Pirate’s Brood Order

"The whole body explodes!"

The body inflated to the extreme like a balloon, the terrifying and dazzling light illuminated the entire space in an instant, and the rumbling explosion sounded muffled and ravaged.

Crimson flames raged, terrifying air waves rolled in the cramped space, high-pressure steaming air melted the sand grains on the ground into a scorched liquid, and the surrounding mirrors shook and trembled like steel, forming a smooth and smooth mirror surface. The vortex rotates counterclockwise, the black water pressure from the explosion hits it to form agitated ripples, and white smoke floats out of the vortex from the hot steam.

Gladius retracted his body back to its original shape, panting and staring at the surrounding mirrors to seal it off. In the vortex, the figure of the seventh apostle Gana was standing behind the vortex. Those explosive fire waves penetrated into the vortex, but It seems to be distorted and elongated in the mirror, the seemingly short distance is as close as the sky, and the people in the mirror are always separated by the thickness of a finger.

The thickness of one finger is about the real thickness of a mirror, but in the mirror this distance seems to be stretched strangely into an insurmountable chasm.

"Is the attack completely ineffective?" Gladius stared desperately at the unscathed Gana in the mirror. He was clearly in the center of the heat wave, but he felt like he had fallen into an ice cave, and his hands and feet were sweating cold.

"The Seventh Apostle Gana?" Gladius murmured to himself with dry lips, and then stared at the palms spread out in the mirror, a blurry phantom rapidly expanded, and a gorgeous explosion The heat wave bounced back from the mirror, and the horrible flames and heat swept from all directions.

In the crimson explosion, Gladius' whole body disintegrated and turned into coke, and his body turned into fly ash. The last question left in his mind did not have a chance to be uttered: "Since there is a seventh apostle, is it still possible?" Are there other apostles?"

The coke was shattered into flying ash and fell on the desert with the raging air waves. Mirrors overlapped to form one in mid-air. Gana stepped out from the mirror, and the mirror behind him suddenly shrank to the size of a palm and was placed flat on his palm. Heart, he casually glanced at the ashes on the ground, then lifted the mirror and combed his hair before lifting his feet to leave the scene, and the mirror in his hand shrank strangely and condensed into a glass bead, which he stuffed into the pocket of his jacket , There was a sound of clanging and collision as they walked around.

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Dazzling sun mottled on the short golden hair, the pink feathers were blown by the wind to reveal an unbuttoned white shirt, Doflamingo looked down at his own reflection in the sea, wearing just the right cropped trousers Paired with the red pointed leather shoes and the crimson sunglasses on his face, the whole person exudes a unique and dangerous temperament, but the blood tattoo on the chest destroys the overall beauty and looks out of place.

It was an unfinished tattoo, it was a woman's face, but it was neatly cut off from it, only half a nose, a mouth and a resentful eyeball, the red lines seemed to be painted with human blood, giving people a kind of Creepy feeling.

Doflamingo tried to get rid of this tattoo. He used many methods, but to no avail. Even if he cut off the entire tattoo and the flesh as if self-mutilating, the regrowth of flesh would actually destroy the tattoo together. It grew out, as if that human face had completely become a part of his body, and he couldn't let it go.

Behind where he was standing was a huge factory. The factory was full of porters and workers, as well as some "people" who looked like toy dolls and did not look like humans, working tirelessly.

"Young master, someone brought it."

Amidst the sound of clattering shackles, Torrepol, a senior cadre of the Don Quixote family, who was leaning on plum blossom crutches and had half a snot on his face, walked over, sniffing his nose, and followed behind him. Holding a toolbox, a middle-aged man whose legs trembled uncontrollably.

Doflamingo turned around, his height of nearly 3 meters shrouded in light and shadow, he looked at the middle-aged man with an inexplicable smile on his face and said: "I heard that your tattoo skills are very good, then look Look, how can I wash off this tattoo on my chest?"

The bloody and weird half-face frightened the tattoo artist. His face turned pale. He tremblingly took some tools out of the toolbox. Doflamingo put his hands in his trouser pockets and let the tattoo artist tremble on his body. After fiddling with it for a while, the tattoo artist wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead and said, "It's a weird dye, the color is like frozen blood, I can't wash it off."

"Can't it be cleaned?"

The air seemed to freeze. Doflamingo licked his tongue, then suddenly grinned and said, "Since it can't be washed off, then paint this incomplete tattoo for me!"

"Okay, okay!" The tattooist, who almost thought he was about to be killed just now, nodded and poured out various dyes from the toolbox and began to mix colors.

Doflamingo looked at the dye prepared by the tattoo artist, and suddenly moved his little finger. A worker carrying steel bars not far in front of him suddenly walked towards him uncontrollably. With a horrified cry on his face, he stopped at the tattoo artist. Next to him, he grasped one end of the steel bar with both hands, and pointed the other end sharply at his throat.

"no, do not want……"

The crying stopped abruptly, the steel bar pierced his throat, and the red blood dripped down the steel bar. Doflamingo moved his little finger, and the dye pot for preparing the paint fell into his hand. The waste was poured into the sea water for a rinse, and then the dye basin was held flat to catch the dripping blood.

Tick, tick...

The tattooist's Adam's apple squirmed. He looked up at the shadow that blocked the sun. The corpse of the worker stood quietly beside him. With a pleasant smile on his face, Doflamingo thoughtfully filled the dye basin He handed it over and said, "This color is right!"

"Gulu!"

The tattoo artist took the dye pot with trembling hands, and he breathed a pungent bloody smell. He suppressed the nausea in his stomach, and quickly poured some ingredients into the dye pot for preparation.

Torrebol beckoned, and several workers lowered their heads and built parasols and deck chairs beside them. Doflamingo lay on them, staring at the sea with faint eyes. In his eyes, he saw a shuttle-shaped sea boat A white mark was drawn on the road, and it was approaching at an extremely fast speed.

"Gulu... Gulu..."

The voice of the phone bug rang, and Doflamingo picked up the phone bug, and the voice of the sand crocodile came from the opposite side: "Doflamingo, do you think it is possible for the dead to be resurrected?"