The desert quickly receded from both sides, and the afterglow of dusk dissipated. Instead, it was replaced by a lead-gray sky. Looking at the horizon from afar, one could see a metal car with black smoke coming out of its top. It was swaying as it drove towards them.
The car was shaking violently, as if every part would suddenly jump out in the next second, rumbling as if it couldn't wait to disintegrate. The outer layer of the burnt metal had a huge hole in it, and there was still half a blood-soaked military flag hanging on it. Inside sat a man dressed like a cowboy.
Ace sat on a military vehicle that he snatched from a group of defeated soldiers, his eyes drifting as he looked at the unchanging desert scenery. He took out a bottle of water from his backpack and gulped it down. The moment he raised his head, he saw a cloud of sand exploding from the back of a sand dune in the distance, and a faint blood color spread out.
"Sigh, I finally met someone!"
Ace crushed the empty water bottle and threw it away. The motorcycle under him made a "clang" sound and finally stopped working. A strong burnt smell entered Ace's nose.
An intense numbness came from their necks, as if there were countless little worms wriggling back and forth in their bodies. The straw hats scratched their necks with all their might, and soon, their skin and muscles were torn apart. Drops of crystal-clear blood dripped out, like smooth silk connected together, and condensed into a strange ring in the air.
It was a strange beauty, but it revealed a bloody smell that seeped into one's heart.
The ring solidified into the shape of the blood droplet's vertical eye. In the middle of the ring, a human face covered in blood appeared, as if it was born from a woman's womb. A head first popped out, then arms, body, lower limbs … It was the sixth apostle, Dalaran.
"Yo, we meet again!" Dalaran shook his neck, the blood on his body dripping down to his feet, reflecting a demonic red light on the sand dune. He wiped off the blood on his clothes with a bit of disgust, and the blood on his clothes quickly condensed into a drop of sticky blood at his fingertips, which he flicked into his mouth.
"Crunch!"
Dalaran stared at the Straw Hats as if they were facing a great enemy. A sinister smile appeared on his handsome face. "Yo, we meet again!"
"Didn't you already let us go?" Usopp trembled as he raised the slingshot in his hand and aimed at Dalaran, his teeth chattering.
"I have already let you leave the underground, but now, you are back on the surface!" Dalaran stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, laughing, "This is the second round, let me smell whose blood is the most fragrant."
"Huh?" Dalaran's nostrils trembled as he sniffed greedily. Suddenly, a strange expression appeared on his face. His eyes moved from Usopp, who was trembling like a sieve, to Nami, and then suddenly locked onto Sanji.
For Dalaran, fear and beauty were spices that added fragrance to the blood, but he also smelled a trace of another deep smell in the blood of this group of people, which was hidden very deeply and almost ignored by him.
"It's not this Long Nose of Fear, nor is it this beautiful lady. Although your blood is fragrant enough, but …" Dalaran blinked and stared at Sanji, drooling. "It's you. There's a different fragrance hidden in your blood. It's very obscure, but it's very different. It's a fragrance that I've never smelled before. Keke, an unknown fragrance is the most unbearable!"
"Be careful!"
Luffy's pupils shrank, and Dalaran suddenly disappeared in front of him. A red light flashed in the air, and Luffy suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of Sanji, only to see Dalaran standing behind Sanji, his head hanging on Sanji's shoulder. His nose trembled as he sniffed, and his eyes were full of bloodlust and greed that made people shudder.
Sanji was shocked and staggered forward, but Dalaran was like a doll hanging on his shoulder, moving with him step by step. At the same time, the skin and flesh on his body split open, and ferocious blood vessels burst out. The needles pierced Sanji's skin and flesh, accurately piercing every blood vessel.
In the eyes of Luffy and others, Sanji's body stiffened in an instant. His body was full of needles, and the blood in his body was drawn out and flowed along the blood vessels into Dalaran's body.
Sanji's face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye. Luffy roared and waved his fists madly, breaking the air, forming a continuous fist shadow that covered the sky and covered the earth towards Dalaran.
Zoro's eyes were about to pop out, and he ran with all his might. His hanging arms shook violently with his body, and the Wado rune in his mouth whistled, and the silver light that cut the air fell.
Usopp fired his slingshot, and burning bullets shot out. Nami also waved a long stick and smashed towards Dalaran's face.
"Haha, what a wonderful smell, and the blood coming from your bodies is boiling!" Dalaran's head hung down on Sanji's shoulder. He tiptoed on Sanji's heels and moved backward. The two of them were like conjoined zombies, their bodies straightened and dragged backward on the sand dune, creating a trench.
The fist shadow smashed into the sand, the blade slashed through the air, the falling stick powerlessly lost its target, and the dazzling bullets exploded, reflecting Dalaran's hateful smile.
Almost numb despair swept through everyone's soul. Dalaran let go of Sanji, and all the needles in his body were pulled out and retracted back into his body. He glanced at the stunned faces of the Straw Hats, and his right index finger suddenly became thin and sharp. "Hmm, such a wonderful taste, I can't waste a single drop!"
He licked his lips and said so. His finger was like a thin needle piercing through tofu, effortlessly piercing into Sanji's back. Although the situation inside Sanji's body could not be seen, with the sound of a balloon leaking, Dalaran guessed that Sanji's heart was pierced, and the force of suction sucked the last remaining blood pump out of his beating heart in an instant.
Dalaran withdrew his fingertip and moved his head away from Sanji's shoulder. His face showed that he still wanted more, but his hand pushed forward as if he was throwing away garbage. Sanji, whose blood had been sucked out, fell heavily to the ground. A pair of white dead fish eyes on his deathly pale face stared straight at the straw hats, as if he was confused about why they did not save him, or as if he was trying to say a silent farewell.
"Well, it's your turn next. I have already felt that the temperature of your blood is just right!" Dalaran stepped over Sanji's body and held his hands flat. Blood vessels appeared on his exposed wrists, and then abruptly pierced out of his skin, turning into a surging tide of blood that rushed towards the straw hats …
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