One Piece: Opening Fusion Ant King Template

Today is the last day since One Piece Roger's public execution.

Most of those who wanted to watch the execution had already come to Rogue today or even before.

People yearning for the sea and longing for freedom flocked to the town of Rogue.

And a place like a tavern just provides a great venue for this group of men who are eager for blood.

There is wine, there are people, there are lively watches.

Who would have thought that in this small night tavern, there were so many extraordinary people sitting on this extraordinary night.

Combining Morin, who was born as a template for king ants, and Chimera Ant's men, the naval hunter Jorakor Mihawk, who specializes in hunting the navy in the name of competition.

Tenyasha Doflamingo, who now almost rules the dark forces of the North Sea, is full of ambition and has a long-term vision of the sand crocodile Crockdal.

In the small tavern, the bartender was very busy serving wine and delivering dishes to several uncles he couldn't afford to mess with.

The dry corpses on the ground, the 'puppets' hung on the wall like works of art, as if the corpses cut off by a cutting machine were scattered all over the free wine tables of the tavern.

In today's tavern, only these four forces remain, as for those ordinary people or miscellaneous fish who originally wanted to see the excitement.

Either the corpse has been temporarily placed in a corner, or it has long fled from this place of right and wrong.

Of the four forces present, none of them were easy to mess with.

Morin, the first imp to enter the night tavern, directly slaughtered a group of pirates who were not weak in fame in order to help the fun.

Mihawk, because the bartender was bartending him, was cut in by a man who had just entered the tavern and slashed the other party.

And calmly said that he has no money in his hand for the time being, and the wine he drinks tonight can be exchanged for wine money with the head of this person who cut the queue.

Doflamingo was the third to enter the night tavern, feeling that the atmosphere here was not very good, feeling that the seats were crowded, and directly controlling the people at one table and the people at the other table were fighting.

The final winner was stitched together one by one, like a puppet, and turned into an ornament and hung on the wall.

Finally, in such a tense atmosphere, some customers can't help but start to get scared and prepare to escape this night pub.

As a result, the tomato tray will be carried to the tomato tray in the hands of Crockdahl who is ready to enter the tavern.

The corpse, which seemed to have been dried in the desert for many years, turned into a mummy.

People who drink and relax in taverns can no longer bear the fear in their hearts and choose to flee this place of right and wrong.

At this time, the tavern, which was neither large nor small, was divided into four parts equally.

Mihawk, who sat elegantly drinking red wine at the bar, and Morin, who was drinking juice and eating meat directly behind the bar of the tavern.

On the booth on the left side of the bar, croaking his teeth, it seems that the atmosphere inside the tavern is relatively dull, and Doflamingo, who wants to do things.

On the booth on the right side of the bar, crocodile meat is cutting crocodile meat with a knife and fork, and Crokdal is eating elegantly.

In such a tense atmosphere, the four groups of people did their own things.

Will this atmosphere last until dawn? Or will it continue until the end of the show?

It is impossible, none of the four groups is the master of the peace.

For example, the bartender is delivering meat to Morin's area, and a thread so small that it is almost imperceptible spreads from the roof of the tavern and sticks vertically to the back of the bartender's neck.

Familiar movements, familiar tastes, and Doflamingo's ill-intentioned face.

The bartender didn't notice anything unusual about him, just sober, and he was finally going to finish one of four jobs.

As long as this last dish was brought to Morin's dinner table, he only had to face three people next.

But the accident still happened.

The bartender smiled, holding the tray containing the meat and said politely to Morin: "Sir, your dishes have been served, if there is any need later, you can always ..." The

smile on the bartender's face turned into shock, his body began to be uncontrollable, and the tray in his hand went directly towards Morin's head.

The bartender's immediate thought was not sorry, but to die!

Seeing this farce from beginning to end, he certainly knew what would happen if this dish was held on Morin's head.

However, his body was not controlled by himself in the slightest, and even the more he tried to stabilize the tray, the faster he moved towards Morin.

This kind of accidental attack, which is initially unintentional, is the most difficult to avoid.

Morin didn't notice any of them, and drank the juice boringly with a straw on the table.

He never thought that the bartender would come with him like this.

Brush.... In the dim tavern, a bright light of a sword flashed.

The meat inside the tray was cut in two without any hindrance from the bartender.

The sound of crackling items hitting the floor sounded, and half of the bartender's face was pressed against the table where Morin was drinking juice.

There was horror and disbelief in his eyes.

Seeing this scene, Morin couldn't help frowning, if he wasn't a traverser and didn't know anything about Doflamingo, I'm afraid he would have regarded this incident as an accident.

Parasitic thread, an ability developed by the fruit of the superhuman tether thread to manipulate human movements.

Of the four present, only Doflamingo possessed abilities.

"You think it's fun?"

"Of course, don't you think this tavern is too crowded? Taverns are not places where children can come.

Doflamingo did not deny it, but looked at Morin with great interest.

With a bang, the floor cracked, and the tall man standing next to Morin instantly rushed towards Doflamingo.

With a brush, as if the sound of tearing the air with a rope, the rootless threads of different colors were cut towards Morin.

At the same time, the sound of knives cutting through the air sounded, and the sound of metal staggering came out in front of Doflamingo.

As for Mo Lin's face, I don't know when, the bartender has turned into a sand wall and stopped the five-color line.

"Strike at children? I have to say, you are such a bad person.

"If you hate crowded here, I don't mind sending you to a place that will never be crowded."

The steel fork in Crockdahl's hand turned into broken sand and slowly flowed from his hand.

With a coat draped over his shoulders, he stepped on the table and walked towards Doflamingo step by step, and with each step, the planks under his feet turned into yellow sand.

As for the tall man next to Morin, he was also stopped by Mihawk with a big knife.

"You are not his opponent, I will not allow such a good opponent to die here like this."

"Either way, it will be death, it is better to die in my hands, and by the way, it will become a stepping stone for me to perfect my swordsmanship."

"What do you think?"

The eagle's eyes seemed to be locked on its prey, and Mihawk looked at the tall man with two knives.

He detected the breath of 'prey' on this tall man armed with two knives.