One Piece: Blue Scale Admiral

If he pushes any further, he will explode and die.

The surging power within my body was like a tsunami!

"Pirates! I will not allow you to harm a single hair on the head of a great Celestial Dragon! If you want to harm Lord Roswald, you'll have to step over my dead body!"

The silver-haired naval boy spread his arms wide and roared.

Dafilons gave the boy in front of him a deep look, and a ferocious smile appeared on his bear face, which was also covered in blood.

"Then die! You lackey of the Celestial Dragons! You hypocritical Marine!"

The terrifying giant claw slammed down, carrying an unstoppable force.

"Pfft!"

In an instant, blood splattered.

The guards' pupils reflected the image of the young naval soldier whose chest had been torn open by a giant claw, whose body had been sent flying hundreds of meters before crashing into the earth like a meteorite.

This time, the tenacious and brave young naval officer did not stand up again.

"Aaaaah! You despicable pirate!"

The guards, their eyes bloodshot with rage and filled with grief and indignation, rushed forward.

But by this time, Dafirons had become so powerful that he was unstoppable.

At this moment, he was like a supercar that had reached speeds of four or five hundred miles per hour, its engine at the critical point, about to explode.

He will smash everything that stands in his way.

"Boom!"

The earth cracked open, and the giant bear smashed through the onrushing guards, leaving a long trail of air that chased after the CP leader who was frantically fleeing with the Roswald family in his arms.

At some point, the flashing lightning that had been hanging in the air within a radius of several kilometers disappeared.

A CP guard, who was running, showed a surprised expression on his face.

He held up the Den Den Mushi in his hand and shouted at the leader in front of him, "The Den Den Mushi is connected! The Den Den Mushi is connected!"

"Then quickly call for reinforcements from the Holy Land! Call for the Knights of God! As fast as possible!"

The CP leader turned around and roared.

At this moment, he could already sense the danger rapidly approaching from behind.

That valiant naval lieutenant commander, as expected, couldn't stop the ferocious Daffylons!

This supernova pirate is incredibly powerful!

Meanwhile, on Pangaea Avenue in Mary Geoise, a middle-aged man in a suit is connecting a Den Den Mushi (a type of electric scooter) in his arms.

"Moshi, Moshi, this is..."

"Commander Spandam! Something terrible has happened! The pirate Dafirons is hunting us down, hunting down the Roswald family! Help! The situation is urgent! Requesting backup!"

A piercing scream came from the Den Den Mushi, nearly deafening Spandam and leaving the CP agents standing around in shock.

"What did you say?" Spandam's eyes widened.

"Help! Help! No...no! Saint Charles! Beast! He killed Saint Charles!"

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The Den Den Mushi slipped from Spandam's hand and fell onto the white, jade-like streets of Pangaea with a crisp sound.

Spandam trembled all over, his lips quivered and twitched, and suddenly, a horrified scream escaped his throat.

"Top Alert! A Celestial Dragon has been attacked and killed!"

A few seconds later, the vast Holy Land of Mary Geoise instantly erupted in excitement.

A piercing alarm blared across the red earth, echoing from the pinnacle of the world's highest power!

Sabaody Archipelago, Mangrove Zone 67.

"Boom!"

Dafirons, now swollen to a whole size, descended from the sky and tore the three CP guards carrying Charlos, along with Charlos himself, into countless pieces of flesh and blood in mid-air with a single claw.

Charlos's bloated, ugly face, still unconscious, detached from his obese torso, spun around, and flew into the air, passing right in front of the CP leader.

"call!"

A fierce wind swept across his face as sharp, giant claws severed his entire left arm, along with the legs of Saint Roswald, whom he was holding in his arms, and the palace of Charlotte.

Four legs and one arm fell down at the same time.

Without the support of his left arm, the CP leader lost his balance and could no longer hold Roswald and Charlia. He leaned forward and fell from mid-air, crashing heavily to the ground.

"Ahhh!"

Stimulated by the excruciating pain of his broken leg, both Saint Roswald and the Palace of Charlotte were grimaced with agony as they awoke from their coma.

Their eyes were filled with extreme fear as they looked at their severed legs.

Large amounts of blood were gushing out from the severed wound.

The beautiful face of Charlotte Palace no longer held its former pride and holiness; now, only distorted and twitching features and a constant flow of tears and snot remained.

"You beast! Dafilons! You audacious beast! You will die! Not only you, but your family, your brothers, your village, your country, everyone will die for what you have done!"

The CP leader struggled to his feet, brandishing his one-armed weapon as he charged toward Dafirons.

Dafilons stood before the despairing and terrified Saint Roswald and the Palace of Charlottesville, raised his enormous foot, and stomped down hard.

"My family and brothers are long dead, hahaha! Hahahaha!"

He laughed loudly, large tears rolling down his cheeks.

"He's already...dead!"

"Oh!"

Saint Rozwald's head deformed, shattered, and turned into a pulp under that enormous foot!

"Six Styles of Secret Techniques! Finger Gun!"

The CP leader's veins burst one by one, and his only remaining arm, with its five fingers together, plunged straight into Dafilons's back, piercing through his heart and protruding from his chest.

Crimson fragments of the heart fell from in front of the giant bear.

"My family, my wife, my children, my...elder brother..."

Dafilons was plunged into darkness. He raised his right hand high and slapped it down toward the location of the Charlottenburg Palace.

"No! Stop!"

Despair filled the CP leader's eyes. He tried to pull the hand that was piercing Dafilons' heart out, but Dafilons' left hand held his wrist tightly.

Turbid blood gushed from Dafirons's heart, staining the earth beneath him red.

"Oh!"

With a loud bang, the entire upper half of Charlottenburg Palace was slammed into the ground by a giant black and white hand.

Feeling the mushy texture coming from his palm, Dafilons trembled and burst into wild laughter.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

"So this so-called god is so fragile and vulnerable!"

In the far distance, Rayleigh stared intently at what was happening, his eyes filled with shock.

"This is terrible! Three Celestial Dragons have died at once. This is absolutely the worst incident that has happened in 32 years!"

His gaze shifted from Dafirons to another object: the silver-haired boy being carried by the surviving guard.

I had a vague feeling that something was wrong, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

"The era of the Great Pirate Era is about to change!"

"Boom!"

Above the heavens, thunder roared and dark clouds gathered.

An unprecedented storm is coming!

Chapter 141 The Worst Event in History

Mangrove Zone No. 67.

The remaining guards gathered together and carefully lifted the silver-haired boy lying on the ground out of the deep pit and placed him on flat ground.

Someone gathered the inhuman corpses of Saint Charles, Saint Roswald, and the Palace of Charlemagne and piled them together in one place.

Looking at the pile of blood and mud mixed with soil and gravel, emitting a nauseating smell, the guards who had taken off their hoods all had numb expressions.

The Roswald family they protected, the supreme Celestial Dragons, gods high in the clouds, are dead.

Although they are still alive at this moment, it is not hard to guess what awaits them next.

Faced with this predetermined future, the surviving guards no longer felt the various worries, fears, and anxieties they once had.

Someone removed their heavy armor, found bandages and medicine kits, and began to silently bandage the unconscious naval boy and the CP leader who still had a breath left.

The CP leader's right hand was still stuck in Dafilons' heart, held tightly by Dafilons' left hand, unable to be pulled out.

He had already fallen into a coma due to excessive blood loss.

Dafirons, on the other hand, had been dead for some time due to a ruptured heart.

Having regained his human form, he gripped the CP leader's wrist—which had pierced his heart—with his left hand, supported himself on the ground with his right, and died with a radiant smile on his face.

Even in death, his eyes remained open, gazing towards the South China Sea.

"Get a knife! Cut off his wrists and body, and pull the captain's hand out!"

A guard shouted.

"What do we do here? Is there any chance that this naval lieutenant commander will survive?"

Several guards looked at the young navy man lying on the ground, his body covered with gashes and countless drops of blood.

They had never seen anyone injured to this extent.