The bloody hand Mary of the pirate

"Attila and Im... speaking of it, it seems that the two of them are not affiliated in the first place."

"These two people have a cooperative relationship. How could they forget this matter?"

Vegapunk shook his head. The long hours of work recently made him a little confused.

The key is to deal with Venus's matter. Venus's physical parameters went abnormal several times during her coma, and he had to find a way to suppress it.

The abnormalities that appeared on her were the kind of weird abnormalities that could be named after her, which made Vegapunk exhausted both physically and mentally.

The robotic arm held the metal and took out the parameter report of the piece of metal from the drawer on the side. Vegapunk began to think deeply.

"The transmission ability of domineering... Although it has still reached its extreme, can it be enhanced by cultivating other people's domineering... If so, can other methods be used to achieve similar effects..."

"Integrated into metal that represents vitality, pure gold? But will that guy Im give it..."

"Furthermore, it is difficult to guarantee the strength if pure gold is added, and the extraction process can easily reduce the toughness. If you want to make full-body armor..."

"Added alloy? Which alloys in the world now have this level?"

(Wabo alloy has not yet been developed at this time)

It was really a bit confusing and it was difficult to organize my thoughts. Vegapunk sighed and simply put down everything in his hands.

The robotic arm stretched out, twisted his back, and snapped his fingers.

"call!"

A tall and thin man in rubber coat appeared next to him, with the words punk12 written on it.

Then, he strode outside.

Now he needs to relax and organize his thoughts, but the underwater base itself has little entertainment, and he is not the kind of person who takes time off.

Since you want to change your thinking, let's just go and see what Venus is doing now.

…

In a corner of an island in the East China Sea, a man with a broken arm, which had rotted and suppurated, was sitting in a dark sewer, his body trembling constantly and his mouth breathing heavily.

His eyes could not be seen under the messy hair, which was so messy that there were even insects hopping around in it. His clothes were in tatters and could hardly cover his body.

Suddenly, he gritted his teeth, took out the dagger with his only remaining arm, and stretched it towards the broken part of his broken arm.

"Stab it..."

"Uh uh uh..."

He pressed his body tightly against the wall and used his only hand to chip away the rotten flesh on the broken arm, revealing fresh flesh and blood.

He took out the few matches left in his pocket, lit his clothes on fire, and burned the wound.

...Maybe it's just half-cooked, after all, there's nothing left to burn.

After doing all this, he was sweating profusely and his face turned pale. He slowly slipped to the ground and sat in the sewage on the ground.

Not far away, in the sewer ditch, domestic sewage roared past, and the stench hit your nostrils.

"..."

He gritted his teeth and tensed his body.

"Hoo, ho, ho..."

The sound of heavy breathing echoed in the sewer, and the man pulled out a small wooden box from his arms. There was a small knife hidden in the wooden box.

He took out the knife and looked at the simple edge on the blade, concentrating for a long time.

"Did you expect this moment..."

He murmured like this, and then, almost subconsciously, he stretched the blade towards his neck.

However, the moment the cold blade touched the warm skin, he suddenly trembled like an electric shock, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground and fell into the sewage.

He immediately picked up the knife with trembling hands, wiped it carefully, and then carefully put it back into the wooden box.

He felt the boundless cold, which was a bit of cold that penetrated hard, as if it was cold to the very bones. Every bone seemed to be brittle from the cold. It was so cold that his whole body could not stop shivering, even his lips.

Shiver.

The feeling of blood flow slowly stopped, and the end of his body became cold.

He felt like he was going to die.

Crick, Crick, Crick...

He slowly raised his head, and even though he was separated by a layer of ground, he seemed to see the boundless sky.

The empty eyes were filled with a kind of obsession full of death.

He can't die anymore. If he dies again, the darkness will really disappear.

He promised that inconspicuous guy that he would take Dark well and hold on to it forever. Before that, he had to stay alive.

Without medical treatment, fire and salt are the best medicines; without food, rats and swill can satisfy their hunger; without partners, Stuart and Mary are still somewhere in the world.

He is not dead yet, dark is still there, at least...

He reached into his arms and grasped a white wax cross.

On the cross, the warmth of his heart could be heard.

"I'm still here, you're still here, Stuart is still here..."

He straightened his fingers slightly and rubbed two pieces of paper on his fingertips.

"The sea is very big... very big..."

"...As long as I am alive, we will meet again one day..."

"I will definitely look for opportunities... to find you..."

…

"boom!!!"

The majestic sea of ​​​​blood spread. It may be slightly inferior to the sea of ​​​​blood that spreads in the inherent barrier, but if you only look at it from the perspective of Saint Edved, there is almost no difference between the two.

Such a posture is aimed at this person. After reaching a certain size, any subsequent increases will be meaningless.

The vast sea of ​​​​blood rushed towards Saint Edved from all directions, without any blind spots. The blood covered the sky, making Saint Edved's vision turn bright red.

Carrying the will of its master, the blood moved toward the blond man with fangs and claws.

However……

"——"

"——"

Can't get close.

Feeling the feedback from the blood returning to her mind, Mary opened her eyes slightly.

In the place where her eyes could not see, in the red overlord color wrapped in the sea of ​​blood, her blood could not move.

An invisible force blocked the blood's attack. In this red field, she couldn't even make the blood burn.

"Such power..."

No matter how crazy the blood gesture was, Saint Edved just stood on the ground with a long sword in his hand and an expressionless face.

Within the range covered by the overlord color, all the blood can only bow to it.

"You want to get close to me with only blood. You look down on your brother too much, Vinicius."

"Now that you have recovered your memory, you should understand how powerful my overlord color is."

After saying this, Saint Edved's expression suddenly changed, and he waved the long sword in his hand boldly.

The next moment, the roaring sea of ​​blood was neatly separated.

The two people inside and outside the blood sea looked at each other again.

"Within my overlord color, everything will be respected by me."

"Vinicius, you have very good qualifications, and you also have the courage to be the enemy of the world."

"However, having courage is not enough. You need to learn and learn how to control your courage!"

The red overlord color boiled up and saturated the earth, and Saint Edwyd used that land as his weapon.

"What is the ultimate use of Overlord's domineering energy? Let me show you today."

"Although when it comes to overlord's appearance, I am not that overlord's opponent. But as far as application is concerned, I can compete with him."

Circle after circle of crimson ripples spread out, and the sea of ​​blood began to recede.

Mary watched all this in silence and made no other movements.

"Retreat..."

"My enemies, your blood."

"Buzz——"

As a buzzer sounded, Mary felt that the connection between the sea of ​​blood and herself was cut off.

The huge sea of ​​blood rolled back instantly and collapsed under the impact of Mary's vigorous ghost energy.

The ground between the two people became empty, and blood surged into the sky.

Soon after, a drizzle of blood slowly fell.

"Zheng..."

Saint Edwide stroked Grammer and was bathed in blood. He did not react to the blood soaking his clothes.

He looked at Mary with a faint smile.

"It seems that you don't quite understand the nature of Overlord Color. Otherwise, with the quality of your Overlord Color, I shouldn't have defeated the entire sea of ​​​​blood in one fell swoop."

"Want to hear the details."

Mary was not shy and asked carelessly.

In an instant, the entire sea of ​​​​blood lost contact with herself, and she was unable to control it even now. This situation has never been seen before, and according to Saint Edwin, such power is not difficult for Mary to master

of,

Therefore, Mary asked directly.

"Aren't you venting your anger?...Don't fight?"

"You still have to fight, and it doesn't conflict with learning your skills."

"Then since everything is like this...do you still expect me to teach you?"

"Of course, aren't you my brother?"

"laugh……"

Hearing this, Saint Edwin was stunned for a moment, and then laughed out loud.

"Hahaha...haha..."

After laughing for a moment, he looked at Mary: "I didn't expect that you would become so humorous after ten years."

"She doesn't have the personality of the sister I used to have."

"Indeed, everyone's character will change if they live outside for ten years..."

After shaking his head, Saint Edved stopped his smile, straightened his expression and said:

"Okay, then I will explain it to you briefly. However: in the end, you have to practice this thing by yourself. You can't learn it just because I teach you."

"I would like to hear the details." Mary lowered her eyebrows and nodded.

"Well...you should know where the power of Overlord Color comes from, right?"

"Same as seeing and hearing color, overlord color comes from the power of the heart, that is, the power of the soul."

"Yes, Overlord color can simply be regarded as the external radiation of human will."

Saint Edwin nodded:

"Before I tell you the techniques, let me first explain to you what the intensity and range of the overlord color are related to."

"Although your overlord color is very powerful and has a large range, your use of overlord color is still at the most basic stage of overlord color entanglement... It would be better to say that you are not very skilled in overlord color."

"The so-called overlord color is the true appearance of the soul. The range that the overlord color can cover depends on the range covered by your will."

"In other words, why did you awaken your overlord color - why did you want to become the king?"

Having said this, Saint Edwide raised his sword and explained to Mary:

"And the determination you are willing to make to become king determines the intensity of your overlord lust."

"Just like me, you, red hair, Kaido, Qingjiao..."

"Our overlord colors are different, simply because we are willing to pay different prices."

"Qingjiao is like that. He is unwilling to face the truly top experts, and cannot even face his own failure. His overlord appearance is naturally the worst, and he can almost collapse at the first touch."

"Kaido dares to be the enemy of the world government and all the strong men in the world in order to become king. He dares to fight against fate. Therefore, his overlord color is at the top level, second only to the ceiling."

"Do you know who has the overbearing-colored ceiling?"

Saint Edved suddenly asked.

Mary thought for a moment, frowned and tentatively replied:

"Me, you, red hair?"

"Yes, but not completely."

Saint Edved nodded and said:

"I don't know if it's too long ago. But within fifty years, as far as I know, there are six people with such domineering looks."

"——Red-haired, Im, Locks, Dragon, me, you."

Are Dragon and Rocks actually the same...

It is expected that Im has this level of overlord color. After all, he is a king who has ruled the world for 800 years. It is unreasonable not to have this level.

"These people have one thing in common, do you know what it is?"

"Destiny, strength, or bloodline?"

"A little bit of both, but most importantly..."

The majestic spirit of Saint Edved spreads out, not your overbearing look, but simply his temperament.

"If you want to have the best overlord color, you must be prepared to fight against the planet, conquer or even change the world."

"Only in this way can the quality of the overlord color reach its highest level."

"...I'm very pleased, Mary, that you have such courage."

"You are even better than me. Your overlord color is not inferior to mine in terms of intensity and exceeds mine in scope. This shows that your ambition is higher than mine."

Looking at Mary, Saint Edwin smiled happily.

"I see, are you enlightened..."

Thinking back to when I awakened my overlord color more than half a year ago, it seemed that I had to forcefully stimulate myself to awaken.

At that time, what I wanted to do was...conquer nature.

It sounds like it really matches.

However, at that time, it was just a level of forceful stimulation, but now I am indeed worthy of it. I am an enemy of the world and the planet for my own goals.

"As for the range of overlord color, as I just said, it depends on the reason why you are king."

Saint Edwin's voice came next.

"Why do you call yourself king? Why do you have this kind of consciousness? The bigger the reason is, the wider the coverage of the overlord color will be."

"For example, Dragon is for liberating people all over the world, Rocks is for conquering people all over the world, and Im is for people who rule the world."

"After all, if you have such an awareness, you should also have a corresponding pattern. Therefore, the range of such overlord colors is generally very large..."

"What about you?"

Before Edweed finished speaking, Mary asked.

"Your coverage area is so small, is your pattern also so small?"

"Yes, it is indeed small."

Saint Edwin nodded and admitted.

"...What is your reason for becoming king?"

"I don't know, but..."

"I'm not interested in influencing the world."