One Piece: Blue Scale Admiral

"Shh! Are you looking for death? Lieutenant General Lawrence spends twelve hours a day in his hot spring resort. His abilities are definitely up to par. Don't forget, he's a Zoan-type Devil Fruit user."

The two naval soldiers chatted so much that they couldn't wait to go to the island's entertainment district after get off work and have some fun.

Just in time, Lieutenant General Lawrence generously distributed money to the brothers again today.

I heard the total amount is 100 million Berries.

Lieutenant General Lawrence was truly the most generous and magnanimous superior they had ever encountered.

As long as you are obedient, even the lowest-ranking privates can earn as much as officers at headquarters each year.

As for the major generals, I heard that their annual bonuses exceed several hundred million peggs.

Lawrence's generous and forthright style made all the naval soldiers at Base 66 completely devoted to him.

Therefore, on Sabaody Archipelago, even the words of the Fleet Admiral of the Marine Headquarters are not as effective as Lawrence's.

Suddenly, the two naval soldiers who were chatting saw a tall figure appear on the road in the distance, walking towards them step by step.

"Hey, look, someone's bringing money again. Being a soldier here is such a treat, like paradise, getting paid every day. It's so wonderful."

The soldier on the left wore a mocking smile.

But the soldier on the right has sharp eyes.

He noticed that the man approaching did not seem to be carrying any gifts.

This is a rare occurrence.

Unless it's a big shot like the president of the Berkeley auction house, who has a particularly close relationship with Lieutenant General Lawrence.

That way, there's no need to bring gifts every time you visit.

When other people come, they almost always bring gifts.

Otherwise, they wouldn't even be able to get through the base's gates.

Moreover, the soldiers noticed that the newcomer looked somewhat familiar.

"Hey, don't you think he looks familiar? I feel like I've seen him somewhere before."

The soldier looked at his comrade, only to find that the comrade on his left was trembling violently, his face filled with fear and unease.

"It's...it's Aristo! It's Aristo!"

The soldier on the left stammered and then suddenly screamed, so frightened that he fell to the ground and crawled backward.

"Aristo? Who's that?"

The soldier on the right hadn't reacted yet.

"Idiot! It's that bloodthirsty avenger, Aristotle, who hunts down Marines for pleasure and has brutally murdered thousands of Marine soldiers!"

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The soldiers on the ground screamed, their voices echoing across the base.

"What did you say? It's actually..."

Before the soldiers who were still standing could finish being shocked, the burly figure in the distance suddenly vanished like mist.

Then, the soldier saw a towering, demonic figure standing behind the headless corpse of a naval soldier, its mouth agape, ravenously sucking up the fountain of blood gushing from the severed neck.

"That's...my body? What's going on?"

The world before the soldiers gradually descended into endless darkness.

"Delicious, delicious, the blood of the navy is as intoxicating as ever."

Aristoto tossed aside the headless corpse that had turned into a shriveled mummy and looked with his scarlet eyes at the marine who had fallen to the ground and was so frightened that he was soiling himself.

"How awful! It's disgusting."

Aristo frowned, reached into his waist with his right hand, and slowly drew out a blood-red rapier, casually swinging it in front of him.

"laugh!"

A streak of crimson light flashed, and the soldier sitting on the ground instantly sprawled out, like a spilled paint bucket, completely unrecognizable as a human being.

A crescent-shaped beam of blood-red light cleaved through the ground, severed the golden gate, and sliced ​​open the plaza within the base, leaving a gaping hole in the base building directly in front of it.

The entire building was divided in two.

Wherever the sword's edge swept, whether it was a person or a wall, everything was pulverized.

The loud noise woke up all the personnel remaining at Naval Base 66!

The next moment, naval soldiers and officers rushed over from all parts of the base.

Some of the soldiers were disheveled, some were sleepy-eyed, and their faces showed confusion and doubt.

The generals all looked displeased and annoyed.

Next to the base office.

The sudden, loud noise startled him so much that he slipped and landed hard on the edge of the pool with a thud.

The tearing pain made Lawrence's eyes almost pop out of their sockets.

Under the terrified gazes of the slave girls, he looked tremblingly at his own body.

"I……"

"Aaaaaah! Damn it! Who is it? I'll kill his whole family!"

Overwhelmed by anger and humiliation, Lawrence kicked open the door to the hot spring room without even putting on his clothes, sending the entire door panel flying.

But the next moment, when he saw what was happening in the base square, he instantly snapped out of his pain and anger.

Lawrence shuddered as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head.

"It's Avenger Aristotle! How did that devil get here? Didn't I have people watching him? What were those idiots doing?"

On the plaza below, the tall Aristotle, holding a rapier less than a meter long that looked like a toy in his hand, indifferently looked down at the hundreds of naval soldiers who had gathered there.

"Fire! Shoot!"

The alarmed brigadier general and his officers didn't want to give Aristotle a chance to react. As soon as the soldiers were almost assembled, they immediately issued the order to attack.

Bang bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

Hundreds of naval soldiers opened fire with long-barreled flintlock muskets, and the base was soon filled with gunpowder smoke.

The loud noise echoed in all directions, drawing astonished looks from many people around the base, who were puzzled as to what had happened at the naval base.

No one could have imagined that someone would dare to directly challenge the entire Naval Base 66.

Still all alone.

Facing a barrage of bullets, Aristotle stood there indifferently, neither dodging nor avoiding them, letting the torrential rain of bullets pelt his massive body.

"Puff puff!"

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere.

Chapter 118 Special Paramecia Type - Blood-Blood Fruit

Bullets with immense kinetic energy riddled Aristotle's tall body with holes, leaving it battered and mangled.

His eye was pierced by a bullet, and the flesh of his neck was torn apart.

His clothes were riddled with holes, and there were large rips in his chest and abdomen.

"He got hit! What happened? Isn't he a supernova pirate with a bounty of 360 million Berries? How could he be hit so easily!"

The soldiers who fired the shots stared wide-eyed, stunned.

Living in a place like the Sabaody Archipelago, they had dealt with many pirates with high bounties.

Generally speaking, a bounty exceeding 50 million Berries makes a person very difficult to deal with.

Those with over 100 million Berries are mostly strange and unusual ability users or swordsmen.

As for Aristotle the Avenger, a pirate with a bounty exceeding 300 million Berries, he shouldn't have been shot so easily as he is now.

"Hmph! This is what happens when you're arrogant and conceited! Aristotle the Avenger!"

A rear admiral lit a cigar and gave a disdainful sneer.

"Idiots! You all better watch out! He's a superhuman!"

Suddenly, Lieutenant General Lawrence's loud shout came from the base balcony behind them.

"An ability user?" The officers on the ground were startled, but then they were puzzled.

"Even a superhuman would surely die after being hit by so many bullets and injured like this, right?"

"Unless, he's a Logia-type Devil Fruit user! But that's impossible, right? Logia-type abilities are so precious."

Reminded by Lawrence, the previously somewhat lax navy reloaded its ammunition, preparing for the next round of firing.

"It hurts, it hurts so much."

In Aristotle's single remaining eye, a group of naval soldiers in blue and white uniforms were reflected in front of him.

A twisted expression of pain gradually appeared on his battered face.

"It hurts!"

He dropped the rapier he was holding, raised his equally battered hands, covered his head, and let out a heart-wrenching roar.

"It hurts so much! It hurts so much!"

As it roared, tears streamed from its single remaining eye.

"Quick! Reload! Fire again! That guy's not right! Officers, follow me, close combat!"

A major general from headquarters shouted, then charged ahead, wielding a broadsword, toward Aristotle, who was clutching his head and screaming in pain.

Aristo slowly raised his head, his gaze passing through pale red tears, and saw the dozen or so naval officers rushing towards him, and the cloaks of justice fluttering behind them.

“Whenever I see your clothes, my heart and soul, like my body now, are riddled with holes and tattered.”

"Tick."