One Piece: The Soul Purchasing Pirate

The morning light is faint, and the warm sunlight shines through the gaps between the leaves.

The scenery of Angel Island is very beautiful. The temperature is like spring all year round. There are no summer and winter seasons here, only spring and autumn. It is precisely because of this that the people of the Angel Race understand the birth and death of life very well.

They are kind-hearted and strong-willed, and each of them is a resounding man.

The time has reached the second day stipulated by Loan Bass.

Lucifer's Wings, of course, did not have any whereabouts. Since yesterday, all the angel clansmen have put on a show, consulted ancient books, and started searching.

But they all know once the time is over. What Angel Island finally ushered in must be destruction.

Facing the terrifying Loambas with a bounty of 1.1 billion in the legend, they will have no hope. Not to mention his banner, each of the three terrifying generals is a big pirate with a bounty of six to seven billions. He alone is enough to destroy the entire Angel Island.

This is a strong man who is qualified to compete with the group of people who are in the limelight at this time. Although he is not huge and does not seem to have strong muscles, his strength is deeply rooted in the hearts of people in the new world.

No one is willing to provoke such a strong man, let alone argue with such an old pirate.

"Lucifer's Wings, for sure, are no longer on Angel Island. It seems that the patriarch has already made preparations in advance."

An old man sighed, his expression slightly relieved.

If Lucifer's Wings are really on Angel Island, they are really not sure about the consequences. Will some people abandon the legacy of their ancestors and give this inheritance to others because they cannot bear the suffering of waiting for death or their attachment to life?

Even he couldn't be sure of all this. Because just before, this idea also flashed in his mind.

"That's good, Angel Island hasn't lost its inheritance after all."

Another old man from the angel family nodded.

At this time, most of the angel clan members gathered in this small courtyard. Some of them are hesitant to speak, some have gloomy faces, and some are full of despair and despair, as if they are waiting for death to come.

Generally speaking, the atmosphere at this time is not very good. Everyone knows that their lives are not far from dying, so how can they be in a good mood.

At this moment, a figure stepped in.

After seeing the person coming, the people of the angel clan all stared.

"Shamla, you're here."

The old man who started talking made a sound.

"Great Elder."

Shangmla nodded and walked to the center of the crowd in a few steps.

He looked around, seeing the expressions of the clansmen in his eyes, and his heart ached. These expressions of despair and loss made his whole heart as the patriarch feel so uncomfortable that he was about to collapse.

"I'm sorry everyone!"

Taking a deep breath, Shanmla said loudly, his body bent down heavily, and he extended his sincerest apology to everyone present.

The hearts of the angel family trembled, and some people had already begun to wipe their tears.

"Patriarch, we all understand you, you don't have to be like this, get up!"

The Great Elder sighed and said softly.

"It's me, let everyone step into this abyss of despair, I'm not a good patriarch, I'm just a selfish villain!"

Shanmla shouted loudly, already crying in her voice.

Hand over the wings of Lucifer, and perhaps the entire Angel Island can be rescued. But for the sake of the strong obsession in his heart, for the sake of the ancestor's saying that it should not be passed on, and even for his own children, he completely deprived him of the hope of this life.

"Okay, Shanmla, no one blames you! This is the legacy of our ancestors, and we younger generations should naturally follow it."

The great elder said in a deep voice.

"The main problem now is how to deal with the next disaster!"

Looking around at the clansmen around, the Great Elder said.

He knew that under the current situation, the morale of the clansmen must be low, but no matter what, he had to resist. It's not what an angel clan should do to be caught without a fight and be slaughtered by others.

Their ancestors were industrious and brave, reclaimed a new land, and led them to a new life. Then, how can they, who are descendants, lose the face of their ancestors.

"Great Elder, there is something wrong with your question."

The deep words sounded, and a young angel clansman stood up. He glanced at the bent Xiangmla, his eyes trembling slightly.

"How to deal with this disaster, is there any choice?"

"The only thing we angel clansmen can choose is fighting?"

In the second half of the sentence, the young angel tribe has already spoken forcefully.

"Also, our patriarch, now is not the time for you to repent."

"If you really feel guilty about the lives of the clansmen, then you should cheer up and lead us to victory in this war!"

The powerful words made the hearts of the angel tribe present tremble, and their spirits began to gather.

Shangmla trembled even more, and said in a low voice, "Sharon."

Sharon was the only son of his eldest brother, and his eldest brother had unfortunately died in the first round of massacres in Loambas.

"Many brothers and sisters present, their relatives died at the hands of those demons."

"This hatred can only be resolved by blood."

"So, from the very beginning, we have no choice!"

Flames shot out of Sharon's eyes, and he roared loudly full of hatred.

"Uncle Xiangmla, if you are still a man and you still have your aunt in your heart, please take up the weapon in your hand and lead us to fight!"

These words directly hit Shamla, his wife, who also died at the hands of Loambas.

Closing his eyes tightly, Shamla clenched his fists tightly, but he didn't make a sound.

"The clansmen present chose you to be the patriarch because you were the best fighter and the most intelligent scholar in our clan back then!"

"If we have any hope of victory, then the only hope is you, Uncle Shamla!"

Sharon drank loudly.

The Great Elder nodded aside, agreeing with this sentence.

The people of Angel Island are not simple civilians. They are born with a magical talent and powerful fighting ability. They are not lambs to be slaughtered. Among the same batch that year, the most talented one was Shanmla.

In the past, the patriarch of the previous generation deliberately let him eat the wings of Lucifer, the inheritance, and became the most powerful angel of the angel clan in the past few hundred years!

Back then, Shangmla was the strongest among the younger generation!

"Auntie's revenge, don't you want to take revenge? Do you want to forget the revenge of more than a hundred clansmen?"

Sharon drank again.

Shangmla's whole body was trembling violently. After three seconds, he finally couldn't take it anymore. He straightened up abruptly, turned his head to the sky and roared.

"eye for eye!!"

His eyes blazed with anger, and the wings on his back suddenly swelled after a buzzing sound. After the wings were spread, they were five or six meters long!