The battle at the port was also over. There were bloody limbs everywhere, corpses and blood covered the entire port, and even the dirty black blood flowed all the way to the sea, and the base of the warship seemed to be reflected by the black blood.
All the Bucky pirates were killed, and no one was left alive. At this moment, the soldiers of Navy Branch 153 were still active in the port. They were cleaning the battlefield, and the corpses of the pirates were rudely put into sacks and dragged back to the cabin.
Jones said as he stared at these marine soldiers with a faint chill in his heart. The impression that the entire 153rd branch gave him was completely different from the other marines in the East China Sea. He pressed down on his flat hat and looked suspiciously at the bags of corpses. He really couldn't figure out why they had this hobby of collecting corpses, but he was just curious and didn't ask.
On the other side.
A few marines were dragging huge cannons with ropes towards the warship. Behind them were a few marines carrying boxes full of cannonballs. Arlen was at the very back, dragging a black 'mummy' in his hand.
Jones was stunned for a moment. He took a closer look and found that it was a person wrapped in black threads. He should still be alive. Under the black threads, there were signs of struggling and twisting. The most eye-catching thing was that there was a red, round nose exposed outside and breathing.
"It's the devil fruit ability user!" Jones realized. He looked at the warship and subconsciously glanced at the black threads that connected Yarlin's fingers. His eyelids twitched slightly as he smiled: "It seems that Lieutenant Colonel Yarlin captured the pirate captain alive. It's really a great ability!"
"Dressed like a clown, but some of the information in his mouth is still valuable." Ya Erlin brushed the dust off his hair and smiled at Jones, "That's why I decided to be merciful and let him live for a while."
"Quickly clean up the battlefield and get ready to leave and return to the base!" Yarlin turned to the adjutant and said a few words. Those Bucky shells must be carefully guarded.
"Then, the matter here is over, I won't send you off." Jones glanced at the mummy on the ground again before tactfully bidding farewell to Arlen. Most importantly, the stench of rotting corpses on the ship was getting thicker and thicker, and he couldn't stand it any longer.
"I will remember this favor!" Yarlin smiled as he watched Jones return to the 127th branch's warship. Soon, one of the warships sailed away.
An hour later.
The four battleships of 153 Branch also slowly left the island. Yarlin stood at the stern of the ship, squinting his eyes as he looked at the ruined port and the ruined town. Some of the residents who had been hiding seemed to have come out from all corners, and their mournful cries could no longer be suppressed.
"This is an era where there are no survivors. Being weak is the original sin!" Yarlin turned around and walked towards the captain's room. There was a vague consciousness in the depths of his mind that seemed to be connected to him, but he ignored it.
It was the cat who acted as a meat shield for him in the explosion and was then buried by stones. The faint fluctuations of consciousness were reminding Yarlin that it was not dead yet.
However, the fluctuations of its consciousness were extremely weak. Ya Erlin could only sense that the cat was buried under the ruins of the long street, but it was difficult to pinpoint its exact location. He also didn't have the heart to waste time and effort digging up a dying second order transformation creature. Fortunately, he just left and left it alone.
Unilaterally shielding the fluctuations of consciousness, Yarlin completely forgot about the cat. He naturally didn't expect that the cat would be rescued from the ruins by a pet store manager in the town, and coincidentally, two years later, it was taken on board by a passing pirate ship as a "pet"!
And all of this seemed to be destined by God. One day in the future, the cat would bring him an unexpected surprise. Of course, that was a story in the future, so let's not talk about it here.
The captain's room with the door closed was very quiet. Yarlin washed his hair, wiped the dust off his body with a wet towel, and then took out a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet and opened it. He was too lazy to pour it into the red wine glass, so he directly swallowed a few mouthfuls from the bottle. Anyway, this low-alcohol red wine was similar to juice for Yarlin.
After gulping down half of the bottle, Yarlin looked at the red wine bottle, and a 3D image of the character appeared on his retina:
Spiritual Strength 10
Nerve Conduction Rate 10
Bone Hardness 20
Muscle Activity 20
Blood Density Flow 20
Complete Body – Split Seed Breaking Period (Progress Bar 214810000)
Draw Distribution Points (12.7)
The reserve points had been reduced to a value of 12.7, and the corresponding bone hardness, muscle activity, and blood density flow rate had all risen to 20 points.
Yarlin narrowed his eyes. He didn't think that Bucky could measure his current strength. In fact, if it weren't for the explosion accident, Yarlin felt that he didn't need to use the reserve points at all. The average value of 10 points was enough to beat Bucky.
"However, I unexpectedly found another use of points. If I reserve them properly, I may be able to save my life at some critical moment!" Yarlin thought for a while, and then closed the attribute panel.
The mummy, who was constantly twisting and struggling futilely under his feet, reminded Yarlin to stop thinking. He sat on the chair expressionlessly, and looked at the mummy faintly. His gaze seemed to penetrate the black line directly to Bucky.
The red and black values appeared in his eyes. The former was the value of the draw unit, while the latter was the progress of the devouring. The red and black values were constantly changing, and they were not fixed numbers. Yarlin stared at the last two numbers that turned into question marks.
(?,?)
It seemed to be saying that even the broodmother couldn't accurately judge the value of a Devil Fruit. After all, the Devil Fruit was really strange, and there was no Devil Fruit in the world that was exactly the same. This meant that it was difficult to compare the Devil Fruits.
This was not unexpected by Yarlin. After all, the situation with Alrita Tuntun's Slippery Fruit was similar. The broodmother herself was still in the stage of understanding the Devil Fruit.
"So, how do I get rid of you?"
Yarlin's mind involuntarily appeared to explain the Devour, Draw, and Transform related words:
Devour: Devour all flesh and blood and turn it into nutrients for one's growth.
Draw: Can draw on the flesh and blood essence of the same type of lifeform or a specific magnetic field to strengthen one's own physical fitness. Can also analyze the muscle memory of the same type of lifeform, as well as part of the biological information to be loaded onto oneself. (Draw effect depends on the degree of compatibility and freshness of the same type of lifeform.)
Transform: Turns dead flesh and blood into one's own slave, and strengthens the basic qualities of the slave itself. (Basic qualities refer to the three attributes, strength, agility, and physique.) Slaves have simple thinking abilities.
Murmurs, vague and strange words floated into Bucky's ears. He had no idea what Yarlin was talking to himself, but it still did not prevent him from feeling the deepest malice approaching. The black mummy stiffened and suddenly lay quietly on the ground, motionless. It seemed to be trying to use this method to make Yarlin forget its existence.
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