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Damian stopped.

The splattered blood landed on him and bounced off. Although he wasn't a germaphobe, Damian didn't want to get any random stains on him.

Not only blood was deflected, but the yellow sand carried by the raging storm could only drift away helplessly the moment it touched him.

This raging, ferocious storm, powerful enough to blow a city away, was no different from a gentle breeze to Damian at this moment.

The range is indeed quite large, but its destructive power is still much weaker.

Damian landed lightly on the ground. "You seem incredulous?"

Crocodile lay at his feet, a huge gash cleaved in his chest, revealing his writhing internal organs beneath the wound.

"But this ocean is so cruel; when you stagnate, you have to be prepared to be defeated by those who come after you."

Damian said with pity, "How pathetic, Crocodile. Back then, you looked down upon the old era you had defeated in the same way, didn't you?"

"..."

Blood gushed from Crocodile's mouth, rendering him unable to speak; his lungs had suffered severe damage.

There was nothing I could do. Although that sword strike wasn't a critical hit, it still dealt a heavy blow with 1.5 times the damage of an Energized Attack.

Crocodile wasn't cut in two by Damian without using Armament Haki defense, and it could be said that he didn't even have time to react before taking that sword strike. It's only because he had a good physical foundation when he was young.

Damian looked up, somewhat troubled. "It seems that even if I knock you down, the storm won't stop."

Crocodile is the one who creates storms, but once a storm expands to this size, it becomes difficult to effectively restrain it.

Damian sighed.

Just as Kuina said, mere swordsmanship cannot cleave through a storm.

The puppet strings' range of just over two hundred meters meant they were destined to be unable to effectively contain the storm.

and so.

Damian pulled out a Den Den Mushi.

"Yes, it's me. Everything's taken care of. Nami, let it rain."

The storm almost blotted out the sky.

However, it was only almost there; the sandstorms were not yet able to truly occupy the entire sky.

Meanwhile, high in the sky, where even the storm could hardly reach, thick dark clouds suddenly spread out, filling the entire sky in just a few seconds.

"It's unbelievable!"

In the control room of the Sky Sword, Nami was somewhat clumsily operating the ship as Damian had instructed.

When Damian was on this ship, the control room was just for show; he could control it more precisely through the Puppet Fruit.

But he's not here now.

"I can't believe they can do that! Meteorology, is it really such an amazing field?"

Nami exclaimed repeatedly, "With this ship, what danger could there be on the Grand Line?"

While sighing, he kept working.

Soon, the wind picked up.

A fierce wind, distinct from the storm below, swept down, disrupting the storm and instantly reducing the momentum of the raging sandstorm.

Then came the downpour.

It was like a hole bursting in the Milky Way, unleashing a massive downpour.

The yellow sand flying in the air was instantly captured by the dense water droplets and suddenly began to fall.

The sandstorm subsided quickly.

"What a good rain."

Damian tilted his head back, water droplets splashing onto his body, then being unfurled once again by the puppet strings wrapped around his body.

"It's like the passing of a desolate winter and the arrival of a vibrant spring, isn't it?"

The people of the rainy place were almost driven mad by this rain.

"It's raining! It's raining in the desert outside the city!"

"Finally, it's raining! The drought is over! The disaster is over!"

People were overjoyed.

Damian's companions were equally delighted.

"Ugh... Is it finally... is it finally over?"

Zoro crawled out of the yellow sand, lay on the ground retching, his skin covered with countless wounds.

He was just swept into the sky by the storm, almost torn apart by the yellow sand, and the crazy spinning almost threw his brains out.

Sanji and a group of Baroque Works executives are in a similar situation, now scattered in various places.

Only Kuina, Barto, and Robin are in relatively good condition.

Kuina can use Haki and Iron Body, so the storm can't hurt her. Bartolomeo, on the other hand, decisively used his ability to create a barrier sphere that enveloped himself and Robin.

However, all three of them felt a little dizzy at this moment.

Damian's side.

Crocodile's pupils contracted as he lay on the ground.

It's raining?

Why is it raining?

He used dancing powder in the capital, Albania, and it's supposed to be rainless in the country for a long time to come!

If it rains, his utopia plan will be completely ruined.

His eyes froze for a moment.

Yes, at this point, what's the point of talking about plans?

"Kill...kill me..."

Crocodile managed to squeeze out a few words.

A complete and utter defeat.

Not only was he defeated, but his ambition, which he had held onto for so many years, also went bankrupt.

Just as this little devil said, he is like a decaying winter, which will eventually be replaced by the bright and warm spring sun.

"It looks awful."

Damian sighed, extending his right hand. Thin puppet threads spread out and covered Crocodile's body, "like a lame stray dog ​​hiding in a ditch waiting to die."

Crocodile's expression changed drastically, not because of Damian's condescending mockery.

How could verbal attacks possibly have any effect on someone like him?

It was simply because he noticed that the wound on his chest was closing up.

"What are you doing?"

Speaking became much easier.

"I know a little about medicine, but not much."

Damian said calmly, "All I can do is stitch up your wound and stop the bleeding."

Damian has invested a lot of his dreams in Rogge Town and received a considerable amount of medical-related rebates. In emergencies, he can even step in as a doctor.

"I'm asking you, what are you doing?"

Crocodile struggled to get up.

"Don't move."

Unfortunately, he is now connected by puppet strings.

Without Damian's permission, he couldn't even become an elementalist—in fact, he wouldn't be able to become an elementalist in such a downpour anyway.

Crocodile obediently lay back down.

This kid's abilities!

Crocodile's pupils contracted. Even he was easily controlled. Was this an upgrade of Doflamingo's power?

"Now, let's talk about cooperation, Crocodile."

Damian said leisurely, "Although your plan failed, I admire your dream."

"Let me introduce myself. I am Damian, Moretti Damian. I am not an agent of the World Government, but a dream investor. I want to invest in your dream."

"Let's stop with the pointless mockery."

Seeing that he had lost even the power to move, Crocodile simply stopped moving altogether and just sneered.

"Mockery? I never do anything meaningless."

Damian said, "They used dancing powder to plunge this country into drought, probably to instigate a civil war and then seize the country, right?"

Crocodile's face instantly froze.

How did this guy know?

"But is it really necessary to seize this impoverished country? Perhaps, but I think..."

Damian laughed. "Your real goal should be the whereabouts of the greatest secret hidden in this country, the legendary ancient weapon, Hades, right?"

"..."

Crocodile's facial muscles twitched. "Who exactly are you?"

His biggest secret has been exposed just like that?

"I've already told you, I'm an investor, and I want to invest in you."

Damian said, "In fact, it doesn't have to be that complicated to achieve this goal."

"You want to know where Hades is? I'll take you to get him, won't I?"

"..."

Crocodile was completely stunned.

Damian reached out his hand.

The yellow sand in the sky has completely dissipated, so the rainwater falling into my hands is now very clear.

"Our friendship will surely flourish after this spring rain."