The baseball that was compressed and transmitted came with a terrifying power and accumulated explosive power. Hodgedon raised his hand and a red light surged. His eyes stared at the strange Dachshund, and the black lines at the bottom of his pupils surged strangely, as if another eye was peeking at him from inside.
Violent airwaves surged and rolled. The white palm full of joints held the exploded baseball tightly. The exploded bone fragments flew up and hit the ugly face, causing the bulging and hideous blood vessels to split open. The blood that spurted out made him look even more ferocious. Only one of his pupils that suddenly sank into a pitch-black body revealed a strange feeling of indifference. His gaze was not on the palm at all, but focused on the body of the dachshund that could not be called a dead thing or a living thing. His gaze was not on the palm at all, but focused on the body of the dachshund that could not be called a dead thing or a living thing.
The explosion in his palm gradually extinguished, and the cracked bones quickly healed, and more refined and condensed bone calcium appeared.
"Is that some kind of dead thing that obtained the devil fruit's ability?"
Hodgedon opened his mouth, and the voice that came out of his throat was not his own voice. It was thicker, and the tone was more emotional.
Yarlin's consciousness crossed the distance of space and directly descended on Hodgedon's body, and immediately took over the control of this body.
And with the arrival of this voice, the black lines in the eyes of all the Marine transformed bodies flickered, and their breathing seemed to speed up for a moment, and the few subtle expressions on their cheeks revealed a disturbing strangeness.
The air in the field seemed to be filled with the smell of palpitations. Mr. 4 looked at the opposite side of him, and his pair of thick and long eyebrows twisted into a knot. He felt that the aura of the person opposite him had suddenly changed, as if he had suddenly become a more dangerous existence.
"What an uncomfortable feeling!"
Mr. 4 raised his heavy bat and swung it down. The Dachshund opened his mouth like a smoke ring, and a solid white baseball condensed in his mouth and spat out.
"Oh? Is it like this? "
Hodgedon (Yarlin) didn't stop the whole process, but half-squinted his eyes to observe the Dachshund's movements. It was obviously a pile of metal parts, but strangely, it gave people a feeling of a living thing. However, Yarlin's perception was clearly that it was a dead thing. There was no body temperature, no heartbeat, only the movement of the parts and the aura of a living thing.
"Living thing? Dead thing? Devil fruit? "
Ya Erlin had extracted more than one Devil Fruit, devoured more, and transformed into an ability user, so he was very sensitive to the aura of the Devil Fruit. He couldn't be wrong. The dachshund was a lifeless creature that had "eaten" the Devil Fruit and turned into a strange ability user.
A Dachshund that spat out a time bomb!
Pong！
The gravel under Hodgedon's feet suddenly condensed into a wall of sand, instantly blocking the heat wave of the explosion. The wall of sand was burned into a black liquid and corroded to the ground. A military boot stepped on it, and the wall of sand suddenly exploded from the inside out. The liquid that splashed out seemed to be pulled by a shadow of a bone and became broken pieces of debris.
Along the way, the bodies of the two agents were suddenly torn to pieces by the bone chains. Hochidon did not stop moving. He dashed forward and appeared in front of Mr. 4. His whole body was like an afterimage that continuously changed his position, and he suddenly smashed right in front of Mr. 4.
The next moment!
The heavy swing of the huge iron rod stopped halfway. Hodgedon's one eye was looking at the Dachshund, but his hand was holding the iron rod. The rust on the iron rod was like old age spots on an old man's cheeks, invading the iron rod uncontrollably. Then, the iron rod suddenly became light and brittle. Hodgedon's five fingers squeezed, and the rusty iron shards shattered and splashed everywhere.
The knuckles in his brazen fist protruded sinisterly, like the drill of a poisonous dragon, and fiercely hit Mr. 4's chest. Immediately, the swollen fat on his body rippled like a wave, and the needles and threads on his body were torn apart, revealing spider web-like holes. Mr. 4's whole body was directly sent flying, rolling on the sand and sliding into a deep ditch.
Hodgdon grabbed the dachshund by the neck and lifted it up in front of him. He looked at it carefully for a while, then stepped on Mr. 4's head. Mr. 4's body, which had just gotten up, fell back to the ground. He asked in an unquestionable tone, "This is an inanimate object, right?"
The extremely fierce one eye surged with a strange black light. Mr. 4's head was firmly pressed to the ground, and his cheeks were rubbing against the rough sand. The pain in his chest was spreading, reminding him that his ribs were broken. He opened his mouth as if he was eating dirt, and some sand flowed into his mouth. He answered in a muffled voice, "It's an inanimate object, it's my big gun!"
"Big gun?!" Hodgedon glanced at the Dachshund and continued to ask, "Tell me, how did you do it? I'll let you go. "
"I don't know, I got it from the studio's channel." Mr. 4's cheeks felt like they were about to be crushed, and half of his face was burning with pain. He clenched his teeth and said, "I only heard that it was the result of some scientist's research. It can extend the ability of the devil fruit to an object's body. I don't know anything else, I'm telling the truth."
Hodgedon lowered his head, and there was a thoughtful look in his eyes. Then, the black lines in his eyes receded like the tide, and a scarlet color emerged from the darkness and covered his entire eyeball.
"I've finished. You promised to let me go!" Mr. 4 struggled to turn his head, and with great difficulty, he moved his eyeballs to look at the bottom of his shoes above his head. A red light slowly covered his head.
Hodgedon took control of his body again, and he stared at the head under his feet with a sly smile on his face. "I didn't promise you that!"
Mr. 4's expression froze in a moment of horror. Half of his head was crushed into pieces, and the remaining half of his skull was exposed with white calcification, like a broken plaster statue.
The battle next to them was also coming to an end. The hidden high-rise building was filled with the smell of blood, and high-pitched, mournful screams echoed in the building. The Marine incarnation indifferently waved the sharp blade in his hand, like a running assassin, taking away the last echo of life.
When the curtain of night fell, the pitch-black building fell into a deathly silence.
Hodgdon counted the spoils of war and the corpses of his own people, and then divided into two groups. One group returned to the base with two fruit ability users, and the rest continued to look for the next stronghold of the Baroque Workshop.
Their speed couldn't even catch up with Hodgedon's killing speed. Vivian and Icaram smelled the smell of blood in the air and looked at each other in horror.
"How many strongholds is this?"
"This is the seventh one!"
"…"
It was crazy to wipe out seven strongholds of the Baroque studio in a week. Vivian exhaled and said, "I think we need to let father know what happened here."
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