The sand tide exploded on the surface of the sea, and the wreckage of the ship was smashed. The sticky sand filled the sea on one side of the coastline, revealing pieces of barbed stubble.
Countless bodies were buried in the sand by the shore. The people who had escaped the attack on both sides crawled out of the sand in fear. They did not even spit out the sand in their mouths before they ran. Regardless of whether they were from the military or the rebel army, they were all running for their lives without any regard for each other.
"Shichibukai, Sha Crocodile!" Farafula, who had dodged the attack and hid behind the mountain rock, looked at the figure that was supported in midair by the giant sand hand. He gritted his teeth fiercely, both sides of his cheeks bulging.
"Let's go!" Li Pa's legs trembled. She waved her hand at the rebels who had just survived the disaster to retreat.
Dai Ou pulled his legs out of the sand pit, and a black line flashed across his indifferent pupils. He looked up and glanced at Crocodile and the destroyed coastline.
Poof!
A bullet flew out of the sand, and the roar of mechanical gears came from under the sand. A thick black barrel more than ten meters long pierced out of the ground.
Boom!
The bombardment exploded in the air, and countless fine iron pieces rotated at high speed and penetrated the back of the sand palm, and pierced into Crocodile's body.
The ground shook violently. Wapol's swollen body crawled out of the ground with a huge grin on his face. A thick, scalding cannon barrel retracted back into his esophagus. Then, like a thousand-armed Guanyin, countless thin and long barrels grew out of his body. The spears formed a wall, and the terrifying fire snakes raged towards the sky, unleashing his endless fury.
Even more reincarnations with tenacious vitality reached out their claws from the buried desert. Bloody palms drilled through the sand. Looking down from above, it was like a scene of zombies being released from their cages. However, what burned in the air was an extremely violent aura. The sand exploded in circles, and the bouncing blood-colored figures shot out like cannonballs.
"Oh? Not dead yet? "
The torn sand gathered again, and Crocodile landed on the ground with one foot. One of his arms plunged vertically into the sand and pulled outwards. The entire ground suddenly cracked open, and the fine sand strangely blended into the air, and the moisture in the air was instantly sucked dry, forming a circle of dry vortex above his head.
"Desert Eye!"
The terrifying circular ripples were like the brownish-yellow vertical pupils of a crocodile, cold and cruel. The transformed bodies that came from all directions were like blooming red stamens that suddenly withered, the rotten juice splashed and stained the ground red. The dried corpses that had been drained of water fell to the ground, forming a circle of withered folds with Crocodile as the center.
Da da da da …
The raging fire serpents tore apart the dried-up corpses. Crocodile's feet flickered, and he appeared on the other side in an instant. The Golden Scorpion Hook sliced through the air, and a several-dozen-meter-long curved blade sliced through the fire serpents and landed on Wapol's head.
The barrels of his guns were all cut off, and the polished metal armor was densely corroded. Wapol's chest caved in, and he spat out a mouthful of blood as he slid back across the sand.
"Ladies and gentlemen of the Magnetic Drum Kingdom, welcome to the kingdom of the desert!" Crocodile stood up and looked at Wapol, who was kneeling on the ground. He raised his hand, and a sand serpent shot out from the ground and coiled around Wapol's body.
Wapol looked up, and the whites of his eyes were swallowed by darkness. He stood up and lifted his leg, and a sharp blade sliced through the air, cutting the sand serpent into pieces.
"Did I fail?" Wapol muttered to himself, and his aura was indescribably strange. He then looked up at Crocodile, and walked towards the shore without hesitation.
Behind him, the transformed creatures crawled out from the ground and charged towards Crocodile without fear of death. Dalton, who had a ferocious horn on his head, breathed out two puffs of white air as he followed behind Wapol.
The surface of the sea was covered in sand, and there were floating ship wrecks everywhere. The muddy sea suddenly shook, and the surface of the sea rose up high. The flowing water swept the sand and ship wrecks to the shore, and a terrifying sea monster slowly emerged from the water, letting out a deafening roar.
"Strange, why does Wapol's aura seem to have changed?" The Scorpion Hook cleanly cut through the throats of two transformed creatures, and the latter's face turned green with poison and corrosion. Their bodies twitched on the ground, and Crocodile's vision was blocked by the wall of flesh and blood.
A hint of impatience appeared on Crocodile's face. He stomped his foot, and the area around him sank like a swamp. All the transformed creatures were swallowed up, and Crocodile himself turned into a madman and charged towards the sea.
He saw the giant sea monster opening its mouth to reveal a wide tongue. Wapol was standing on the tongue, and there was a monster that looked like a minotaur standing beside him.
Wapol turned his head and glanced at Crocodile. That cold and eerie gaze gave Crocodile a sense of familiarity. His expression changed slightly, and he raised his hand, and a hundred-meter-long desert scimitar cut through the air and slashed towards the monster.
The sea monster only revealed its head, and most of its body was still hidden in the shadows of the sea. At this moment, hundreds and thousands of black chains pierced through the surface of the sea, and the chains were like sharp scimitars. The chains instantly shredded the scimitar into sand and fell to the ground.
The scimitar was quickly pulled back, and the sea monster's tongue retracted back into its mouth. Its ferocious teeth were like a falling gate that was about to close.
"Trying to escape?"
Crocodile snorted coldly. He raised his arms, and the sand around him began to swirl. The fine sand condensed into poisonous needles that blotted out the sky and shot towards the sea.
The sea monster closed its mouth, and its ugly head began to sink. Dalton stepped on one of its tendons, and his whole body smashed through the air like a cannonball. His chest expanded exaggeratedly like a blower, and he breathed out steam from his nose. Then, he opened his mouth and let out a terrifying roar in the air.
"Moo!"
The air waves were so strong that they seemed to be solid. The air seemed to resonate with the waves and spread out. The poisonous needles suddenly collapsed into fine sand and wrapped around Dalton, locking him in the air and hanging him upside down.
Crocodile's face darkened as he looked at the sea that had calmed down. He grabbed Dalton's horns and rubbed them with his fingers. "When did this group of murloc warriors appear in the Magnetic Drum Kingdom? Tell me the inside story, and I can spare your life."
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