The cold autumn wind at night blew on his face. After years of fighting on the Grand Route, the flying squirrel didn't know that it had been many years since he had experienced the normal changes of the four seasons.
Click...!
The hand holding the plum blossom katana trembled slightly and he grasped the hilt, and the flying squirrel murmured softly.
"Do you understand now?"
"This is the darkness we have to carry... and the pain."
"Black Earl Lovett!!!"
The moment the roar fell, a vacuum slash flew out, tearing the ground along the deck and sending sawdust flying.
laugh!!
A corner of his clothes was torn off. Even though the butler had hugged his master and tried his best to dodge, the distance of less than ten meters was still too close for the swordsman.
Lovett's clothes were torn off, leaving blood marks on his waist.
As for himself, one of his legs was cut off directly, and it was broken from the calf twenty centimeters away.
"For the fallen soldiers, I will die!"
After missing the first blow, the flying squirrel immediately swung the second sword.
The terrifying speed of the Lieutenant General was immediately revealed under the close-range attack!
Obviously a long time ago, even Crowe who used the silent step could not escape his mental capture, but now facing the flying squirrel, Lovett had lost his target for the first time.
He knew what the flying squirrel had done and the direction of his attack, but he could not "see" where the flying squirrel had gone or how it would attack.
This is a significant feature that the soul calculation speed cannot keep up, otherwise the sword on the chest would not hit him.
"left!"
A sense of crisis surged into my heart, tingling between my brows.
This kind of experience of losing a target is not a good one. Fortunately, Lovett has encountered countless sure-kill situations in his life, and he has already developed a big heart and can keenly catch the call from his sixth sense.
laugh……!
A scratch appeared on the deck, and the sword light plowed deep ravines on the ground. It tore open the guardrail and flew out for an unknown distance before gradually dissipating into the sea.
If he sits still or hesitates for 0.1 second, the sword will tear open his head without mercy.
“Scary guy!!!”
Lovett's eyes were full of solemnity, and he directed the black knight to hug him and dodge again and again.
The angry flying squirrel had no chance to attack, leaving him no opportunity to cast a spell to counterattack.
In addition to being fast and powerful, his swordsmanship is swift and methodical. Every blow squeezes his dodge space to the limit, and his angles are like those of an antelope and his horns, which are natural.
With the protection of the two black knights, he could barely dodge.
But now that his chest was severely injured, dragging him down would mean death!
"We must find a way to escape!"
After dodging another attack, Lovett made a decision.
"Jump into the sea?"
Thinking of the shocking sword of the Flying Squirrel in Cocoyashi Village, Luotian Slash, Lovett gave up this irrational plan.
The flying squirrel is not Crow. Who told you that you can't hit it if you jump into the sea?
threaten?
He won't show up here for fear of threats.
A dead fish or a dead net?
Then you have to have enough capital.
"So...is this the only last option?"
His brain was working so fast that Lovett's eyes were dull and he looked like he was waiting for death.
The flying squirrel did not miss this opportunity, kicked away the tall bodyguard, leaned over and rushed out with the hilt of the sword.
Cut off the robe!
Clang!!
Silver light exploded in the air, and a bright arc tore open the warship's cabin, sending the entire upper half of the area flying away!
When I glanced at it, I saw that it matched the lyrics.
"Lift your skull..."
Plop!
But this dangerous sword was still avoided, and as a price, the black knight was cut in half.
It was he who threw Lovett out the moment he knew he couldn't escape.
The bodyguard was at a disadvantage in the first battle. He couldn't even keep up with the speed of the flying squirrel, and could only roar out of reluctance.
After falling to the ground, Lovett's eyes gradually regained their brightness.
Looking at the flying squirrel's sword raised towards him again, he coughed out a mouthful of blood foam and raised the corners of his mouth.
"Do you want to save the innocent people in Orange Town?"
Psychology tells us that in this case, asking questions is more effective than anything else.
People can think. As long as their ears receive recognizable sounds, they will start thinking involuntarily.
Then……
Thinking controls the brain!
Whoosh!
The blade of the knife stopped at his forehead, and the sharp sword light cut through his black hair and landed on the tip of his nose.
It was a little itchy, but Lovett didn't dare to move for fear of irritating him.
The flying squirrel's eyes were bloodshot and unblinking, and asked: "What do you mean?"
coming!
Success or failure depends on this!
A smile appeared on his pale face, and Lovett said seriously.
"If you ambush me here, there will be blood flowing in Orange Town, but you can't let go of either side, right?"
Lovett lay down against the broken cabin wall, the flying squirrel's sword approaching inch by inch, never leaving his eyebrows.
"How about we make a deal..."
Holding his chest, Lovett said breathlessly: "This time I give up the plan to go to the Grand Line, so that you have time to rush to Orange Town immediately for support."
"Aramu!"
The flying squirrel pressed the tip of the sword against Lovett's forehead, causing drops of blood to drip from it.
"You have been defeated!"
"If I kill you and then rush over, what difference will the time make?!"
At this point, the Flying Squirrel has no choice.
"So you want to leave this mess alone and lead the troops directly?"
Lovett grinned and asked, "Are you sure you're going to kill me and that's the end of it?"
The flying squirrel's eyelids twitched.
"The order to ambush me tonight must have been given to you by the big shots above, right? With your character, you absolutely cannot do such a thing."
Chi!
He painstakingly tore off the inner lining and used it as a bandage to wrap up his most vulnerable belly to prevent his intestines from leaking out.
"Huh...huh..."
Seeing that Flying Squirrel remained "thinking" and turned a blind eye to him during this process, Lovett took a deep breath and continued: "And still ordering you to deal with me even though you know Orange Town needs support, do you think they will allow it?
you left?"
"I……"
The flying squirrel was speechless.
Yes, in order to hide their presence, no one knew that they had not left, so there were quite a few pirates lurking in Rogge Town today.
If he leaves, Rogge Town will be in chaos!
Even the Warring States Period would not allow him to pick sesame seeds and lose the watermelon.
As the gateway port to and from the great sea route in the East China Sea, being able to send Smoker from his headquarters here represents its importance in itself.
"Admit it, Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel! From the moment you received the order, the people of Orange Town have been treated as dead people."
"Whether you kill me or arrest me, they will let you take mine back to see if it's true or false."
The story of "Hundred Strategies" Crowe faking his own death to escape is still vivid in his mind. The Navy's forgetfulness can't be that big!
"Even if that's not the case, I will call to urge you and ask about the situation... Are you sure you can leave before the new order comes down?"
"Even...will there really be new orders?"
No!
The flying squirrel clenched his fists.
The boss had already made a phone call, and Warring States personally told him that another person would be arranged to deal with the Orange Town matter, and they only needed to be responsible for arresting Lovett.
But with the nearly three-digit pirate group and the nearly four-digit number of pirates, can anyone really suppress it except myself?
It's not that the flying squirrel is boasting, the East China Sea Navy doesn't have that ability!
As Lovett said, the people of Orange Town have been abandoned from the very beginning. Like Lovett, they are regarded as abandoned children who must be abandoned for peace and stability!
There is obviously no comparison between the partial chaos in the East China Sea and the overall chaos in the Grand Route.
"but!"
Stopping his waist again, Flying Squirrel put the tip of his sword against Lovett's forehead and said, "Even if I let you go, it won't change the current situation!"
Done!
A flash of understanding flashed in Lovett's eyes.
The flying squirrel's train of thought began to drift. This is good news!
Next is the second fire.
he said.
"No, there is a chance... In addition to you, there is someone who can sit in Rogge Town and prevent chaos from happening."
Hearing this, the flying squirrel's pupils shrank and turned back suddenly.
"Colonel! Colonel, wake up!"
Dasqi was lying next to a mutilated and inhuman corpse (?), crying so hard.
"I have to admit, you won."
Lovett followed the sound and looked over, curling his lips in displeasure: "The first sword attack successfully interrupted my spellcasting, so that he retained his last vitality and barely survived."
Reality is not a game. If a fireball hits you, it will not just take damage.
It will first heat a point, then expand to a surface, and finally melt the flesh and blood. The air will expand and cause an explosion, tearing the flesh and blood apart.
In addition to the "casting time", the spell also has an "effectiveness process".
Even if the effectiveness of most spells is fleeting and cannot be compared with the casting time, it can only approach zero forever and cannot truly return to zero.
As one of the newly created spells for the unique natural system of this world, in order to maintain a high degree of integration of the target's vitality and his own mental power to damage the elemental torso, Lovett must maintain a high degree of concentration during the entire spell casting process.
The process of taking effect happens to be of a small number of slow types.
However, the sword strike on his chest caused him to become mentally disturbed, preventing subsequent effects.
Without the mutual blessing of spiritual power and vitality, the effect of a single spell on the natural system...you can refer to the battle in Cocoa West Village.
With the elemental nature and the unreasonable physical fitness of people in this world, Smoker has the possibility of surviving as long as his vitality is not completely drained.
And the possibilities are huge!
Fresh cells can generate their own vitality, but water cannot.
Luffy could survive even if all the water in his body was drained, not to mention his vitality?
"In this case, the situation is more favorable to us!"
Whoosh!
The long sword was swung around his neck, and the flying squirrel looked cold.
Smoker is not dead, and the reputation he has established is enough to suppress the pirates with evil intentions in Rogge Town, giving him enough time to go to Orange Town to support them.
"Thank you for the reminder, Black Earl, I will give you a happy ending."
The flying squirrel said this sincerely.
For pirates, being sent to Impel Down is not only torture, but also a shame.
However, in the face of such obvious murderous intent, Lovett remained calm, and even said that he was helpless.
"Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel..."
He took a deep breath.
"Are you stupid or do you think I am stupid? I tell you this for no reason."
"Have you forgotten? The value of Smoker's life will only be reflected after you arrest me and kill me and I have a reason to leave here."
"You want to support Orange Town, but you still can't get around the hurdle of waiting for orders!"
"you……!!"
The flying squirrel's eyes widened instantly, understanding what Lovett meant.
………………
I admit that Dashu has selfish motives here. After all, this is a fan fiction, and Dashu needs to consider the character's popularity and plot development comprehensively.
It is difficult to let a character with a distinctive personality that can promote the plot and have considerable popularity die in a fanfic. Even if you want to, you must squeeze out all the plots that can be mined and deduced from him.