One Piece: Buggy the Clown from Arkham

The zombies in charge of broadcasting were surrounded by navy soldiers early on.

At least that was what Akainu saw when he arrived.

The soldiers surrounded the figure with his head down, holding their spears in their hands, their white navy caps hanging down, and their faces covered by shadows.

They did not move.

"Sir Sakaski... is what they said true?"

A navy soldier lowered his head and asked carefully in a very suppressed voice.

They were the good families carefully selected by the navy from various member countries to be stationed in Mary Geoise.

And this broadcast voice close at hand directly shook their long-standing beliefs.

Yes, faith.

For an army that has existed for a long enough time, faith is an important factor in their ability to maintain cohesion and combat effectiveness.

And for the navy, the justice of order from top to bottom, which extends from the concept of the Creator, is their long-standing belief.

But now, the soldiers suddenly realized

that this belief betrayed them.

Or, this belief has always been just coaxing them.

While coaxing these naive guys, he stood on the world and peed.

"The other party is an invader!"

Akainu's cold voice did not waver at all, just as fierce as his lava ability.

"He is also a provocateur of justice. The purpose of all the things that clown did was just to shake your sense of justice.

And to achieve his own dark and invisible purpose!"

He did not directly answer the question of whether it was true, but directly defined Buggy's identity.

Invader, provocateur, pirate, criminal...

It is the opposite of justice and their enemy.

So the other party's words cannot be believed.

It is better to directly criticize the other party's identity than to refute the arguments put forward by the other party.

"But, Mr. Sakaski!"

One of the marines raised his head, and the tears that could not be suppressed were covered on his cheeks.

"Corporal Lipshu, who was in the same period as me, disappeared in this way...

He was also suddenly declared to have defected to become a pirate."

"That means he betrayed justice."

"No, impossible!"

The hand of the marine holding the gun trembled tightly.

Then he suddenly turned the gun around.

A navy soldier, his gun pointed at the admiral.

"He and I live in the same dormitory. We train together, eat together, and get scolded together every day. I know very well! He joined the navy for justice in his heart. He really wants to kill pirates and will never betray!"

Silence.

The silence of other navy soldiers is the greatest support for this behavior.

"Then the next question."

On the chest of the zombie, the dark-colored Den Den Mushi was still broadcasting Buggy's playful expression.

"About the Void Throne."

"The throne that no one should be able to sit on."

"Is there anyone sitting on it, Saint Miklos?"

"I believe you will know it. After all, the truth is not as important as life, especially the life of a noble person like you, right?"

"I"

"I know that there is————"

An extremely violent explosion burst out in the silent night sky, drowning out all the sounds coming from the broadcast.

One of Akainu's arms turned into lava with billowing black smoke.

Like a volcano that was already in the process of eruption, it submerged the stunned zombie and the dozen navy soldiers who were surrounding it.

This was the terrifying power of nature.

The sticky high temperature devoured the existence of all combustible materials.

"You have betrayed justice."

Akainu stepped on the boiling molten lava, his eyes looking down.

He never wavered in his thorough justice.

Gion's Konpila suddenly stopped halfway through pulling it out.

What she saw with her sight was correct.

Two Den Den Mushi.

Both were video Den Den Mushi, but one was playing and the other was transmitting.

The person facing them was a Celestial Dragon with a silly smile.

The sound and picture they heard were what had happened in this building before.

"Lord Momotsuki, broadcast--"

The hurriedly arriving soldier had not had time to finish a sentence when he saw the flash of Konpila's knife.

The two Den Den Mushi who dared to talk about a taboo in the holy land were instantly split in half.

One of the Den Den Mushi's eyes was still playing the recorded video.

A thin man in a purple vest, with a hand on the shoulder of the Celestial Dragon, with a cheerful smile on his face.

Miklos Saint looked extremely terrified.

He said in a trembling voice in the direction of the Den Den Mushi:

"That's Lord Im."

The light and shadow in the eyes of the Den Den Mushi, which was split into two parts, disappeared in just a few blinks.

"You didn't hear or see anything, do you understand?"

Gion sheathed his sword, but his beautiful and dignified face was particularly indifferent.

Matters concerning the throne are absolutely taboo.

"Treasure, my treasure!"

Miklos Saint, who was just laughing foolishly, suddenly stood up.

His eyes were full of bloodshot, and his expression was extremely ferocious.

"You destroyed my treasure!"

"You lowlifes! You lackeys! How dare you destroy my treasure!"

"Saint Miklos."

The coldness on Gion's face disappeared, revealing a gentle smile.

"You have encountered some bad things, and now you need to rest."

There was a faint scent of flowers coming from her body, which made people intoxicated.

"Rest. Rest."

Miklos Saint, who had just been showing his teeth and claws, suddenly felt his eyelids very heavy.

The pistol in his hand could not help but droop.

"No, no!"

This drooping seemed to touch something, and Miklos Saint suddenly broke out again, and the pistol kept shooting at the navy.

"Treasure, my treasure!"

"Rest, you need to rest!"

Gion's hand with a knife left a residual image, and several directionless bullets were instantly broken in half by the blade of Kinpira.

The intoxicating voice and fragrance continued to fight against the emotions in Miklos Saint's mind that were eager to express.

"Rest, yes, rest."

This confrontation seemed to have won.

"I want to rest."

"How to rest, I remember, I remember."

Miklos Saint undressed with a little excitement.

The soft white silk slipped off.

His body was full of explosives.

There was a grinning clown mask on his chest, as if mocking Taotu's weak attitude in the face of the world's nobles.

"Rest is explosion, and there is rest only after explosion!"

"Yes, I remember!"

Miklos Saint was about to pat his chest with a comfortable look on his face. The switch was here, he remembered it.

His good friend had told him specifically.

It was just that he was less than half a meter away from a top swordsman.

A distance that was enough for the swordsman to cut him into hundreds of pieces.

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