One Piece: Buggy the Clown from Arkham

"Looks like we're in luck."

With a smile on his face, Bucky looked at the pig-like Celestial Dragon in front of him shouting angrily.

He looked like he was acting in a silent movie.

Soundproof walls block the transmission of sound.

"There's no moonlight tonight, so you should be in a good mood."

He took a step forward.

A hand flew out and grabbed the Tianlong man's neck.

Soundproof walls do not hinder the transmission of sound inside.

Saint Chalmac felt that he should be angry and throw this dirty untouchable who dared to touch him into his underground water tank.

My little pet hasn't seen blood for a long time.

But these thoughts soon disappeared.

He seemed to be in a really good mood. He glanced at the night sky with dull eyes. There was only a smiling crescent moon in the dim night sky.

There was also a smile on his face unconsciously.

"Well, the split in the spiritual world seems to have a certain relationship with the subject's will or resistance consciousness."

Bucky thought silently in his heart that it would be much easier to invade and split the spiritual world of this Celestial Dragon than Moria.

"It would be better if there was blood to fill the silence of the night."

Bucky's tone was soft, like a gentle counselor.

"Yes, fill it with blood, it's just right."

A very strong impulse to kill grew in the heart of Saint Chalmac.

A smile appeared on his face that was turning purple due to difficulties.

"I like killing people."

"Because I hate the air exhaled by those untouchables, which will defile the holy place. So I only give them ten minutes a day to breathe. If anyone exceeds the time limit, I will kill them."

"Singa Kasheng often kills people randomly, but I am much kinder than him."

Bucky saw a large area of ​​dark purple-red corpses in his long axis of cognition. He didn't know, but he thought they were demons crawling out of some hell.

But the devil is in the world.

He raised his eyebrows and continued to instruct:

"Yes, but killing those people is completely unworthy of your status."

In the spiritual world, he divided some useless emotions of Charma and enlarged the light group symbolizing arrogance and vanity.

"Let the blood of the Celestial Dragons fill the emptiness of the night."

"Yes, it should be like this."

Charma Kesheng could not think about anything at all in his now severely deprived of oxygen brain, he just let his emotions dominate his behavior.

"Their blood is worthy of mine."

"By the way, can you do me a favor?"

"Of course, you are my father." Charma Kesheng's dull eyes showed a little dependence.

Bucky pruned his cognitive axis with his big hands.

The current state of Chalmac Saint is particularly confusing.

One moment he sees Bucky as his father, and the next moment he sees him as his grandfather.

"Well, when you see the navy, remember to write a few words to them in your own blood."

"What word?"

"Hehehehe" Bucky snickered:

"Here comes the clown."

"good."

Bucky let go of his hand, and the pig-like Charmaco fell with a plop, but he didn't even think of adjusting his rapid breathing first. The strong emotions bursting out from the spiritual world were twitching like a whip, urging him to achieve unlimited emotions. The act of craving.

Killing.

Kill your own kind.

"Don't forget this."

Bucky smiled and handed him a clown mask, a shotgun and a Molotov cocktail.

The mask was stained with blood and had been taken off the face of someone from the Clown Gang.

"Fire adds to the fun," he suggested.

Saint Chalmac rushed out of his manor in three staggering steps and rushed straight into the dim night.

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"Would this expose us, Lord Bucky?"

"I heard that the Holy Land is guarded by generals."

Jacques asked with a trembling voice. He felt that he still underestimated the clown's madness.

"That's why we have to do this even more."

Bucky’s five fingers crossed in excitement.

He originally thought that a vice admiral or even a general would go to the Chambord Islands to look for him.

In this case, the fireworks should be placed in a place where the defense is empty, such as Marinefando or Judicial Island.

pity.

No one from the Navy or CP0 came to the Shampoo Islands to play with him.

Then he had no choice but to come to the door.

But this also reflects one thing.

They, these world nobles.

I was afraid of the rumors I spread.

That would be interesting.

"If there is no movement, how can we let that little cutie crawl up quietly?"

"The gorgeous fireworks must be sudden enough to be more attractive."

He blinked, as if he had already seen that gorgeous scene in the silent night sky.

Bucky didn't want the little gecko to finally climb up, only to be stopped by the navy before it could bloom over Mariejoia.

Although Jacques did not understand, he was greatly shocked.

"Where's the other guy?"

Swann pointed at the big bear who had been standing by without making any movement.

After all, he is the Shichibukai, and his current sluggish look is hard to understand.

Bucky had a hard time understanding it too.

He tried to split the other person's spiritual world.

But the bear's spiritual world is completely blank and void.

Maybe this is the reason why he is in this state?

He also tried to split the opponent's fruit ability.

The meat ball fruit is a very convenient ability.

Not surprisingly, it still ended in failure.

It's like a dumbfounded iron lump.

It really gives me a headache.

Saint Charlemagne staggered into the central avenue of Mariegioa.

The streets here are exceptionally wide, as if they were not built for normal humans.

"Giggle, where did this idiot come from?"

A female Draco sat cross-legged on the back of the Hammerhead Sharkman.

He was holding a red fan to half cover his face.

He was extremely disdainful of the way Saint Charmaine walked.

If it weren't for the other party's celestial dragon attire, she would have thought that some bold pariah dared to board Central Street.

"Kill kill kill"

Saint Chalmac suddenly turned around without wearing a mask, revealing a bruised face.

The shotgun he was holding was raised high.

"ah!!!"

"Protect Lord Li Yamu Palace!"

The navy on alert a little further away suddenly became alarmed when they saw Charma Kesheng's shotgun.

They were not entirely wary of a Draco who suddenly chose to take to the streets on his own.

Or rather, I don’t dare.

At this time, Charma Kesheng only had strong thoughts of killing in his heart.

Bang-bang-bang-

He held a shotgun and fired continuously in the direction of Liyamu Palace.

"Grandpa said, fire can add to the fun."

Charmaco Sage smiled crazily and threw out the incendiary bottle.

Flames quickly shot up on the huge bluestone on Central Street.

The fishmen who were used as mounts were completely unaware of it. They were specially tamed and didn't even have the consciousness to avoid it.

"Kill it, kill it hehe hehe!" Charma Kesheng seemed to be greatly satisfied all of a sudden, and his brain, which had been violently modified, was a mess.

Only a navy man wearing a floral shirt flew over.

"And grandpa. Dad's request."

He stepped on the shards of the Molotov cocktail, and the flames continued to spread from his clothes. Charma Kesheng only fumbled for a piece of glass that was still intact.

Cut your wrists apart.

Blood gushes out like a gush.

"Hey hey hey"

He headed in the direction of the navy in floral shirts and wrote on the huge stone with his own blood -

"Joker, here we come."

"Hey hey hey."

He kept grinning at the navy, and the clown mask in his arms fell into the flames, stained with the blood of his companions.