Chapter 37, crisis! The flying squirrel is coming!
"How are the preparations going?"
A raven fell from the sky, and then more ravens flapped their wings and gathered together to form Lovett.
Looking at the black knight who directed the undead to carry the corpse, Lovett asked.
"Roar!"
"Hurry up, hurry up before the flying squirrel comes."
"Ho ho ho!"
The black knight received the order and let out a heart-shaking roar. Under the natural pressure of the soul level, the speed of each undead accelerated again, and they trotted and ran wildly while carrying the corpse.
"It's not like all the hard work was in vain."
Looking at the corpses being sent into the cabin, the corners of Lovett's lips curled up.
Wallace is of no use. It's okay to go to the East China Sea, but the Grand Line is unnecessary. I can't believe that he dares to go to Lovett.
If he had enough time, he wouldn't mind playing the savior, imitating everything Luffy did, from getting to know each other to saving, and then Lanami joining in.
But obviously, with a flying squirrel hanging behind him, there was obviously not enough time.
Nami's self-destruction of her eyes caught him off guard. How much determination and perseverance would it take to dig out her own eyes?
Fujitora only cut him twice!
After losing this opportunity, Lovett knew very well that it was almost impossible for him to get Nami to join him again.
When he returns to being a formal mage, or when Nami's eyes recover after a year, his threat level will definitely skyrocket several times. The navy will not allow him to return to the East China Sea at will. A big war will inevitably happen, and he will sacrifice the good for the weak.
But he has no regrets.
I saw how dazzling a strong and bright soul can be, especially from a slender girl who is equated with "weakness". This scene was worth the price of admission.
The greatest fear of human beings is death, and the greatest courage is to face death!
As necromancers who deal with death, to deny others the courage and spirit to face death is to deny themselves.
How many people like this are there on the sea?
Lovett is looking forward to the time ahead more and more.
"If I say I'm not a pirate, will you follow me?"
Thinking of Nami's last words, Lovett smiled.
That's probably because of something called "girlish reserve".
The Black Knight appeared in front of Lovett, quickly fell to the ground, and opened the ribs in his chest, turning into a unique black spider with wings, three faces and a human torso.
"Is there any miscalculation again?"
Looking at the white troops walking towards the end of the street facing the rising sun, Lovett looked solemn.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The number of troops is small, less than three hundred, but their majestic momentum is comparable to that of thousands of troops!
A soldier wearing a thin T-shirt and a baseball cap held a gun in both hands, pointed the muzzle at the sky, and marched in neat steps, with no gaps in his progress.
Elite!
There is no doubt that this is a truly elite team!
If "soldiers" and "peasants" are divided into two levels of combat effectiveness, then there is another gap between "elites" and "soldiers".
Elite soldiers trained from iron and blood, one hundred against one thousand is no joke.
"Roar!!"
The zombie puppets roared, and the fish-men's vitality far exceeded that of ordinary humans, so the scarlet fury has not dissipated yet.
But when the brutal and bloodthirsty zombie puppets faced this human army, there was a period of chaos.
Lovett knew that this group of soldiers alone could not do this. What really frightened the zombies was the tall and straight man walking in front of the team with a calm and calm face.
The cloak of justice was blown by the wind and made a hunting sound. The cuffs were decorated with red silk. The sea-blue shoulder emblem was lifted up on the shoulders. Two golden medals symbolizing glory hung on the chest, shining in the sun.
Wearing a lavender striped suit, a dark blue shirt, a tie, a mohawk, and a beard, his hair and beard are dark purple, and a slender samurai sword with a plum blossom engraved on the blade hangs from his waist.
The visitor is the visitor from the headquarters who makes the entire East China Sea pirates dare not make trouble, "Lieutenant General" Flying Squirrel!!
That vast and bright life aura is like the sun melting ice, making the zombies instinctively keep distance and not dare to get close.
"Stand straight!!!"
Boom!!
The soldiers stamped their feet in unison, making a muffled sound, and stood less than fifty meters away from Lovett.
From the beginning to the end, their eyes never glanced at the faces of the ferocious and terrifying undead around them. From the beginning to the end, their eyes never showed any fear due to the appearance of the Black Knight.
The order and prohibition goes to such an extent...
A formidable army!
Lovett knew that the undead's greatest weapon: fear, would be difficult to use this time.
With solemn eyes, the flying squirrel's knife-like gaze passed across the corpse of the fishman, past the undead, paused for a moment on the black knight, and then looked at the real owner.
"I didn't expect it to be you...the triangle breaker, Lovett!!"
He had made many speculations before coming here. He had suspected all the pirates in the East China Sea who could be named, including Creek, Crowe, and even Bucky, but he did not expect it to be Lovett.
The last thing he wanted to see was Lovett.
...In just two or three months, he went from a repairman with no foundation to a strong man who could challenge the Fish-Man Pirates. This kind of growth rate has only been seen by Flying Squirrel in the group of pirates in the New World.
Every one of them is a bandit who brings trouble to the sea!
Facing the threatening gaze of the flying squirrel, Lovett signaled the black knight to leave, faced the flying squirrel directly, and said.
"The Triangle Breaker is dead, Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel... The person in front of you now is the pirate Black Earl!"
The bottom line issue is irrefutable.
"That's it..."
The flying squirrel's face twitched, and its eyes couldn't help but dim for a second.
"Yes, the Triangle Breaker is dead...and the crimes he committed have disappeared."
No, I really don't mean that.
The corners of Lovett's mouth twitched.
Don't overthink it!
"But since you're dead, why do you want to crawl out of the grave?!"
The flying squirrel took a step forward and touched the hilt of the sword with its long, dry fingers.
Danger!
Lovett's eyebrows stung, and a terrible murderous intention made him breathe faster.
"As expected of a lieutenant general, his aura is so impressive!"
Silently mobilizing his mental power, Lovett's slightly smaller figure stood upright in front of the flying squirrel, making a strong statement.
"Because even the dead have justice for the dead!"
"you……!"
The flying squirrel's pupils shrank.
"The false justice of the living makes the dead feel sick, so I crawled back from hell, taking the justice of the dead with me."
The flying squirrel looked gloomy.
Yes, their justice is too false.
From the beginning to the end, Lovett was forced to go to sea, escape, and be arrested. Along the way, he was abandoned, silenced, and turned a blind eye.
Justice that is unable to uphold justice has no justice in itself.
"Well, having said that, if a person dies, it is best to lie in a coffin and not come out to bask in the sun."
Suddenly, a careless voice came from the rear of the army. Lowit took a closer look and suddenly realized.
"It turns out I neglected you."
"White Hunter", Smoker!
Standing at the rear of the troops was none other than Colonel Smoker, a user with the natural smoke fruit ability stationed in Rogge Town.
No one stipulates that Flying Squirrel must bring all his soldiers with him when he goes out, and no one stipulates that Smoker cannot step outside the waters under his jurisdiction.
Combined with the chart, a clear route appeared in Lovett's mind.
It is true that the Flying Squirrel only has one warship, but its troops can be split.
So he left some of his elite troops in Rogge Town for emergencies.
Even before the rats led the men to block the door last night, this force, led by Smoker, set off in advance and arrived at the nearby sea area.
Then the entire Mouse army was wiped out, and the Flying Squirrel made an emergency move, using the Six-Style "Moon Step" to break away from the large army and accelerate alone.
Naturally, it would be impossible for him to cross the ocean with his strength, but it would not be a miracle if he could only cross part of the way and transfer to Smoker's ship.
Then the two sides converged and pursued each other on the front line of fire.
In this way, not only did they have enough troops, but they even saved several hours of time to seize the beach and land on the beach, just in time to block Lovett.
"It's a bit difficult to handle!"
Lovett didn't understand the structure of the natural system, and with such a cunning flying squirrel, he couldn't defeat it on his own.