I am the Bandit King of the East Sea.

Unlike Newgate, who's easy to get along with, Charlotte Linlin is a ticking time bomb no matter where she is.

"Wang Xige acquired such formidable combat power with ease."

"With Charlotte Linlin's help, if things don't turn out well..."

Rocks snorted coldly.

...........

Resin Island Port.

Sig and his crew did not intend to linger there. They immediately found a coating craftsman and began coating the ship.

As the coating was nearing completion, Sieg frowned slightly, sensing something was amiss.

He turned his head and looked in the direction of the city, using his Observation Haki to sense the surrounding area. He immediately saw a large group of marines closing in.

"Even though I'm trying to keep a low profile, I still managed to give myself away?"

Sig pulled at the hood on his head, somewhat incredulous.

There were still dozens of men sent by Locke on the ship, and Sieg could not directly change his appearance, so he simply bought a hood and prepared to act discreetly like an assassin.

But to his surprise, things still went wrong.

"How much longer will it take to complete the coating?" Sieg turned to look at the craftsman who was still applying the coating.

"The coating process will be completed in about half an hour," the craftsman replied.

Sig thought for a moment, then turned his head and looked at Dracula, the Impaler.

"If we launch a surprise attack before the encirclement is fully formed, we should still be able to gain some advantage in half an hour."

Dracula's expression changed slightly:

"You're not going to make me go shovel poop again, are you?"

Sig glanced at Dracula and said:

"If you can do it, you can fight it head-on using legitimate methods..."

Dracula was silent for a while, then finally pulled out a spear and, being very clean, took out detergent, poured it on the spear, and began to wash it.

"Resin Island, how come it's the same place where I went on a killing spree last time?"

As the sun set, its red rays spilled onto Dracula, staining his robes crimson, as if stained with blood.

Dracula murmured:

"I pierced Dracula and made this my proof."

hiss----

Detergent dripped onto the floor, a wisp of smoke rose, and a small pit was corroded into the floor.

...........

On the other side of the port, another large ship was undergoing coating.

However, the ship's two owners are already surrounded by the navy.

"I see. You set sail to find your two captains, the Blue Oni and the Red Oni, of the Giant Warrior Pirates..."

Major General Kowell stood before the two giants of Elbaf and learned the whole story from them.

"But unfortunately, your waiting is pointless. Your two captains have already been arrested by our navy!"

Chapter 667 The Piercing Duke is not truly invincible; Iron Chrysanthemum still exists in the world.

At the port of Resin Island, in front of the giant pirate ship that is moored.

Rear Admiral Cowell led the navy and surrounded the giants Casey and Oimo, engaging in lively conversation:

"I've heard that giants have long lifespans, some even living for two or three hundred years. Their concept of time is different from that of ordinary people."

"But this is just too outrageous! How could a duel lasting fifty years be possible?"

Kewell retorted mercilessly:

"Captains of the Giant Warrior Pirates, composed of Elbaf giant warriors: Blue Oni Dorry and Red Oni Brogy."

"These two men were arrested by our navy twenty years ago and have been imprisoned ever since!"

These were, of course, just casual remarks made by Kowell after he had found out the whereabouts of the two Titans.

However, after hearing this, the two giants, Casey and Oimo, looked at each other for a while and slowly began to believe it.

"I knew it... The duel between the two captains has lasted for fifty years, it's just too long no matter how you look at it!"

"So they've already been arrested?"

Upon hearing this news, both giants showed expressions of grief.

They had waited fifty years, never expecting to hear such news.

"You guys are really too stupid, you actually waited for fifty years!"

Kewell scoffed, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

Many of the giants in Elbaf were muscle-brains who couldn't think straight, and the two giants actually believed him when he said that.

"Elbaf, the land of giants, is clearly the world's strongest military power, but unfortunately a large portion of the giant race consists of this kind of scum."

"No wonder the Elbaf Giant Kingdom has remained on this sea to this day and has not had much influence."

Kewell smiled slightly.

Elbaf, the land of giants, is a very powerful New World nation. Before Sister Carmel appeared, this nation had always been in a completely hostile relationship with the World Government.

The title of the so-called strongest country in the world was earned through hard-fought battles against a world government comprised of more than 100 member countries.

However, since Sister Carmel appeared, the World Government has gradually figured out a strategy for dealing with the giants.

From then on, relations between Elbaf and the World Government improved considerably, and with the help of the nun, some of the giant warriors even became vice admirals in the Navy.

The existence of the Giant Warrior Pirates had long been on the Navy's radar.

"That being said... your two captains of the Giant Warrior Pirates are not unforgivable villains."

Kewell stroked his chin and smiled, saying:

"Enies Lobby, the core institution of the World Government, is short two gatekeepers. If you are willing to guard the gates of Enies Lobby for a hundred years, I can apply to my superiors to release your two captains!"

"A hundred years?"

The two giants stared at each other, momentarily stunned.

A hundred years is an extremely long time, even relative to the long lifespan of giants; it is roughly a third of their lives.

Even these two giants hesitated under such conditions.

Aww-----

At that moment, a series of shrill screams came from afar, one after another, sounding extremely eerie.

A moment later, a naval officer rushed over and approached Rear Admiral Cowell.

"What? Dracula the Impaler has appeared?"

Kewell instinctively felt a tightening in his anus.

"Why him again? Why me again? Is this just a coincidence? Has Dracula already decided on me, which is why he's attacking our navy here again?"

"Absolutely... inhuman!"

Upon hearing the name Dracula, Kowell was momentarily flustered and barely paid attention to the two giants in front of him.

"You two! If you join our navy now and help us deal with Dracula the Impaler, your time guarding the gate can be reduced by ten years! I'll give you one minute to think it over!" Cowell said fiercely.

........

On the other side of the battlefield.

Dracula gripped his spear, its tip stained with blood. Wherever he went, armor was smeared and blood flowed like a torrent.

Splattering blood, Dracula's gun never missed; each stab meant a navy sailor collapsing and convulsing.

He strolled leisurely amidst the navy's encirclement, with a field of navy men still twitching at his feet.

Firearms are not very effective against fast-moving enemies like Dracula. There is only one enemy, but Dracula can target the Navy and quickly perform the Flying Thunder God piercing attack, so guns and cannons will only cause friendly fire.

The sheer number of ordinary naval soldiers posed an even smaller threat to Dracula.

The existence of the Flying Thunder God was a devastating blow to the morale of the Navy. Even the most fearless veteran Navy soldiers would not want to be enemies with such a ruthless foe as the Piercing God.

Seeing the fear in the eyes of the navy, Dracula felt a little restless.

"It's always the main character who's showing off, and I can only be a spectator on the sidelines. Sometimes I even have to cover for him."

"Shouldn't it be my turn to show off this time?"

Dracula cleared his throat, then thrust himself into a navy man's rear, muttering in a low voice:

"I bloom in the slaughter, like a flower in the dawn."

Dracula, alone with his gun, darted into the battlefield, his figure like a ghost, charging and piercing through the naval lines.

"It's the legendary Piercing Master!"

"It's him! The deep yellow flash on the battlefield!"

"You...you don't come any closer!"

The sailors all showed expressions of fear.

But Dracula never felt like he had successfully shown off.

Even if the name of the Thousand Years of Death were forcibly changed to Flying Thunder God, and coupled with lines designed to elevate its prestige, the Marines still cooperated by displaying expressions of fear...

But the flavor was a bit too strong, it didn't quite feel right.

"Isn't it sophisticated enough?"

Dracula thought for a moment, then looked at the navy men before him and continued:

"Stop, Navy, this is my last act of mercy."