The Pirate’s Green Bull Marshal

Vidal stood still, not even moving his black leather shoe from Sebastian's head.

But before Gailam took two steps, a thick long piece of wood with thick blood suddenly pierced through his chest, nailing him alive to the deck.

"Ahem..."

Gailam looked down in disbelief. As a highly skilled shipwright, he could tell at a glance that this was a small part of the keel of the ship, but the top was a bit sharp.

"Did the shipwright die from the bones of the boat? It's ironic."

Feeling the rapid fading of the strength in his body, he could only smile wryly, spitting out blood, and there was not much anger left.

It was Vidal's strength that made him helpless.

"It's called death, don't thank me."

[Shhhhhhhhhhhh! 】

Before Vidal finished speaking, several sharp keel bones shot out from the air again, nailing Gailam's body to death.

The fierceness of his attack completely contradicts the calmness on his face.

This time, it offended all the Ward Pirates, not because they were unresponsive, but because they were temporarily suppressed by Vidal's strength and Captain Wald's death.

But now Vidal is obviously going to kill them all. Since he has to die if he doesn't fight, who will catch him without a fight?

Is it useful? !

Behind them, the various ship structures disintegrated in the air, under the power of Sensen Fruit, stretched one after another to form sharp spears.

The next moment, at the moment when they took shape, they cut through the night sky mercilessly and shot down like arrows raining down in pieces.

[Shhhhhhhhhhhh! 】

[Puff! Pooh! Pooh! 】

In an instant, all the navy witnessed this hellish scene.

They clearly saw that the pirate's body was easily pierced by a piece of wood, spattered with blood, and then screamed and fell in a pool of blood, from struggling to dying.

The powerful pirates who had fought fiercely with them just now fell in front of them, no, in front of Colonel Vidal, like fragile straws.

Hundreds of living beings were turned into rags in an instant, nailed to death on the deck of the warship, and some of them were still wailing mournfully.

The pirates of the Ward Pirates were eventually destroyed by their own pirate ships.

At this moment, there was another person standing in front of Vidal.

Naqin, a purple-haired beauty with white legs and a pink cheongsam, was standing tremblingly among the guns.

The world she lived in was blood-red. Familiar faces were nailed to the ground with their stomachs ripped open. Their ferocious expressions of death were forcibly pulling out the courage in their bodies every moment.

At this time, a black shadow shrouded over, and Naiqin, who was completely occupied by fear, only heard a somewhat gentle voice.

"You still have some use."

Immediately afterwards, two blood-stained wooden guns were pulled out from the corpse, and then shaped into handcuffs and anklets in mid-air.

With a bang, they quickly handcuffed Naqin's hands and feet,

The whole process was not hindered in any way.

Facing Vidal's condescending gaze, Naqin didn't dare to take any action at all. With that kind of oppressive momentum, she felt that it was already amazing that she could still stand.

At the same time, Binjack, who was tightly bound by a thick log, fell from the air with a face full of horror.

With him was a large closed wooden box.

"Put them both in the cell, move the box to my office, and clean the deck."

"The remains of the navy are collected in these coffins, and the remains of the pirates are directly thrown into the sea to feed the fish. After finishing, you just retreat one kilometer away and wait for support."

Vidal used his ability to make wooden coffins of suitable size for the victims, and calmly ordered: "Unless I order, no one is allowed to approach this island."

"When I'm not around, Lieutenant Rogers will take full responsibility. When you feel bad, evacuate immediately and leave me alone!"

"Yes!" Lieutenant Rogers understood what he meant, but he asked hesitantly, "Are you planning to go back and fight Bondi Wald?"

"Although I don't know how you lured him away, can't we just sail away now?"

Vidal glanced at him and said, "Even if we run a nautical mile ahead of time, it only takes a few minutes for Wald, who is a hundred times faster, to catch up."

"At that time, fighting at sea will make it harder for me to fight, and I don't have the confidence to protect you while fighting."

After finishing speaking, the whole person turned into wood and climbed into the deck, and then used the branch connected to a certain big tree on the island to transport himself there.

The warship is connected to the main body, the main body is connected to the big tree, and the big tree is connected to other trees or plants. This is one of his previous series of preparations.

Of course, the 'network cable' must be transformed into a 'network' to exert the greatest effect.

As long as Bondi Wald can't destroy all the vegetation at the same time, Vidal will always have a way out.

What Rogers and the others didn't know was that the reason why he asked them to retreat one kilometer away was other than the reasons he just told them.

The bigger purpose is to make the 'line' connecting the warship the longest, so that even if he really can't beat him later, he can return to the warship one kilometer away in a few seconds.

Then, run away!

Of course he has to run if he can't beat it. There's nothing to be ashamed of, but it's a pity that with his current ability, he can only stretch the 'line' by about one kilometer.

It's still weak, Vidal sighed inwardly as he was transporting through the branches.

On the island, Bundy Wald, who didn't know that his old lair was taken away, was still showing great power in the jungle. Due to the special nature of the wooden clone, he hasn't noticed anything wrong until now.

I just think that the expressionless kid can really run, and the special Superman is so difficult to deal with in the right environment?

As for the powerlessness shown by Vidal, he kept hiding and hiding, and only harassed them with all kinds of messy plants, isn't it normal?

This is the strength gap between the two sides. How strong can a small headquarter colonel be?

【boom! boom! boom! 】

The luminous mushrooms emitting green light exploded the moment they were touched, and the green light turned into thick green liquid and splashed around.

As soon as it landed on Wald's body and the knife in his hand, there was a chi-chi corrosion sound, but the domineering aura attached to the surface easily offset their effects.

But even so, Wald still felt bad. This jungle was a little bit more troublesome than he imagined.

That's all for the trees, not only the weeds on the ground will suddenly stab the eyes, but these damn mushrooms will burst out with sulfuric acid-like venom.

There are also those half-covered flowers that emit colorful mist, which is nothing at first glance.

He could only swing the knife wind from time to time to push back the ominous fog again and again.

The big pirate with a bounty of 500 million Baileys finally felt his own shortcomings. He lacked large-scale and powerful moves.

This shortcoming is actually fine if there are things like cannonballs around. If a hundred times the cannonball hits it, the jungle will definitely be gone.

But when he caught up, where would he think of this?

At this moment, he was actually somewhat envious of Edward Newgate's Shocking Fruit and Shi Ke's Fluttering Fruit.

Just at this interval, Vidal came back, quietly put away the wooden avatar, and finally he could fight this guy with peace of mind.

He came back this time with the intention of defeating Bundy Wald. He believed that if he succeeded, his rank would definitely be promoted, and he would directly enter the general team from the school level!

Otherwise, God knows it will take a few years before he can be promoted to general. He doesn't want to be like Smoker, who is still a colonel in his thirties.

The point is not that there is no winning rate at all, even if you can't win in a short time, drag him for a few days and nights, and grind him to death!

Who made him the best at this style of play...

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