Walbo's mouth opened so wide that it was almost half the size of the ship. He devoured the remains of the sea like a glutton. Wood, iron, blood, and meat were all mixed into a mess and swallowed into his mouth. Then, a rumbling sound came from his stomach, and hot smoke came out of his ears and nostrils.
"Hahaha, being a pirate and plundering merchant ships is much more interesting than being a king on a broken island." Murky saliva dripped down from the corner of his mouth. Wapol, with his bulging belly, laughed at his former advisor and officer, Jess, and Cromaram. "What a satisfying meal."
The Tuntun Fruit was a strange ability that allowed one to swallow anything and everything into one's stomach and convert it into one's own. Because of this ability, Wapol's stomach had become a bottomless black hole. He was constantly tormented by hunger, which made him cruel and violent. The Magnetic Drum Kingdom, on the other hand, was a barren winter island. The most abundant thing on the island was ice and snow.
"Your Majesty Wapol, we can be pirates for a while, and then return to the Drum Island." Jesse, the staff officer with wavy lips, suggested insidiously: "Being a king and being a pirate are not in conflict. We can train the people of the entire Drum Kingdom to become pirates of the White Iron Fleet. Under your leadership, the people of the entire Drum Kingdom will live a happy life with full meals."
"That's a very good idea, but unfortunately, those stubborn idiots from the world government will never agree to such a revolutionary change. Heh … They can allow me, Wapol, to play the role of a pirate for a while, but they will never allow the entire Drum Kingdom to become a pirate country." Wapol was cruel but not stupid, he understood the thoughts of the world government's higher-ups very well.
"That's a pity!" Jess sighed, and his pair of cunning triangular eyes suddenly shrank as he looked at the shadow swimming under the sea and said: "What's under the sea?"
Bang!
A hole appeared on the surface of the sea, and a group of half-naked murlocs ferociously jumped out of the sea. They used their hands and feet like geckos to climb onto the ship. Their feet landed steadily on the side of the ship, and their steel-like webbed feet pierced through the wooden deck. Evil Teeth opened his mouth and said: "Your Majesty Wapol, how long do you plan to continue playing the pirate game? The people of the Drum Kingdom are eagerly calling for your return."
It was obvious that the people of the Drum Kingdom wouldn't call for him. Those unruly people wanted him to be buried in some corner of the sea. Wapol stared at the murlocs that kept jumping up to the deck. There seemed to be countless shadows swimming under the turbid sea. He gritted his teeth and said angrily: "I don't remember my country having a group of murlocs."
Jess drew his bow and aimed at Evilfang. This group of murlocs exuding a chilling aura was different from the sea merchants they robbed. The bloody smell on their bodies that couldn't be washed away by seawater couldn't escape his nose. This was a group of ferocious sharks. They quietly approached from the bottom of the sea and suddenly climbed onto the deck. This familiar smell made Jess's hair stand on end. Although he still didn't know the purpose and identity of the other party, the dense malice had already filled the air.
"Soon, your Majesty Wapol. We will be your new people." Evilfang glanced at one of the soldiers who was trying to sneak up on him. Evilfang swung his arm, and a head soaked in blood flew into the air. "Don't disappoint your new subjects, Your Majesty Wapol," Evilfang said in a cold voice.
"Hell, there have never been murlocs in my country. But that's not important. I've never tasted a murlocs before." Warpo closed his mouth that was covered in all kinds of residue. When he opened his mouth again, dozens of rotating gun barrels protruded out of his throat. They looked like Gatling machine guns, and the sputtering flames tore through the air with a series of "da da da da" sounds.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh …
Jess quickly drew his bow and shot a sharp arrow at the Fishman. Cromarymon waved his gloves and scattered the ball of yarn with traces of static electricity. The dark green army played the role of pirates and began to fight back.
The transformed soldiers who jumped onto the deck moved in unison, and the air was filled with sonic booms. The sturdy deck cracked open, and clear footprints were left on the deck. The soldiers didn't even have time to react before the murlocs in front of them suddenly disappeared and reappeared in front of them in the next instant. The murlocs' steel-like arms easily pierced through their bodies like tofu, and blood and organs splattered all over the ground.
His muscles and bones were so tight that they looked like machines made of steel. His fingers were as sharp as steel bars, and his teeth were cold and ferocious. Even his joints were more protruding than a normal human's, revealing his slightly sinister scales. With just a light scratch, he could take away a large piece of flesh. Coupled with his terrifying strength, swift and violent speed, and his killing instinct that seemed to have been tempered thousands of times, the moment the horn of slaughter sounded, the ground was filled with the muffled sound of corpses falling into pools of blood.
"Too fast!"
Cromarymon swallowed his saliva fiercely. The sounds of explosions intertwined and enveloped the entire deck. His line of sight was filled with figures of Fishmen running, jumping, and slaughtering. Every single one of them seemed to be connected into countless broken afterimages, as though the entire ship was filled with ghosts that were shuttling back and forth to claim their lives.
A fist smashed into the chest of a murlocs, and Furball's electric arcs caused the murlocs to stiffen. He could even see the ribs on the murlocs' chest slightly caved in, and the sound of ribs cracking could be heard. However, before the joy on his face could appear, the murlocs were like monsters that didn't feel pain. They didn't even care about their caved in chest. Their thick arms were burning with black smoke, but they still fearlessly clawed at their throats.
"Die for me!"
Cromaric was overwhelmed with shock. He quickly waved his fists and knocked the fishman to the ground. Seeing the fishman's corpse twitching on the ground with a broken spine, he didn't have the slightest bit of joy on his face. Immediately, three more fishmen pounced over. The most terrifying thing was that there was no telling how many fishmen had yet to surface in the darkness of the sea. The deck was covered in a pool of blood, and the dripping blood formed a fine line that seeped out of the deck and dripped onto the surface of the sea.
In the distant darkness, a merchant ship with the symbol of Longstone Trading Company was swaying as it approached.
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