Sword of the pirate king

"Have you noticed that the sky seems to be overcast?"

Buffalo twirled his propeller-like hair and flew with the help of the wind. He always felt that the sky above his head seemed to be darker, but he couldn't see the sky because of the angle of view. He could only ask Gladius on his back. and Jorah.

"Indeed..." Gladius looked up. The sky was still clear just now, but now it was covered with overcast clouds, and the range of the dark clouds was not large. It seemed that they only covered a large area near the port. The sky is still blue and white.

"It's not common, or abnormal, for Dressrosa to have rainy weather this season."

Gladius said in a deep voice, this season is really the sunniest and hottest time in Dressrosa, and the rainy season will not come until one and a half months. He has never seen a summer sky full of clouds in previous years. when.

"You mean someone is up to something?"

Jorah's slightly sharp voice came.

"Who knows, if it was done by the person who destroyed the Beasts Pirate Ship, then we have to find out."

Gladius shrugged, "I'll leave the matter of the sky to you and Buffalo. I'll go to another pirate ship to negotiate with their captain first."

After all, he jumped over Buffalo's back and fell at a place higher than the pirate ship, without any worry that he would fall into a meatloaf.

Gladius stretched his hands slightly to maintain his balance. He opened his hands and heard a faint sound of air explosion. When it fell on the pirate ship, it was already falling at the same speed as falling from a height of one or two meters, so naturally there would be no reaction to the impact.

"A member of the Don Quixote family?"

As the captain, Gibbon naturally noticed the uninvited guest who fell from the sky. He also saw it when he and Seuss came to Dressrosa some time ago, so he recognized Gladius.

"Captain Gibbon, the pirate ship that Captain Seuss was on sank for unknown reasons. Have you ever seen the scene of the incident?"

Gladius got straight to the point and didn't talk nonsense, but he had the same temper as Gibbon. Gibbon frowned and shook his head, spreading his hands: "I was just woken up by my subordinates too. Seus and the others also drank alcohol last night. There are too many, since the ship sank and they are nowhere to be seen, it is probably more ominous."

When he spread his hands, people noticed that his arm had two joints, and the length of his arm was almost reaching the ground. He turned out to be a long-handed clansman.

"As for the scene of the sinking, the pirates under me didn't see it very clearly. They just said that they vaguely saw a hurricane like a long dragon with blue lightning flashing through the pirate ship, and then the ship sank."

"That's what the pirate who survived the Seus ship and swam to our ship said the same."

Gibbon didn't hide it, and in fact there was no need to hide it. If this matter had nothing to do with the Don Quixote family, then it was just a matter of letting them search for the murderer. It would be difficult for him alone to investigate in the Don Quixote family's territory.

But if someone from the Don Quixote family did it, and finally sent a person to make a fake inquiry to clear up the suspicion, Gibbon would not mind turning his face on the spot.

He was observing all the details of Gladius, but Gladius had both a mask and eyes, and the subtle expressions on his face couldn't be seen at all.

"Really, I see."

Gladius nodded, not letting Gibbon see anything unusual, "We and the family were originally here to hunt down a killer who assassinated family members, but the killer used some method to deceive the family. They tricked me and my companions here, but invaded the palace by myself, and was finally crushed to death by Master Pika."

"However, I still have some doubts. The attack and sinking of Captain Sew's pirate ship may have something to do with that killer. Moreover, the weather here is suddenly abnormal, and there may be something weird. I have sent someone to investigate."

As he said, he pointed to the sky, and Gibbon took advantage of the opportunity to look up at the sky, and sure enough, he saw Buffalo's eye-catching huge body and orange clothes, climbing upwards, approaching the black cloud with faint thunder.

"Heaven?"

Gibbon scratched his head. He didn't know much about the weather in Dressrosa, but it was sunny just now, and now it's so gloomy that the light can't see through. It's really strange.

"Could it be that someone with devil fruit ability used their ability to create a thundercloud?"

He guessed that this was not a difficult task for the strange fruit ability. Gladius pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement, but suddenly his body froze, and he suddenly raised his head.

"Buffalo, come back!!"

His shout was not enough for Buffalo, who was close to the clouds, to hear it. Gladius realized it after shouting at the top of his voice, and quickly took out his phone bug to contact Jorah.

"Jorah, hurry down Buffalo, there is danger!"

Listening to the communication from Gladius, Jorah quickly stomped his feet and said sharply: "Buffalo, go down, there is danger up there!"

Even if Gladius didn't call to tell them to go down, Jorah still had the heart to retreat. A woman's sixth sense kept telling her that it was extremely dangerous up there.

Hearing this, Buffalo slowed down the rotation speed of the propeller hair on his head, and his altitude began to drop slowly. Electricity turned into coke.

"It's all here, and you still want to run?"

Jorah almost jumped up like a cat with fried hair, his fluffy two-color curly hair straightened like an electric shock, and a strange voice suddenly appeared behind him who was obviously empty, how could it not be shocking?
You must know that this is not a busy street on the ground, this is a thousand meters above the sky!
"Destructive Art!"

Jorah turned around abruptly, clapped her hands out, and transparent smoke like bubble clouds gushed out from her palms. As an artist with the fruit of art ability, she could turn the target sprayed by the smoke into a fragile work of art.

"too slow."

The voice came from behind Jorah again, and the words were full of sarcasm.

"Your smog is really incomprehensible to ordinary people, but it's not that scary to me. You can't keep up with my speed."

"Because I'm..."

A dazzling electric light circled Jorah in a circle, and the surging transparent smoke could not be touched at all, and Jorah did not dare to expand the range of the smoke, because this time it would affect Buffalo under his feet. Turned into a work of art, she probably fell to her death.

The mist gushing from both hands never stopped. The mist enveloped Jorah's whole body, but she didn't have the slightest sense of security. The cold sweat dripped from her forehead, and her back was already drenched.

"...Thunderbolt!"

Thunder shakes the world, God's judgment!
A flash of thunder descended from the black cloud, engulfing Jorah and Buffalo.