The best kind of pirate hunter

It is not advisable to stay here for a long time.

Now it's Hermes' turn to brag. If he wants to leave, no one can stay, at least not Doflamingo. Imagine a five-millimeter flea with the ability to see, hear, shave, etc. You can just find someone.

It disappears when it slips into the gap.

Even if the sight is very powerful, it may not be able to track it down to the end.

Doflamingo also chased for a certain distance, so his efforts were destined to be in vain.

"Dover."

"Little Lord."

"what happened?"

On the messy battle field, Doflamingo looked gloomily at the fire in the distance and remained silent.

You can still vaguely hear screams from all around.

Because of the battle with Hermes, Doflamingo could no longer control King Riku, so King Riku had stopped killing him long ago, but it was already too late. The crimes he committed were obvious to all.

Torebol and others came one after another, looking puzzled at the site full of ruins and potholes.

"It's Hermes Jormungandr, the Hunting King."

Doflamingo turned back to look at Torrebol and the others.

The opponent's abilities are a bit difficult to deal with, especially when it comes to escaping.

"Young Master, didn't you catch him?"

Jorah, who had already recovered, and Rao G, who was covered in bandages, looked around with murderous intent, trying to find the body of Hermes.

In their opinion, if the other party meets the young master, there is only one way to die.

"Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa."

"The other party is very capable of escaping. We will meet again in the future."

"Is your mission accomplished?"

Doflamingo did not waste time on this matter, but asked about the plan. At present, capturing Dressrosa is the main goal.

"Some of the guys who resisted were killed, and the rest were turned into toys or imprisoned in dungeons!"

"Young Master, a lot of people have gathered here, and they are all rushing to Central Park."

"Hey, hey, hey, Dover, our plan worked."

"Walk!"

Doflamingo smiled ferociously and quickly jumped towards a house, quickly disappearing in the light of the fire.

Torrepol and others followed closely behind.

At this time in Central Park, King Riku was kneeling on the ground with tears streaming down his face. He was covered in blood and looked around in horror. The bloody sword was sucked to the ground by the sticky blood. There were many corpses around.

These corpses include people of all ages, and the most important thing is that there are many fearful people on the outermost edge.

"It wasn't me, it wasn't me."

"You have to believe me."

King Liku's voice was hoarse and he tried to defend himself, but the way he was covered in blood made him look as sinister as a devil to the crowd.

Everyone's eyes were full of fear and hatred.

this moment.

The once benevolent King Liku was completely dead. What remained in the hearts of the people was a vicious and cruel king who killed his own people indiscriminately in full view of the public, even children.

"kill him."

"My child, why do you want to kill my child?"

"King Riku, you devil."

"Father."

Countless cries came and went, they were filled with incomparable hatred and despair.

But the matter was not over yet. A silk thread entered King Riku's body again. The next moment, King Riku grabbed the blood-stained sword and rushed into the crowd like crazy. He raised the knife and started killing.

"Help!"

"Crazy, King Liku has gone crazy."

"You devil, don't, don't, don't!"

"Forgive me, forgive me, I didn't do it, I couldn't control my body."

King Liku was crying and shouting while chasing ordinary people.

No one can stop King Liku, because everyone who can stop him is already dead.

"Who can come and save us, save Dressrosa."

"Who can stop this devil?"

"God!"

Some people were shouting, and some were kneeling on the ground and praying.

The surroundings were filled with firelight, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

There is no hell on earth better than this.

Just when the situation reached its climax, a tall figure descended from the sky, standing in mid-air and looking down at the entire venue. The strong wind blew up and lifted up the pink goose feather coat.

"Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

"I am Don Quixote Doflamingo, the real royal family of Dressrosa 800 years ago, and the Riku family was just a vassal of Don Quixote's royal family.

I didn't expect that handing over Dressrosa to the hands of the Riku family would turn out like this.

The Riku family has betrayed the trust of the Don Quixote family.

From now on, as the last descendant of the Don Quixote royal family, I declare that King Riku will be deprived of his position as king, and Dressrosa will be ruled by the Don Quixote royal family again.

Torebol, take down this criminal who killed innocent people for me."

Doflamingo's loud voice spread throughout the venue, like a savior who became a life-saving straw for all desperate people.

No matter what the history of Dressrosa is, whoever can kill King Riku will be everyone's hero.

"Hey hey hey!"

Upon hearing Doflamingo's order, Torrebol jumped from a house, activated his sticky fruit power with a flick of his hand, and quickly restrained King Riku and captured him.

"It's you, it's you!"

Being stuck to the ground by the mucus, King Riku looked at Doflamingo with blood-red eyes.

No matter how stupid he is, he still knows that all this is a conspiracy, the purpose is to discredit himself and then seize Dressrosa.

"This is a conspiracy, please believe me."

"I was controlled by him."

With a little hope in King Liku's eyes, he shouted to the people around him, but all he got were looks of resentment and hatred.

No one will believe him anymore.

Even if the truth is revealed in the future, King Liku has still committed an indelible crime, because the blood on his hands is real.

"Doflamingo."

King Liku was desperate at this moment.

That heart-rending cry was so painful that I couldn't bear to live.

This night.

Dressrosa has changed and is about to usher in the era of Doflamingo's rule.

at the same time.

After the battle, Hermes came to the hiding place prepared in advance, covered in blood, and sat down with his back against the wall. His face was pale, and there was unstoppable bleeding from his mouth and nose.

The injury this time was a bit serious.

I vomited several bowls of blood.

At present, he is not Doflamingo's opponent. There is still a distance between the two, but it is still difficult for Doflamingo to kill him.

Hermes was confident of this.

In addition, if he is lucky, it is not that he cannot kill Doflamingo. After all, mini fruits can create miracles.

All in all, Hermes felt both happy and sad about this battle.

Fortunately, I have adapted well to the six styles, and I roughly know what level my strength is, and my combat experience has obviously improved a lot.

Sure enough, you need to fight more, and it's the kind of life-threatening battle, which can stimulate your potential even more.

The sad thing is that there is still a gap between him and Doflamingo. It seems that he doesn't have the look of a tyrant yet. Of course, it doesn't rule out that he hasn't been stimulated yet. Maybe he will awaken with more stimulation.

Finally, he was seriously injured again.

But Hermes was used to it.

After waiting for some time to recuperate, and then going to pick up Doflamingo, Hermes always felt that it was almost meaningless if he didn't get something from him, and it was considered a complete confrontation.

The next period of time.

Doflamingo officially ruled Dressrosa. As soon as he came to power, he made many measures to benefit the people and restored Dressrosa to peace in the shortest time.

As for some people who opposed it, they either disappeared or were turned into toys.

In addition, what happened in Dressrosa was also known to the Navy and the World Government, but they chose to stand by and watch. After all, this is the power of the King Shichibukai.

Coupled with Doflamingo's special status, they can't do anything...