Simultaneous Transmigration: Why is it all One Piece world?

Chapter 94 So-called justice, so-called navy, are nothing but stepping stones.

Antoine, the Celestial Dragon, finally reached the entrance of the auction house after kneeling and praying all the way.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

As if struck on the knees by an invisible giant hammer, the naval soldiers, led by Cohen and Hayley, turned pale. Although they felt humiliated, they ultimately chose to kneel down.

For a moment, in front of the auction house, apart from the Celestial Dragons, their guards, and the slaves carrying the palanquin, only Knox and Crocodile beside him, whose face was ashen and whose forehead was covered in cold sweat, and Crocodile's several equally terrified subordinates, who were neither kneeling nor standing, were still standing there!

Like a crane standing among chickens, so dazzling!

"Um?!"

On the palanquin, Antoine, through the bubble head covering, instantly caught sight of this "disrespectful" scene through his eyes, which were squeezed into slits by his fat!

"How dare you!!" Antoine shrieked, "You filthy vermin! How dare you not kneel?! Who gave you the audacity?! I'll twist your heads off and use them as footballs!!"

Antoine Saint grabbed the pistol, a cruel excitement in his eyes, and pointed the muzzle haphazardly at the standing crowd.

boom! boom! boom!

The piercing sound of gunfire rang out one after another! Hot lead bullets were fired erratically.

Nock stood there, even watching with interest the bullet that flew crookedly toward him, a good two meters away, which almost hit one of his naval subordinates.

Crocodile, on the other hand, took action to block it.

"Useless! You missed!" Antoine Van Sheng was even more enraged when he saw that his random shooting had failed to kill the main target. He waved his pistol wildly, yelling, "CP! Get them! I want to see them dead right now!!"

call out!call out!

Two pure white figures flashed out like ghosts, one rushing straight for Nocturne, and the other locking onto Crocodile, who was in poor condition.

The CP0 finger gun hurtled towards Nok's throat, but Nok barely dodged it by sidestepping.

Meanwhile, Crocodile, having lost his Sand-Sand Fruit powers, was utterly overwhelmed by the relentless onslaught of CP0 elites.

This made him extremely frustrated.

This is the consequence of relying solely on Devil Fruit abilities without cultivating physical skills.

"Tsk tsk, how ugly. Sand Crocodile, without sand, you can't even beat a guard dog?"

These words were like hot oil poured on Crocodile's burning anger. He roared and tried his best to force his opponent back, but he staggered backward, his breath ragged.

"Too slow." Nock seemed to have grown tired of it, and he didn't even bother to lift his hand when faced with another attack from CP0.

The CP0 officer's vision blurred, and he felt enveloped by a chilling, deadly fog, with a cool sensation brushing against his neck.

Pfft!

The headless corpse collapsed, gushing blood!

The deadly fog drifted toward another CPO who was locked in combat with Crocodile.

The same slightly cool touch.

laugh-!

The head flew off, horror froze, and the body fell to the ground.

fast!

Like a phantom!

The two CP0s were instantly decapitated.

Crocodile stared at the head that had rolled to his feet, a chill running down his spine. His opponent, whom he had just been fighting so hard, was... gone?!

His eyes were filled with fear as he looked at Nok.

This guy is indeed terrifyingly strong.

boom!

But before he could catch his breath, an irresistible force slammed him into the ground, face down, his mouth full of mud!

In an instant, an unprecedented sense of humiliation enveloped him.

Nock's feet were rooted to Crocodile's back, his voice like the whisper of death, clearly echoing across the deathly, blood-soaked square: "Hey, Crocodile, I ask you, do you dare kill a Celestial Dragon?"

These words, though not spoken loudly, struck Crocodile's heart like a thunderbolt and reverberated in the ears of all those kneeling before him.

"6

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Crocodile was trampled in the mud, struggling against all odds but unable to resist. Nocturne didn't shut him up, and his response was... silence.

"Heh." Nock chuckled, loosening his grip slightly to allow Crocodile to catch his breath, but the immense pressure remained.

He stopped looking at the sand crocodile at his feet and slowly raised his head to scan his surroundings.

As far as the eye could see, there were only figures crawling on the ground.

The naval soldiers hung their heads, their fists clenched, trembling with shame, yet none dared to stand up.

The onlookers were like frightened quails, wishing they could bury their heads in the ground. The slaves' eyes were empty and numb, and their bodies, carrying the palanquin, were stiff with fear.

Nock sighed silently in his heart.

In his mind, the memories of the slave Nok and the fishman Nok surged, highlighting the evil of the Celestial Dragons.

Well, if I hadn't run into them, I wouldn't have bothered. But since I have, I might as well just crush them.

What's there to hesitate about?

Anyway, on the high seas now, as long as he doesn't do anything reckless, basically no one can kill him.

It's a bit of a shame, though. If someone were to actually kill a Celestial Dragon in public, they would definitely be unable to stay in the Navy for the time being.

But it doesn't matter. A naval identity? It's just a stepping stone to becoming stronger.

What kind of justice is this?

How many people in the navy today deserve those two words?

So, a thought came to Nock's mind: perhaps he could build a new navy?

Nock nodded, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings, feeling this was a good IDA.

However, we still need to resolve the current situation.

Killing a Celestial Dragon in public was something Nock and his crew had never done before, and the thought of it actually excited them.

Nock turned around and looked at the stupid, pig-like guy. The next moment, a terrifying aura as vast as an abyss and as fierce as a prison erupted.

The sky seemed to darken, and the air became thick and heavy.

Antoine, who was the first to be hit, suddenly stiffened. For the first time, his small eyes, squeezed into slits by his fat, saw Nok's cold, cruel gaze, as if he were looking at an ant.

That was a gaze he had never felt before!

In his life, everyone's eyes were either filled with humble fear or fawning flattery; he had never seen... such naked murderous intent that seemed capable of completely crushing him.

They really dare to kill him!?

He was terrified.

He wanted to scream and curse, but found that his throat was being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, and he could only let out a series of "hoarse" sounds.

Nock took his first steps, walking slowly towards the shore.

Her steps, though light, felt as heavy as if they were pounding on the hearts of the guards.

Despite their fear, protecting the Celestial Dragons was the highest order etched into their bones, and they had to act no matter what!

However, Knok didn't even glance at them before they silently collapsed to the ground, their fates unknown.

The "god" was currently enveloped by Nok's palpable killing intent and Conqueror's Haki. His obese body trembled like a leaf, and foul-smelling liquid seeped uncontrollably from under his luxurious robes, dripping down the bodies of the slaves beneath him and onto the ground.

Nok approached Antoine Saint. Standing over three meters tall, even with Antoine Saint perched high on the slave's back, he was barely level with Nok.

However, in terms of sheer presence, they are worlds apart!

"You...you lowly...naval officer!!"