The upside-down sea current was strangely climbing from bottom to top. On the flag that was stained with blood, only half of the seagull's torn wing was left. The solidified blood made the flag look like a lump of mud hanging on the mast.
There was a violent shaking sound in the cabin. The sacks and boxes filled with colored ore were bumping and colliding. On the deck, the Marine soldiers who had defeated the pirates who encountered them firmly grasped the sides of the ship and the sails with their hands. Their faces were abnormally flushed, and their breathing seemed to be mixed with irrepressible irritation.
"The pirates of East Blue are crazy. When they see the Marines, they are like a group of hyenas who see blood!" The Marine dressed as an officer gasped for breath. He touched the scar that almost penetrated half of his chest, and the cracked white flesh exposed his ribs.
There was a strange green color at the bottom of the fleshy flap. It looked like a moss plaque, like some kind of bacteria that was still in the incubation period. After Dr. Indian Go's optimization and improvement, some of the plants that fell into the East Sea along with the island had become more hidden and latent.
They obviously didn't notice the abnormality of the skin and flesh of the wound, or their bloodshot and slightly ferocious eyes made their keenness and reason gradually stripped away from their body, so that their body's feeling and protection system were somewhat blunt.
"Count the damage, we quickly leave East Blue and return to Alabasta." The officer wrapped the wound with a bandage and ordered his deputy.
There were some dead bodies of Marines on the deck. If it was before, they might have collected the bodies and brought them back to the branch, but at this moment, they threw the bodies into the sea.
Bell smelled the mixed smell in the air, a smell mixed with blood, violence, and fragrance. His sharp eyes swept across the faces of every Marine and he always felt that something was not right.
Leaving the deck, he walked alone to the bottom of the cabin, where the strange fragrance came from. The bottom of the cabin was very dim and humid, and the air circulation in the stuffy space was poor. There was a musty smell, as if the fragrance had been fermented.
The full sacks were crowded together, and it was difficult to find a place to stand. Bell struggled to walk to the innermost part, and a pair of eagle-like pupils could still catch a faint light in the dark.
"What kind of plant is this?"
It was a little sticky under his feet, as if he was stepping on the wriggling intestines of an animal. It was indescribably disgusting. Bale squatted down and pulled the edge of the sack with his palm. The rough cloth was wet and slippery, sticking to the wooden board underneath.
Bale's expression changed slightly. He tore the sack open and a few pieces of ore fell out. Bale picked them up and saw that the surface of the ore was covered in green moss.
Compared to when he saw it on the island, the area it occupied was obviously larger. The life force of the moss was extremely vigorous, and it could even grow. Pieces of moss stuck to the surface of the ore, as if its roots had grown into the ore. It looked as if the colored ore had deteriorated.
The multicolored ore revealed a new green plaque. Inexplicably, Bale felt his hair stand on end.
"Is it the smell of the plants that changed the temperament of the Marines on the ship?" Bale still hadn't realized that the toxicity of this' moss' was far more than that.
Bale rubbed the wet surface of the ore. He used his fingernails to remove the moss on the surface of the ore. His face was gloomy as he stared at the green marks. Sure enough, they had seeped into the ore.
"If the colored ore deteriorates, can it still be used to make dancing powder?" Bale held a piece of ore tightly and walked outside. Suddenly, he stopped, gritted his teeth, threw the ore back to the side, and walked out of the cabin as if nothing had happened.
The sea breeze was gentle. Bale stood on the side of the stern and watched coldly as the bodies of the Marines were dragged from the deck and thrown into the sea. They sank into the reverse current of the inverted mountain, and the faint blood flowers were quickly submerged.
"The mood of the Marines on the ship is very unstable. They don't seem to realize that something is wrong. I need to keep this matter a secret for the time being. The most important thing at this stage is to safely transport the ore back to Alabasta!" Bale bit the corner of his lips, and the blood flowed in his mouth. Some faint blood appeared in his eyes.
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In a short period of time, three more islands sank, and even caused a hurricane and tsunami. The swirling high-pressure airflow on the sea raged wildly.
The terrifying magma dragon spanned hundreds of meters, instantly evaporating the surface of the sea into boiling mist. The hurricane was swallowed by the heatwave, and the rotating current vortex was violently crushed into ripples, spreading in all directions.
Sakasugi stared at the destroyed Naval Branch in the distance. He didn't see many bodies of the Marines in the wreckage of the collapsed branch. He knew that the Marines of these branches were probably frightened by the name of Golden Lion and abandoned the branch.
During this time, he has been chasing after Golden Lion's ass, which really made him angry. After all, the fleet of the flying Admiral was hidden behind the clouds, and Sakasugi could only follow the map to track the destroyed Naval Branch. Every time he arrived, Golden Lion Shiki had already finished his crime and left.
"It seems that Golden Lion Shiki is determined to destroy the entire East Blue Naval Branch, and then he will show up and fight with us." Vice Admiral Weasel looked at Sakaski with a dignified face and said, "Although the East Blue is barren and weak, and these Marine branches are all useless, it's still very troublesome to have them destroyed one by one."
"I received news that Aokiji has solved the problem of Impel Down and returned to the headquarters." Onigumo was a little annoyed. "Fleet Admiral Sengoku asked if we need support from the headquarters, but I directly refused."
The cold sea breeze blew through his cloak, and Sakasugi had a cruel smile on his face. He looked up at the layers of haze and dark clouds, and the magma in his eyes was surging as if he wanted to burn the whole sky to ashes.
Seeing that Sakasugi didn't say anything, and the atmosphere was a little gloomy, Dalmatian said. "The pirates of the entire East Blue are flying the flag of the flying Admiral, as if they are in a grand carnival, and the various Naval Branch have become rats hiding from place to place, we need …"
"The meaning of the Marine's existence is to kill the pirates, otherwise they will kill us!" Sakasugi waved his hand to interrupt Dalmatian, and his voice was as cold as a knife. "If the East Blue branch can't destroy the pirates of the sea, then they should shed the last drop of blood on the sea. If they can't do this, then they have no value to exist!"
In the distance, several warships were lined up side by side, and the number "153" painted on the hull slowly came into their view …
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