I am the Bandit King of the East Sea.

"In Rocks' era, the strength of people like Shiki and Whitebeard would gradually approach their peak."

"To contend with the fifty-six emperors and become a true legend is a difficult path indeed."

Sig sighed, and he and Dracula closed their eyes to rest in the room, waiting for the moment of battle to arrive.

.............

Resin Island. Located in the sea area at the entrance to the New World.

Similar to the Sabaody Archipelago, this resin island is also an island made of mangroves containing resin bubbles, only on a smaller scale.

Although the two sections of the Grand Line are separated by the Red Line, it is not a one-way trip; it just makes traveling back and forth more troublesome.

Pirates from the New World who want to return to the first half of the Grand Line usually coat themselves on Resin Island and then return to Paradise Island via Fishman Island beneath the Red Line.

In addition, this resin island is closer to the edge of the Red Line, adjacent to the Red Line's port of entry into the sea. Merchants and people from various member countries who are authorized by the World Government travel overland across the Red Line through this port of entry, connecting with the first half of the Grand Line.

Meanwhile, the heavenly gold paid by the nations of the New World will also be transported here by the naval escort fleet, and then travel overland to the Holy Land of Mary Geoise.

The island was the target of Rocks and his men.

On this day, more than ten naval escort ships from various countries in the New World arrived at Resin Island and planned to enter the Red Line Continent through the Red Line Continent port.

"Move faster, don't slack off! We're almost at the Red Line, we absolutely cannot afford to make a mistake at such a crucial moment!"

"Vice Admiral Cowell, who is in charge of the Sky Gold Guard Fleet, shouted."

However, the other naval officers, including some senior officers, did not seem particularly nervous, although they immediately agreed.

After all, even the lawless pirates know the common knowledge that the Celestial Dragons are not to be trifled with.

The Heavenly Gold had never been plundered by pirates; these incidents were merely routine. They were unaware of the signs that a storm was approaching.

Chapter 639 Eighteen-Year-Old Aunt

The blue waves stretch endlessly, and the sea breeze blows gently.

A pirate ship with a cake decoration on its prow was sailing on the waves. As the ship moved forward, the Homies on the prow, wearing crowns, opened and closed their mouths and sang a song.

This is a living pirate ship that sings cheerful nursery rhymes.

On the deck, a tall woman was leaning against the railing, constantly stuffing small cakes into her mouth.

This woman was very tall, almost like a giant, and could swallow dozens of small cakes at once with a single opening of her mouth.

Surprisingly, despite her binge eating, she maintained an unexpectedly slender figure with beautiful curves and a slim waist.

"Lingling has really grown up this time..."

Longbread was standing nearby, watching Charlotte Linlin eat a small cake with a touch of wistfulness.

Charlotte Linlin was no longer the chubby, fleshy girl she was as a child; she had transformed into a stunningly beautiful young woman. She had a full bust, a slender waist, and long, flowing pink hair that reached her waist. Even her round face from childhood had become a perfectly oval shape—she was a giant version of a beauty.

"The tiramisu cake is still as delicious as ever..."

Charlotte Lingling was eating a small cake when her eyes suddenly became slightly unfocused, as if she was recalling something, and she even stopped swallowing.

“Linlin…” Longbread looked at Charlotte Linlin, who was lost in memories, and remembered something as well. She frowned and said:

"Do you still remember the man you chased until he was exhausted and drowned?"

Charlotte Linlin did not answer. After a moment of silence, she spoke again:

"I've heard that on Beehive Island in the New World, there's a pirate named Rocks who seems to be planning to recruit a large number of New World pirates and plot some big deal to make a fortune."

"Do you want to participate too, Lingling?"

The long bread wisely didn't continue the previous topic, but instead picked up the conversation and asked.

"No one ever thinks they have too much treasure."

Charlotte Linlin replied.

She not only has a sweet tooth, but also a penchant for collecting rare treasures and various exotic races.

The matter of Lox also caught her attention.

"It's probably too late, Lingling. We're still quite a distance from Beehive Island."

“Of course, the ship can be repositioned at any time if you wish,” the long bread said.

“Then… let’s set off. Let’s go see Beehive Island,” Charlotte Linlin murmured.

She stood up, put down the cake in her hand, and walked into the cabin, seemingly having suddenly lost her appetite.

The pirate ship sang a song, adjusted its course, and chased the waves as it gradually disappeared into the distance.

...........

Resin Island Port, far from the entrance to the New World.

The navy personnel, who had been leisurely just moments before, suddenly became serious, and piercing alarms blared incessantly.

Vice Admiral Cowell stood on the port shore, gazing at the dozen or so pirate ships that had suddenly appeared in the distance, his brows furrowed deeply.

"There are actually pirates who dare to plunder the heavenly treasure? And they chose this time of year?"

Kewell frowned; he sensed that something was amiss.

The port of Resin Island is a crucial gateway for the gathering of celestial gold from the nations of the New World and its transport to the Red Earth Continent.

At the same time, multiple naval escort fleets will also converge here, making the defense even stronger than before. This is not an easy nut to crack.

Lieutenant General Kowell asked his subordinates to bring him binoculars. He looked through the binoculars a few times and his expression became even more grim.

"This pirate fleet that came to attack actually had more than a dozen different pirate flags flying around?"

"More than a dozen pirate crews were involved in this incident?"

"The Greatsword Pirates, the Flying Tiger Pirates, the Flying Sky Pirates, and... Rocks?"

Kewell lowered his binoculars, a fine layer of cold sweat already forming on his forehead. He shouted the order:

"Request reinforcements from headquarters immediately!"

Boom boom boom!

The roar of cannons erupted from all directions, followed by a cacophony of battle cries that completely drowned out Kewell's command.

A chaotic battle has begun!

Attracted by the immense wealth of the Heavenly Gold, these dozen or so pirate crews immediately went berserk, vying for the lead and catching the Navy off guard. The battle had already entered a fierce stage from the very beginning.

Only on the lead Rocks pirate ship, a few people remained standing on the deck, very calm and motionless.

Lockes appeared calm. He didn't move, but stood on the bow deck with his hands behind his back, surveying the entire battlefield.

"It's a bit better than I expected. It seems the Navy really treats escorting the Sky Gold as a routine task and doesn't care at all."

Lox smiled slightly.

"At this rate, even without naval reinforcements, I wouldn't need to lift a finger. The powerful individuals I've recruited would be enough to wipe out this naval escort fleet."

Is this the power of authority?

"Lox said to himself."

At this moment, he had clearly placed himself in a superior position, judging the combat performance of his own strongmen.

"Aww-----"

At that moment, a bloodcurdling scream came from the edge of the battlefield, so shrill that even the most notorious pirates felt a slight chill.

"It seems to be a ruthless and fierce general. Let me see who it is..."

Lockes was immediately drawn to the view and looked up.

He saw a middle-aged man with a cloak and loose black hair standing there, holding a bloodstained spear that was three meters long, his figure constantly moving through the naval battle formation.

On the ground, a large number of sailors lay dead at his feet, their blood pooling around them.

"Dracula the Impaler? He certainly seems to be a formidable warrior..."

Rocks exclaimed in admiration, but when his gaze fell upon the fallen navy personnel on the ground, his eye twitched.

Without exception, these sailors were all lying face down on the ground, with blood gushing upwards from their anuses.

They didn't seem to be completely dead, but their eyes were unfocused and lifeless, and they looked like they had no will to live.

Upon closer inspection, Lockes' expression suddenly turned somewhat strange.

"The Undying Grip!"

"Phase Rush!"

"Dragon Strike!"

"The Holy Lance Baptism!"

Dracula's spear was incredibly elusive; he could always appear silently behind the navy and then thrust his spear forward.

A cold glint appeared first, then it struck straight at the heart of the enemy!

As the blood blossomed, a strange aura wafted and spread across the battlefield, causing the other pirates to change their expressions and quickly flee.

Chapter 640 Flying Thunder God Yellow Dragon Drill!

On the battlefield, Dracula's figure flickered incessantly, like a demon.

Even the notorious pirates couldn't help but run to the side, not daring to approach the fierce general who was stabbing back and forth on the battlefield.

Even a single glance made their anuses tighten, as if they were experiencing a dull ache.

On this battlefield, Dracula wasn't the strongest, nor was he the most efficient at killing enemies. But he was probably the most eye-catching pirate on the battlefield.

"Is this guy called Dracula? You absolutely can't mess with someone like that, whether you can win or not..."

"If you get even the slightest bit involved, you've already lost, you've absolutely lost."

Many pirates secretly remembered this person and walked away with somewhat grim expressions.

Even when they saw the Marines who were clearly not dead, lying face up with localized bleeding, the pirates had no intention of finishing them off. Instead, they held their noses and quickly left.

In a sense, Dracula's back-and-forth thrusting and ramming, at the cost of his anus, actually gave these sailors a way out.