The 9th place, the stronghold of the Baroque studio.
The broken sculptures fell to the ground, and the turbid calcium bones splattered on the ground. They were stepped on by military boots that were stained with blood. Corpses were piled up on the steps, and blood flowed down the steps.
"Death represents the source of everything, and your flesh and blood are irrigating the growth of the legion!" Hodgdon said to himself in a voice of praise and worship, and his five fingers refined a spy into pieces of fresh flesh and blood that fell at his feet, and then it was swallowed up by a creeping bone chain.
In the distance, the agents of the Baroque studio screamed as they fled. Ordinary agents and killers are not opponents of the transformants created by nature to kill. Every cell of their body is branded with the instinct to kill.
"Stop, you can leave!"
A voice emerged from the depths of his mind across space. Hodgdon suddenly stopped, and the palm that penetrated the wall suddenly retracted, and he turned and left without hesitation. Almost at the same time, all the Marine transformants stopped chasing and followed Hodgdon out of the pavilion without saying a word.
"We are saved!"
Behind the wall that was splashed with blood, Miss Monday swallowed her saliva hard. The broken pieces of the hole on the side of her head hit her shoulder. She trembled as she glanced at the back of the navy leaving behind the hole. Her body leaned against the wall and fell to the ground.
"Where did they go?"
A large black coat appeared in front of Miss Monday. She raised her head and saw a cold and ruthless face. A scar that looked like a sewing thread almost ran through the bridge of his nose and face.
She recognized this face, it was the hero of Alabasta and one of the Shichibukai, Sha Crocodile. She also recognized the voice that was only revealed through the Den Den Mushi every time. It was the mysterious president of the Baroque studio – Mr. 0.
"They went that way!" Miss Monday pointed in a direction and trembled.
"Very good, catch up with them and bring their heads back to me." Crocodile ordered Daz Bonis, who was following him. Then, he glanced at the remaining soldiers who were in shock and fear. He spat out a smoke ring from his mouth and laughed. "A bunch of trash!"
Intense fear invaded her entire body, and a whimper that made one's scalp numb could be heard in the air. The gravel under her feet began to move, and Miss Monday watched in horror as the entire building seemed to have been drained of water. Cracks appeared on the surface of the building, and countless grains of sand surged in from all directions. Within a breath's time, her entire body was covered in sand. It was as if a sticky swamp was pulling her body into the sand layer.
With Crocodile's feet as the origin, the surface of nearly a kilometer radius collapsed horribly, and the sea of sand seemed to turn upside down, burying everything above it mercilessly.
Sii!
Fresh blood suddenly splashed out from his neck, and the remaining force shot out like a fountain. The arm that was slashed past was strangely deformed and pulled like a sharp broad blade. Even the fine gravel that was stirred up was cut into pieces from the middle and turned into smoke and dust.
Daz Bonis' figure lightly swept out a gliding gully in the desert. He turned around and shook off the shiny blood beads. Then almost without any nonsense, his five fingers cut through the air, and the cold wind cut through the air. The chest of several Marines who rushed over burst out blood, and it went all the way to the eyebrows. With a "tearing" sound, the bodies fell to the ground like torn cloth, and a large piece of sand was dyed red.
"A senior agent of the Baroque studio?" Hodgdon's eyes flashed with a bloody red light, and he grinned with a bloodthirsty and cruel smile, "Another Devil Fruit ability user!"
The moment his voice fell, he suddenly rushed out. The white and hard bones attached to the surface of his body were like a shuttle as he swept across the sand in front of Daz Bonis. The ferocious bone chain shot out from under the sand layer behind him, and the winding barbs made a strange hissing sound as it bit towards Daz Bonis' neck.
Clang!
The bone chain and the hand blade collided, and the sound of metal clashing rang out. Daz Bonis turned sideways, and the hand blade was incomparably fierce. The head of the bone chain was cut off horizontally, and the cut was as smooth as a mirror.
"Hmm?"
In the surprised voice, the gap of the broken bone grew crazily, and a bone blade shot out and stabbed towards his throat. Daz Bonis' reaction was extremely fast, and the moment his neck moved back, he raised his hand and fiercely chopped down.
The exoskeleton that could withstand the impact of bullets suddenly cracked like a painting. Hodgdon's hands pressed against the ground, and like a moving gecko, his whole body strangely swept a few meters horizontally. He suddenly looked to the side, and there was a four to five meter deep crack in his original position.
The bones on his body cracked, and straight vertical lines appeared. Although the cracks were quickly healed by the refined bone calcium, Daz Bonis' terrifying attack power could still be seen. At this moment, Daz Bonis' neck tilted back to dodge the bone blade, and at the same time, his other hand reached out like lightning to grab the blade. His five fingers lit up with a cold light, and the bone blade and the chain were cut into seven or eight pieces and fell to the ground.
A trace of haze appeared on Hodgdon's ugly face, and he felt a bit of trouble. The most important thing was that there was a terrifying sandstorm on the other side without any warning, and there seemed to be a blurry figure approaching from within the sandstorm.
"Haven't you solved it yet?"
Crocodile walked out of the sandstorm. When he opened his mouth to speak, the sand behind him seemed to be strangely extinguished. It quietly turned into a yellow python at his feet.
"There are still nine people!"
Crocodile glanced around at the number of Marines scattered around, and the golden hook made of gold on his left hand made a gesture and said with a smile: "You destroyed nine of my studio's strongholds, and in return, only nine of your lives are left. This price is very cheap."
Chi!
A hole was torn in the air, and a huge curved sand knife instantly tore the bodies of the eight Marine transformations. When the broken limbs fell to the ground, the water and blood were sucked out by the sand and turned into weathered dry corpses.
Hodgdon quickly retreated, but Crocodile gently grasped at the void. The floating gravel in the air suddenly condensed into seven or eight chains that wrapped around Hodgdon. The sharp whistling sound sealed off Hodgdon's space to dodge.
"It's almost over, how about we stop here?"
There was an explosive sound in the air, and a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of Hochidon. As soon as it landed on the ground, there was a loud bang. At least hundreds of black shadow marks, like a group of snakes, crazily bit in all directions from the solidified shadow. The chain of sand was shattered, and a dense black arc blocked the front. The sand blade slashed horizontally, and the terrifying impact caused the sand to surge through the arc in a fan shape, sweeping out a dense sieve behind it.
The arc converged, revealing Yarlin's cold face behind it. He looked at Crocodile with a polite smile and said: "I didn't expect to see a Shichibukai so soon, I am Yarlin!"
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