One Piece: Blue Scale Admiral

"Tick."

Thick, sticky blood dripped from Aristotle's body onto the ground.

The blood-red liquid dripped faster and faster, and in greater and greater quantities.

The dripping sound quickly transformed into the gurgling of flowing water.

Then it turned into the gurgling sound of a stream or creek.

Finally, it turned into the roar of the waves.

"Splash!"

Aristotle, standing in the middle of the field, was covered in bloody holes, from which blood was gushing out.

The crimson blood, exuding an extremely pungent stench, surged like a tidal wave, instantly engulfing the hundreds of terrified naval soldiers in front of them.

"What is this? How can there be so much blood in this guy's body? What happened?"

The officers and soldiers, who used Moonwalk to dodge the oncoming crimson tsunami, showed expressions of astonishment and confusion.

"Whatever you do, don't get your hands on that blood! Anyone without a powerful aura, stay away immediately! That guy is a special Paramecia-type Devil Fruit user."

"Paramecia type, Blood-Blood Fruit, allows him to manipulate the blood within all living beings, and he can also become a source of blood himself! As long as the blood within him is not exhausted, he cannot be killed!"

Splash!

As if in response to Lawrence's explanation, the crimson tide surging within the base seemed to possess its own soul, instantly rising high into the sky and crashing towards the shocked and enraged naval officers.

Someone tried to dodge.

But at that moment, a tentacle formed from blood delivered the rapier into Aristotle's hands.

He drew his sword and slashed at the air.

"Shh!"

A crimson light ripped through the sky, slicing through the skin of five or six major generals and brigadier generals.

The moment their skin was slashed by the sword energy, the bodies of these several powerful brigadier generals and major generals began to bleed rapidly, like leaky water bags.

As they bled, their bodies visibly shrank and fell to the ground.

In the distance, Lawrence moved swiftly and leaped to the very top of the base.

He has already decided to leave this place.

Although Lawrence was confident in his abilities, there was no need to go head-to-head with that madman below.

He was holding a Den Den Mushi (snail phone) and contacting the World Government agency at Base 69.

Not the Navy Headquarters.

Marineford is quite far from here.

Although Sengoku said that he had sent a powerful force to capture the Aristotle brothers.

But unless it's a general, no one could possibly have the strength to instantly kill someone like Aristotle.

Lawrence wasn't foolish enough to stay here and wait for reinforcements to arrive.

Therefore, Lawrence's first instinct was naturally to contact the nearest helper.

As he ascended into the air using Moonwalk, he dialed a Den Den Mushi, trying to contact the World Government.

However, to Lawrence's dismay, the Den Den Mushi he was holding didn't respond no matter how many times he dialed it.

The Den Den Mushi stared with two bewildered eyes, seemingly indicating there was no signal.

"What's going on? Why is there no signal?"

Lawrence was furious and wanted nothing more than to crush the useless Den Den Mushi.

He turned and glanced at the base.

With just one glance, his scalp tingled. He turned around and, without thinking, sped off at top speed into the distance.

Inside the base, only Aristotle's tall figure remained, standing there alone.

A massive surge of blood was flowing back against the current, pouring into the holes in his body.

As the blood flowed back, the countless holes in his body healed rapidly, returning him to perfect condition.

Just like the response from a Logia-type Devil Fruit user.

On the ground in front of him lay hundreds of shriveled, mummy-like corpses.

This included more than a dozen officers from headquarters.

Aristotle's expression returned to its cold indifference, and he leaped up like a great bird, chasing after the fleeing Lieutenant General Lawrence.

Neither of them noticed that above, in the canopy of the Yargiman mangrove, a silver-haired boy was floating, watching the bloody scene unfolding below with the same indifferent expression.

Within a radius of several kilometers, tiny arcs of electricity flickered occasionally, emitting a soft buzzing sound.

Chapter 119 Luo and the Giants

Mangrove Zone No. 40, by the sea.

"Boom boom boom!"

The earth trembled and made a dull rumbling sound as a large group of thugs wielding various weapons chased and intercepted a giant.

"Hurry! Fire the harpoon guns! Where are the tranquilizer grenades? You bastards! What are you all doing? This mere underage giant has caused me to lose so many men, and we still haven't taken him down!"

"Cast the net! Use the chains! Give me all the equipment you can!"

A burly man with a fierce face stood not far from the crowd, closely following the large group of people who were about to capture them, while constantly cursing and giving orders.

On the coastal beach, a ten-meter-tall giant roared angrily from time to time, wielding what was supposed to be a weapon—actually a mast he had casually picked up from the shipyard—and waving it around haphazardly in front of him as if swatting flies.

Although his movements were completely devoid of skill.

But he couldn't withstand the brute strength that comes with being a giant.

With his swing, the ordinary log mast made a series of loud whooshing sounds as it flew through the air.

Occasionally, a few unlucky thugs, because they were too close, would be hit by the seven- or eight-meter-long log, like baseballs being swung away by a stick.

The sound of bones cracking and breaking could be heard from inside the body.

Just as it reached mid-air, it turned into a smashed tomato, splattering bright red juice.

"You beasts! How dare you destroy the ship I just paid for to order! It's unforgivable!"

Beneath Pamel's messy hair was a face with rugged features.

He looks a bit older than his age.

But Palmer is only 50 years old this year.

The average lifespan of giants is 300 years.

At 50 years old, Palmer is equivalent to only sixteen or seventeen years old in human years.

He was born in a small country on the Grand Line. He set sail because his parents hoped he could enter the New World and return to Elbaf, the village of the giants.

The reason Pamel chose to become a pirate was because he had heard many legendary stories about the Giant Warrior Pirates from his parents when he was a child.

The adventures of the two legendary giant captains thrilled Palmer, who hadn't traveled far from home.

He also looks forward to the day when he can gather a group of friends, go on an adventure at sea, and experience a series of thrilling journeys.

However, it wasn't until he used the savings his parents had accumulated over decades to buy a boat and set sail alone that he discovered the world at sea was far worse than he had imagined.

Storms, tempests, whirlpools, sea monsters, underwater reefs.

These natural disasters alone caused the ships that Palmer had purchased at great expense to become dilapidated after a period of sailing.

Not to mention those despicable human slave-hunting teams and pirates.

I have absolutely no grudge against those people.

But just because he was a giant, almost everyone's first reaction upon encountering him was to grab him and sell him for money.

After arriving in Chambord by chance, Palmer discovered that it was not paradise at all.

It's actually a much worse place.

As soon as he landed, he was targeted by more than a dozen slave-catching teams.

Although he repelled hundreds of people with his brute force.

But these slave traders seemed endless; as soon as one group was driven away, another would emerge.

The constant stream of problems is incredibly annoying.

Although the giants were incredibly strong, they could not withstand such prolonged and repeated attacks and harassment.

Moreover, these slave-catching teams were equipped with advanced and sturdy equipment.

The thugs who led the charge were also very strong.

Actually, Palmer didn't have to be in such a passive position.

Because there were already dozens of human pirates following him on his ship.

But this is what angered Palmer the most.

Under the financial onslaught of the slave-hunting team, the human pirates who had joined him because of their admiration for his power turned against him without any regard for the past.

They even tried to poison their own food.

If it weren't for the fact that Pamel was taught by his parents from a young age that the people on the high seas are complex and that one must be cautious, he wouldn't have been able to navigate this dangerous place.

Even the closest people may betray you for personal gain.

Today he will become a giant slave newly listed at Auction House No. 1.

"Hoo! Hoo!"

Heavy breathing came from Palmer's mouth and nose, and he felt his steps becoming somewhat heavy.

I'm a little hungry.

Looking at the slave-catching team still relentlessly pursuing him, and then at the dark sea ahead, Palmer gritted his teeth, abruptly stopped his running pace, and suddenly charged in the opposite direction, swinging the large log in his hand in a wide arc, forming a fan-shaped semicircle with a radius of almost fifteen meters under the swing of his thick arms.