Pirate’s Brood Order

Second Apostle: Dodge Bottom

Title: Accelerator, Ghost Instant Messenger!

Also for the Second Brood (Alabasta Pyramid Guardian)

Race: Human

Class: Tier 6 is medium and can evolve.

mental strength 85

Nerve conduction rate 84

Bone Hardness 59

muscle activity 62

Blood Density Flow Rate 89

Ability: Acceleration fruit can manipulate and improve itself (such as cell division, blood flow, muscle growth, etc.) and can change a certain speed of the touched substance through contact, only limited to acceleration!

Current Development: Intermediate!

Note: The fruit ability and the horrifying chemical changes produced by the parasitic rust worms in the body, is the only one among the apostles who can fully exert 100% and manipulate the parasitic rust worms unbelievably!

Dodge's broken wrist was hanging on the side of his trouser leg, and a round flesh hole was exposed on his chest. The edge of the round hole was tissue fluid secreted by cells, and circles of newly grown granulation were wriggling.

The rust ghost baby floating in mid-air is strangely suspended in mid-air, with two skinny and ferocious hands covered with mottled rust patterns, each holding a piece of bloody meat with a few teeth stuck to it, rusty like The rotten tooth in the old man's mouth.

The rust baby ghost made a weird sound, like a baby crying, but it was actually the sound of countless wriggling rust worms resonating through the body surface. It turned its bloated and ugly body curiously, like a barrel-shaped A pale eyeball floated out of his body, staring at Vincent Mokney.

The gaze was cold and indifferent, but with a strange curiosity, like a young child who has been locked up in the house for a long time and has encountered a new toy.

Vincent Mockney wiped his hot cheeks. He stared vigilantly at Dodge as he stuffed the Rust Ghost Baby back into his chest lovingly. The corners of his eyes twitched unnaturally, and he felt a strong chill in his heart.

Although he didn't understand why the opponent didn't continue to attack, Ni Zhi instinctively felt a strong malice covering him from all directions.

"Your goggles fell to the floor!"

The gloomy and joking voice seemed to come from the trial of death. Through the cold mirror prison, the hoarse and icy voice was transmitted into the air through the ripples and vibrations of the mirror surface, and echoed over and over again in the closed mirror prison!

It was as if someone had turned on the repeater, and the recorded voice was whispering in Vincent Mokney's ears over and over again. The voice was slightly low at first, like a dream, and then gradually increased and became sharp and gloomy, like countless The psychopath screamed hysterically in his mind.

Ni Zhi's expression changed suddenly, he looked at himself reflected in the mirror, his heart sank to the bottom of the valley inexplicably, he only felt a gloomy chill gushing out of his body, as if there was a cold poisonous snake in his chest, wet The gruesome scales are swimming around his heart.

People are always used to ignore some inconspicuous details, such as when their body was reflected in the mirror, from the very beginning, or from the moment when some goggles were caught and fell off!

"Eyes are the windows to the soul. Through your eyes, I can see your heart. The cold and sinister soul is panicking and terrified!" Gana stood behind the mirror, to be exact, behind Niji in the mirror, One palm was quietly leaning against the other's vest, stroking like a lover with half of his arm pierced inside.

"Well, hold it!" Gana looked through the mirror and looked at Nizhi's twinkling pupils.

Although the other party didn't say what he was holding, Ni Zhi understood the meaning of the other party with a tacit understanding. Immediately, a shuddering feeling engulfed his whole body.

Hold on to that heart!

"You..." Nizhi's pupils contracted into needlepoints, and the crazy warning from every cell made Nizhi rush towards the mirror. His instinct told him that if he didn't smash the mirrors immediately, something terrible would happen to him. body.

The crackling sound of trampling, the dazzling lightsaber bursting out dazzling spots of light, but it is so weird that it cannot cover the figure in the mirror. It stands to reason that such a sharp light will replace all the scenes in the mirror, but the people in the mirror The scene was still gloomy and gloomy.

The figure of Gana was still standing there, staring coldly at Vincent Moknij's sword of light speed, with his empty eyes without a trace of impurities.

The arc is lingering, the light is cracking, what a gorgeous and eye-catching scene!

Unfortunately, it was too late!

"The mirror reflects the world, so tell me, what is the difference between the person reflected in the mirror and the person outside?" Gana asked suspiciously: "I always feel that the moment the mirror shines, the person outside The person and the person in the mirror have already quietly switched bodies!"

"In other words, the real you has been imprisoned in the mirror, and the outside you are just a walking dead who has lost his soul and is maintaining inertial self-deception!"

Nizhi's eyelids twitched crazily. He didn't understand any of these words, but the coldness and strangeness in the words made him feel the horror and danger that could not be described in words.

"Ahhhh—"

Feeling that his heart was being grabbed by a ghost claw, and the breath exhaled from his mouth and nose was icy cold, Vincent Mokney roared like crazy, and the lightsaber in his hand pierced through the barrier of the air continuously, like lightning. Ripples in the mirror.

The terrifying vortex and the distorted power seemed to break his sword blade. He gritted his teeth and pierced the blade inch by inch. The tip of the knife penetrated into the mirror, and slowly advanced towards the position between Gana's eyebrows.

A slight cracking sound came from the mirror, as if there was a slight crack floating above the ripples.

"Don't understand? It's a pity." Gana stared indifferently at Vincent Mokney's violent blow. Unfortunately, the power transmitted by the blade is not enough, and there is still a small difference, and this trace is life and death. "I mean, if the person in the mirror dies, can the person outside the mirror still live?"

puff!

Like the sound of a balloon bursting and air leaking through the wind, Ni Zhi's movements suddenly froze, and he lowered his head in shock, a mass of bloody red flowers smeared on the black windbreaker on his chest.

In the mirror, Gana slowly pulled out his palm, and the palm spread out gently. On it was a heart full of finger holes. The heart was still beating inertially, becoming weaker and weaker.

"That's my heart!" Vincent Mokney stared at the heart in the mirror without blinking, his Adam's apple spurted out a mass of hot blood, his mouth squirmed, but he seemed to have no strength to make a sound: "My heart was ripped out!"