Super Dimensional Pirates in Pirates

Riddle Saint and his dogleg were hiding in a house, shaking like chaff, the fat on their faces rippled, and their legs curled together touched the wall uncontrollably, making "dong dong" sounds.

"The soft sound.

"Saint Riddle, please keep your voice down..." the butler in a black suit reminded in a low voice.

"Ah?" Saint Riddle glared at the butler, pointed at the butler and ordered: "You, go outside and see how the battle is going?!"

"Eh?" The butler trembled all over, sweat dripped from his forehead, and quickly stretched out his hands: "Here, Saint Riddle, I..."

"I know you are here!" At this time, a slightly lively female voice came from outside.

"Hey!" The two people who were hiding tensed up, their hearts contracted violently, and their trachea seemed to be blocked, and they held their breath.

"Huh?" Yamato outside the room scratched the back of his head: "I sense there are two people here..."

Then she closed her eyes again, stretched her neck, stretched out the bridge of her nose, and carefully expanded and contracted her nostrils, like an animal smelling a scent.

Yes, she was smelling.

"Aren't you here?" Yamato laughed: "Want to play hide-and-seek with me? I smell your scent!"

"???" The two people inside were panicked, but they didn't dare to move at all.

"I'm going to dig you out!" Yamato raised the mace and smashed it down hard.

boom!

The walls of the house shattered and collapsed, dazzling light shone into the room, and fine dust danced in the sunlight. Saint Riddle and the housekeeper couldn't help but close their eyes to block the sunlight from entering their eyes.

"Well..." Yamato stood in front of the two men with a mace on his shoulder and asked, "Who is the Celestial Dragon?"

Riddle was shocked and immediately pointed at his butler and shouted: "He is a Celestial Dragon!"

"Eh?" The housekeeper was obviously startled. He wanted to refute but did not dare to refute.

Yamato recalled that Eric had previously talked about the clothing characteristics of the Celestial Dragons:

"Strange hair style standing on end, white and bulky clothes, even wearing a bubble mask in order not to breathe the same air as the untouchables."

"You lied to me!" Yamato pointed the mace at Riddle Saint: "You are the Celestial Dragon!"

The housekeeper breathed a sigh of relief. Her target was the Celestial Dragon, so she should be able to escape...

"Kill the other guy?" Yamato tilted his head and thought, and said to himself: "I heard from Eric that the black suit next to the Tianlong people is not a good person either."

"Wait, wait a minute...!"

Yamato didn't give him a chance to argue. The black shadow fell and the mace hit the butler directly...

Not to mention anything else, an attack of Yamato's level falling on a weakling is like a dog's head stacked with 10,000 layers of Q, hitting a long-range minion with a scepter.

When Yamato's partner Takeru actually landed on the butler's body, the overwhelming power spread throughout his body in an instant. The extremely fragile flesh of ordinary people was torn and peeled off, and he was instantly snatched away from assisting Tianlong.

The life of a person who does evil becomes an unsightly mess.

The side of Saint Riddle's face felt hot, as if something was stuck on it. He tremblingly reached out and touched it. It was sticky, hot and moist, and soft. It took him a few seconds to realize that it was something on the butler's body.

"Woo——!"

The stomach was protesting loudly to its master, a mouthful of vomit poured up into the esophagus, and gastric juice and lunch that had been fermenting for three hours were squeezed out of the throat.

Then Riddle Saint's lower body became hot, and an unknown liquid soaked his pants, leaving a wet mark on the ground.

"So dirty!" Yamato took a step back: "You still wet your pants? I stopped peeing when I was three years old!"

"Untouchable!" Fear cut off Saint Riddle's rationality. Even though his legs were weak and unable to move, he pointed at Yamato and cursed nonstop: "I am a Celestial Dragon, a descendant of the Creator! How dare you do this to me,

Just wait to die!"

"Hmm..." Yamato scratched the back of his head in distress: "Let's just knock him out."

Buzz——

Yamato half-squinted his eyes, and the fierce overlord-colored domineering energy spurted out from Yamato's body. It was like a real momentum that passed through the Celestial Dragons and stunned Riddle Saint who was constantly cursing.

Yamato picked up Tianlong Ren by his collar and dragged him out of the half-ruined house.

…

The battle at the port continued. Houses, warships, and land were all submerged in a sea of ​​fire, and Artoria had to move the battlefield.

"Arsonist, don't burn everything!"

"You take care of me!" Joan of Arc released explosive flames at will, and a high-temperature heat wave enveloped the earth, causing the air to distort and the ground to melt.

"Stop her quickly!" The shadows of Dalmecia's fists in the sky and the roaring winds of fists were all blocked by Joan of Arc with her flag and sword. Occasionally, one or two fists passed through the defense and landed on Joan of Arc.

The body, known as the fortress of mankind, cannot be harmed.

"So hard--" Dalmecia frowned, and the burnt index finger gradually regained consciousness. Even if his ability was not awakened, the strong recovery power of the animal system allowed him to quickly repair the injury.

"Asshole, it hurts a bit!" Joan of Arc waved the flagpole, aiming the sharp tip of the spear at Dalmecia's neck and sweeping across. He used his extra bone-stretching legs to stamp on the ground dozens of times at high speed, causing

Use explosive reaction force to move at high speed and avoid Joan of Arc's thrust.

"It's this trick again!" Joan of Arc gnashed her teeth in anger: "Running around...!"

"Take the move!" Taking advantage of Jeanne's attention being attracted by Dalmecia, Huoshaoshan rushed into the battle circle from the right wing, and the blade of the samurai sword ignited with flowing flames.

"Do you want to compare the temperature of the flames with me?!" Joan of Arc took a step back to avoid the sharp edge, and then took a step forward. The one-handed sword clenched in her right hand spurted out boiling flames and slashed hard towards the Fire Mountain.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

With every explosive roar, the two flame-wrapped sword blades were colliding crazily together, sparks were splashing in all directions, and shock waves visible to the naked eye spilled out in all directions.

"...!" There was an unbearable burning sensation from the handle of the knife. Huo Huoshan raised his eyebrows and distanced himself from Jeanne.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Humph!" Joan of Arc sneered: "Are you scared? Keep going!"

Joan of Arc waved the sword blade, and the one-handed sword burned with an unknown purple demonic flame: "How about this move?"

Dalmecia warned loudly: "Be careful!"

"I know!" Huo Shaoshan looked up and said, "Over the head!"

Several spears lingering in the same flames fell towards Huoshao Mountain again like meteors: "This time you have no way to escape!"

"Moonstep!"

Huo Shaoshan took a deep breath and walked through the air to avoid Joan of Arc's inevitable blow.

Joan of Arc was furious: "Why do you do this?!"

"Are you distracted just now?!" Dalmecia lowered her posture, moved her diaphragm downward, and then sprinted into Jeanne's arms at the moment she released her abdominal pressure.

"What?!" Joan of Arc hurriedly dodged the oncoming fist.

However, Dalmecia exerted her strength again, her strong hind legs burst out with force, and air waves in the shape of shock waves appeared in front of Joan's eyes.

"Point the gun!"

Grains

The index finger of his right hand was injured, but it did not affect the use of his left hand. Dalmecia stretched out the index finger of his left hand, the sharp claws shining with cold light. His powerful blow was bound to penetrate the steel defense that Joan of Arc was proud of.

"Ding--!"

Condensing all her strength into one point, Dalmecia finally pierced Joan of Arc's armor, but only through her armor. Her fingertips penetrated Joan of Arc's body for less than two centimeters.

"It hurts so much!" Joan of Arc pulled back, rolled up the flag, and stabbed Dalmecia's right chest with all her strength. The one-handed sword followed her and struck her opponent's left rib.

"Ugh..." Dalmecia could only turn around to dodge. Before he could dodge the stabbing blow, the tip of the spear had already penetrated his right lung. Symptoms such as difficulty in breathing and mild hemoptysis followed, and every breath was accompanied by

labor pains.

Jeanne swung her sword in pursuit while breathing, and the second blow hit Dalmesia's left abdomen. The sharp blade cut through the neat suit, tore the muscles of the animal-type ability user, and left a long sword on his body.

hurt.

Dalmecia endured the severe pain and stayed away from Joan. The lack of oxygen and blood loss made stars appear in his eyes.

"It's so embarrassing." Arturia walked to Jeanne's side and said calmly: "You are actually injured. Don't you have the same defense as a human fortress?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Joan of Arc said coldly: "Even if you are injured, I can blast you to the moon!"

"Oh?" Arturia looked at Jeanne's wound and said, "Since you can say something like this, it proves that your injury is not serious."

Joan of Arc turned around and asked, "Is the battle on your side over?"

"Well, they are all trash." Artoria nodded: "Do you need my help?"

"No need!" Jeanne's lips turned up and she sneered, "I didn't expect that the extremely evil Lord Knight King would show mercy to his enemies."

"There is absolutely no need to kill those sailors."

"Oh?" Jeanne showed a smile that only a bad woman can have: "Have you eaten too much junk food recently, which has ruined your stomach? You actually sympathize with the enemy?"

"I allow evil to exist, but it must be within the scope of order." Artoria replied: "No matter how many of these miscellaneous soldiers are eliminated, the navy will quickly make up for them, which will only increase meaningless deaths."

"..." Dalmesia and Huo Shaoshan looked at each other silently with Jeanne d'Arc and Artoria. Their subordinates were all wiped out, and they themselves were in a sea of ​​fire. The battle situation was very unfavorable, but the justice in their hearts was not enough.

Allow them to retreat.

"It's so hot..." Chitong also crossed the wall of fire and came to the two of them.

Dalmecia's face darkened. Since Chi Tong is still alive, CP0 must be defeated, and the situation is heading in a serious direction again.

"Aren't you going to run away?" Artoria took a step forward: "The current situation has no chance of winning for you."

"Escape?" Unexpectedly, a hoarse voice came from the side.

"Huh?" Everyone turned around and saw a ghost spider covered in blood, limping towards them.

I don't know where he found the weapons. Each blade has a different shape.

Even though his voice was out of breath due to serious injuries, Ghost Spider said slowly and solemnly: "Our navy will never lose to you evil pirates!"

"The naval victory...must be absolute!"

"Ghost Spider..." Huo Shaoshan and Dalmecia actually couldn't stand the Hawk Navy's behavior, but what Ghost Spider said was extremely reasonable.

In the navy, there must be such extremely tough generals to enhance the navy's overall combat effectiveness and cohesion.

Although in the original work, Akainu defeated Aokiji and gained the position of marshal, which attracted criticism from many readers, Akainu is the only candidate suitable to serve as marshal.

"Really?" Artoria stared at the three people opposite: "Then please go to hell..."

"Wait!" Joan of Arc raised her hand to stop: "They are my opponents!"

"——Cry, it's time to fall." Black bubble-like balls of light appeared around Artoria. After breaking, they formed unknown dark bands of light, sucking water toward the Holy Sword like a giant dragon.

Converging in the opposite direction, the dark magic energy surrounding the holy sword spurted out a massive beam of light that swallowed up the light.

"You bastard!" Joan of Arc raised her one-handed sword: "This is the roar of my soul tempered by hatred."

"Roar, my wrath!"

Hotter flames emerged from Joan of Arc's feet, rushing towards the three people along the ground, and then the melted ground suddenly exploded, and several pillars of even hotter fire, with a power that burned everything, swept away

Three vice admirals were included.

Joan of Arc's Noble Phantasm arrived first, perhaps because Artoria took too long to release her Noble Phantasm.

When the chaotic light beam that Artoria held in her hands expanded to its limit, she slashed it down with all her strength and loudly read the true name of the miracle in her hand:

"The Sword of Promised Victory!"

The black and reddish aurora struck at the three lieutenant generals who were in the sea of ​​fire!

"boom--!"

The dark beam of light penetrates the sky, destroying everything in front of it!

The flames released by Joan of Arc were blown away by the strong wind generated by this big explosion!

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Hey!" Joan of Arc said dissatisfied: "Is your Noble Phantasm slowed down on purpose? Do you want to steal someone's head?"

"Who knows?" Arturia replied nonchalantly: "Piercing Girl, put out this fire quickly, it's going to burn outside the port!"

"...I am considering whether to burn you to ashes here." Jeanne looked at Arturia with evil intentions.

"Now that you have said it, you have no intention of doing so." Artoria urged: "Otherwise Eric should be angry, and you will become a stray kitten."

"You——!" Joan of Arc glared at the King of Knights fiercely and reluctantly withdrew the released flame.

"Yo." Eric flashed to a few people: "Did you enjoy the battle?"

"I would be happier if this guy didn't cause trouble." Joan of Arc looked Eric up and down: "It seems that Xiaoyu... Eric really has some strength, unlike those weak and weak guys."

"Uh..." Eric changed the subject: "These three vice admirals are not dead yet, why don't you give them a final blow?"

"I don't want it." Joan of Arc refused: "It feels like I'm eating the leftovers of a cold-blooded woman, it makes me sick."

"Huh." Artoria said, "The same feeling."

Chitong pulled out Murasame and asked: "Do you need me to deal with them?"

"No need." Eric glanced at the three people lying in the pothole: "We'd better move the gold from the sky quickly, otherwise the navy's reinforcements will arrive."

"Hey!" At this moment, Yamato shouted from a distance: "I caught the Celestial Dragon!"

Joan of Arc suddenly became interested, quickly walked towards Yamato, and then covered her mouth: "What does this smell like?"

Yamato said frankly: "This guy not only vomited, but also peed his pants."

"Tsk..." Joan of Arc showed a disgusted expression: "Stay away from me, this guy stinks."

"Eh?" Yamato quickly let go of his left hand, sniffed left and right, and then breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, it didn't smell bad."

"Hey, Eric." Egil said: "You are not allowed to get this guy on the ship! Otherwise, I will shoot you to death!"

"..." Eric covered his forehead in distress: "We can only execute him here."

"Leave him to me." Joan of Arc showed a cruel smile: "I will entertain this 'god' well."