The most courageous pirate hunter

"Giant white wave".

An unparalleled force poured forth.

Hermes immediately shrunk to five millimeters to minimize the wide-range attack, using Observation Haki or Paper Drawing to jump back and forth.

Doflamingo, who had been confident of victory, froze, then frowned deeply.

He could sense his opponent through his Observation Haki, but the object was so small that it was difficult for his attacks to hit, as the opponent could pass through even the smallest gap.

It's important to know that even when shrunk, Hermes can still use the Six Powers and Haki, and his attack, speed, and defense remain the same as when he is in his normal size.

That's a bug.

Seeing that Doflamingo was serious, Hermes dared not hold back any longer and used all the abilities he could, otherwise he might really be in trouble.

Most importantly, he was also nearing his limit.

The Conqueror's Haki was constantly affecting him, and his stamina was also greatly depleted, making it no longer suitable for him to continue fighting.

five minutes later.

Hermes was pale and panting, while Doflamingo continued his high-intensity attacks and seemed capable of fighting on.

Suddenly.

Several powerful auras rushed in from all directions, causing Hermes' expression to change once again.

As expected, it should be other members of the Don Quixote family.

Chapter 53 [Taking Advantage of Doflamingo]

Don't stay here for long.

Now it's Hermes' turn, no kidding. If he wants to leave, no one can stop him, at least not Doflamingo. Imagine a five-millimeter flea with Observation Haki and Shave abilities; it can just slip into any crack and be gone.

Even with extremely strong Observation Haki, it's not always possible to track someone down completely.

Doflamingo chased for a distance, so it was all in vain.

"Dover."

"Little Lord."

"what happened?"

On the chaotic battlefield, Doflamingo, his face grim, gazed silently at the distant flames.

Faint screams could still be heard from all around.

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

Torrepol and the others arrived one after another, looking around at the ruins and pits, puzzled.

"It is Hermes Jormungandr, the King of the Hunt."

Doflamingo turned to look at Trebol and the others.

The opponent is quite formidable, especially when it comes to escaping.

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

Jorah, who had already recovered, and Rao G, whose body was wrapped in bandages, looked around with murderous intent, trying to find Hermes's body.

In their view, the other party would only face death if they encountered the young master.

"Fufufu".

"The other party is very good at escaping; we'll meet again in the future."

"Have you completed your mission?"

Doflamingo didn't waste time on this matter, but instead inquired about the plan, as capturing Dressrosa was currently the main objective.

"Some of the rebels were killed, and the rest were either turned into toys or locked in the dungeon!"

"Young Master, I have gathered a large number of people, and they are all heading towards Central Park."

"Hehehe, Dover, our plan has succeeded."

"go!"

Doflamingo grinned maliciously, leaped quickly towards a house, and soon disappeared into the flames.

Torrepol and others followed closely behind.

At this moment in Central Park, King Riku knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face, his body covered in blood, looking around in terror. His blood-stained greatsword was sucked onto the ground by the sticky blood, and there were many corpses around him.

The bodies included people of all ages, and most importantly, there were many terrified civilians on the outermost perimeter.

"I didn't do it, I didn't do it."

"You must believe me."

King Riku's voice was hoarse as he tried to defend himself, but his blood-soaked appearance made him look like a sinister demon to the crowd.

Everyone's eyes were filled with fear and hatred.

this moment.

The benevolent King Riku is dead. He lives on in the hearts of the people as a vicious, cruel, and incompetent ruler who slaughters his own people in broad daylight, sparing not even children.

"kill him."

"My child, why did you kill my child?"

"King Riku, you demon!"

"Father."

Countless cries rose and fell, filled with their boundless hatred and despair.

But this was not the end of the matter. A thread entered Riku's body again, and the next moment Riku grabbed the blood-stained greatsword and charged into the crowd like a madman, beginning a killing spree.

"Help!"

"He's gone mad, King Riku has gone mad."

"You demon, no, no!"

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

King Riku cried out as he chased after ordinary people.

No one could stop King Riku, because those who could have stopped him were already dead.

"Someone, please save us, save Dressrosa."

"Who can stop this demon?"

"God!"

Some people were shouting, while others were kneeling on the ground praying.

Flames filled the surroundings, and the air was thick with the smell of blood.

This is the worst hell on earth.

Just as the situation reached its climax, a tall figure descended from the sky, standing in mid-air and looking down at the entire venue. A gust of wind swept by, lifting the pink goose-feather coat.

"Fufufu!"

"I am Donquixote Doflamingo, the true royal family of Dressrosa 800 years ago. The Riku family was merely a vassal of the Donquixote royal family."

I never expected that handing Dressrosa over to the Riku clan would result in this outcome.

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

From this moment forward, I, as a descendant of the Donquixote family, declare the stripping of King Riku's throne, and Dressrosa will once again be ruled by the Donquixote family.

"Torrebol, seize this criminal who indiscriminately murders innocent people!"

Doflamingo's booming voice echoed throughout the entire arena, like a savior becoming a lifeline for all the desperate people.

Regardless of Dressrosa's history, whoever can defeat King Riku will be everyone's hero.

"Hehehehe!"

Upon hearing Doflamingo's order, Trebol jumped down from a house, activated the Sticky Sticky Fruit's power, and quickly bound and captured King Riku.

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

Stuck firmly to the ground by the slime, King Riku stared at Doflamingo with bloodshot eyes.

Even if he were stupid, he would know that this was all a conspiracy, aimed at ruining his reputation and then taking over Dressrosa.

"This is a conspiracy, please believe me."

“I was controlled by him.”

King Riku's eyes held a glimmer of hope as he shouted to the surrounding crowd, but all he received in return were pairs of resentful and hateful eyes.

No one will believe him anymore.

Even if the truth comes out in the future, King Riku will still have committed an indelible crime, because the blood on his hands is real.