I am the Bandit King of the East Sea.

It was still that blood-stained, sharp corner, and still that tender part.

This time, however, it produced a crisp sound like metal clashing.

Doberman, who was prepared, had already covered his anus with Armament Haki, but he still showed a pained expression.

Armament Haki is an invisible armor that can withstand enemy attacks, but it is by no means omnipotent; otherwise, what would be the point of swords?

Moreover, Doberman had already suffered a severe injury. Although he seemed to have blocked it, his wounds were torn open further, and his body twitched involuntarily.

Sig's attack just now was no joke.

In fact, the anus is indeed one of the vital organs of the human body.

The massive tear caused by such a large coffin lid piercing the body is something that ordinary people simply cannot endure.

It was only because Lieutenant General Doberman had a strong will and was also a master of hand-to-hand combat that he was able to endure the pain and continue fighting, but his movements were still significantly affected.

"Flying Thunder God Slash!"

"Flying Thunder God Slash!"

With Hancock secretly keeping him in check, Sieg's figure flashed repeatedly, like a flash of light darting across the hilltop, each attack bringing another burst of blood.

This caused the sailors in the distance to instinctively tighten their anuses and clench their buttocks.

Vice Admiral Momonga, who had just been wounded by Hawkeye's sword, was preparing to suppress his injuries and join forces with Doberman to fight against Sieg. But when he saw this scene, his face turned a little green, and he suddenly felt pain in his wounds.

"My injuries are a bit serious; I need to be bandaged for a while..."

The elite officers who were following closely behind Lieutenant General Momonga and were planning to provide support were also in a dilemma, and their pace slowed down considerably.

Higuma's Flying Thunder God Slash had an unexpected effect, subtly intimidating many marines and causing countless of them to turn pale and hesitate.

Because... that coffin lid was just too big.

Just imagining it made them feel a sense of dread.

This scene caused Zephyr, who had been observing the entire scene, to frown slightly.

After all, he was a naval admiral. Becoming an admiral required more than just strong strength; it also required the ability to oversee the overall situation on the battlefield.

He was still entangled with the dragon, but he did not forget to notice the retreat and fear of the marines.

"Sig's move is truly impossible to defend against!"

"Even if he easily defeated Doberman, it probably wouldn't have been as effective as torturing him like this, and wouldn't have instilled such great fear in the Navy."

Zephyr's expression darkened, and he hissed at Doberman:

"Doberman, calm down!"

"Sig deliberately attacked your spot in an attempt to disrupt your mind!"

"You must see beyond the surface! Sigurd attacked by detecting the weak points your Armament Haki couldn't cover..."

Zephyr's words flashed through Doberman's mind like a bolt of lightning.

This made him feel resentful, but he also gradually calmed down, and cold sweat broke out all over him.

What kind of formidable foe is the pirate king of the sea, Sig?

He immediately saw through his weakness and repeatedly attacked that spot...

Although the chrysanthemum is a vital spot, since Sieg can get behind him, wouldn't it be more convenient to attack that vital spot?

Back of the neck, back, back of the head, spine...

But Sieg deliberately chose a treacherous spot to attack, which was definitely a deliberate attempt to torment him!

"Sig is a truly terrifying enemy!"

Doberman's complexion worsened, but his resolve remained firm.

Now that he knows that Sieg is deliberately torturing him, how can he, as a vice admiral, be defeated!

This scene, however, left Sieg bewildered.

This vice admiral, somehow, ended up with an expression of heroic sacrifice.

Sieg thought about it and felt a little embarrassed.

The Thousand Years of Death technique is rather cruel and insidious, and Sieg doesn't want to bear any more strange or unusual reputations.

Sieg's gaze fell upon the few ashes left behind by the seven dark figures, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

"Among the seven ancient emperors who have vanished into the lost history, one of them was known for his signature move, the Flying Thunder God Slash."

"He once single-handedly pierced tens of thousands of people in a great battle, becoming world-famous for this feat and earning the title of 'The Piercing Lord'!"

At this point, a trace of sorrow, nostalgia, and emotion welled up in the depths of Sieg's eyes.

"The legend of the Piercing King has long been forgotten, and his body has vanished into thin air!"

All the subtle shifts in Sieg's eyes turned sharp:

"But I, Sieg, am determined to keep his legend alive!"

"Have you all remembered this?"

Chapter 441 The Emperor's Engine Reboots! A Lone Charge

"Have you all remembered this?"

At the top of the earthen hill, Sig held a coffin lid in one hand and solemnly mentioned the legend of the Piercing Duke.

If it weren't for the black and yellow substance still clinging to the coffin lid he was holding, emanating a strange aura, Doberman would almost have believed it.

At that moment, a clear sob came from the ironclad pirate ship.

This drew the attention of the bandits nearby, who saw that at the bow of the boat, the bald man had tears in his eyes—he was actually crying.

Monka was completely confused. Was there anything touching about what Sieg said?

"Bald guy, why are you crying?" Monka asked in a low voice.

Upon hearing this, the bald man was stunned. He raised his voice and looked at Monka incredulously:

"Such a touching story, how can you not be moved?"

The bald man's righteous and awe-inspiring gaze made even Monka a little embarrassed.

Then, the bald man looked away and continued:

"I ask you, when does a person truly die?"

"Was it when he died physically, or when his funeral was held and he was recognized as dead by the world and society?"

Monka thought for a moment and replied:

"Perhaps it's social death?"

But the bald man shook his head and explained:

"True death is when you are forgotten by the whole world."

"No one in this world remembers you. Everything about you has vanished without a trace, as if you had never lived in this world."

At this point, two more tears streamed down the bald man's face as he said with emotion:

"Those seven ancient emperors have vanished into thin air. I'm afraid only Boss Sig remembers their existence in the whole world."

"What Boss Sig is carrying is too heavy!"

"So, Boss Sig is using this method to mourn the dead! Even if it means bearing a stigma, he wants to ensure that the name of the Piercing Lord continues to be passed down."

"As long as the Piercing Lord's ultimate technique, the Flying Thunder God Slash, continues to be sung by the world, the name of the Piercing Lord will never be completely forgotten!"

The bald man's words were like a wake-up call, bringing tears to the eyes of the surrounding bandits.

"So that's how it is!"

I cried, did you?

"Illegible Lord, I will remember you forever, and I will never let your name disappear!"

The other bandits were also deeply moved, tears streaming down their faces, but Monka stood bewildered in the crowd, at a loss for what to do.

After thinking for a moment, he also began to wail loudly, squeezing out two tears from his eyes:

"Piercing Duke------"

The commotion caused by hundreds of bandits wailing together attracted the attention of many naval personnel.

Upon hearing their cries, the navy personnel were stunned, but their thoughts involuntarily changed.

These bandits looked genuinely crying; it didn't seem like they were faking it.

"Do these bandits under Sig's command also remember the so-called Piercing Lord? Could he be some great pirate forgotten by the world?"

"The Piercing Master, one of those seven black figures?"

While the bandits were wailing.

Suddenly, the bald man sensed something, glanced back at the mist behind him, and felt a surge of joy.

The fog over the sea is growing thicker. A huge black shadow can be vaguely seen.

A thought struck him, and he immediately relayed his message to Sig on the earthen hill.

"Can we finally prepare to retreat?" Sig thought with delight.

"Dragon!" he whispered, meeting the dragon's gaze. Sig nodded slightly, said nothing, and turned to run swiftly toward the Ironclad Pirate Ship.

Long understood, waved his hand, and began to retreat with several revolutionary army cadres.

The revolutionary army didn't send many people; they were just there to hold the enemy back.

Sieg was already preparing to retreat, but he continued to linger, which was tantamount to courting death.

"Sig! You must die today!" Doberman roared in hatred. He picked up his sword and tried to give chase, but after running only a few steps, he felt a tearing pain and could barely walk.

He gritted his teeth and could only turn to Hancock beside him and shout:

"Pirate Empress, stop him at once!"

Unexpectedly, Empress Hancock covered her nose with her hand and looked at him with disdain: