One Piece: Holy Cult

Chapter 44
The ability of divine magic to return life to its original state, cleared out the bomb buried in Xiaobado's body.

How powerful is the bomb?

Uriel and others found a field on the outskirts of the city and detonated the bomb.

The bursting flames enveloped a huge area with a diameter of five meters.The fields were scorched black, and the crops were burned to ashes in the fire.

Uriel looked at little Bado, and said, "It seems that the laboratory on Ghost Cry Island not only transforms people into monsters, but also transforms them into living bombs. Even if they die, they will be punished by the enemy."

"Devil! How can human beings be so vicious, they must be devils crawling out of hell," the old police officer said in a terrified voice, almost hissing.

"Then at least Mr. Bardo escaped from that hell," Uriel said, looking at Bardo Jr.

"I'm afraid the experimenters on the island didn't expect that the modification of you gave you the ability to run on the water surface, so you can run out of the fog zone."

"Also add enough luck," Little Bardo said.

"Fleeing all the way from Ghost Crying Island, with the only remaining sense of missing my mother, I was able to pass through the fog area safely. I must thank the good luck bestowed by the gods."

"With the help of my ugly body this time, I can truly see the dangers of the foggy area. There are reefs, turbulent currents and eddies all over the place. It is difficult for ships to pass without being familiar with the hydrogeographical environment."

"Yes, as you said. But there will still be people who want to go to the sky in the foggy area and kill the evil on the island." Uriel patted Bado on the shoulder and said with a smile.

"As for Mr. Bado, cherish your hard-won new life and live happily ever after."

Sent back to Xiaobaduo, and rejected the thank-you banquet from the mother and son.Uriel walked towards the port.

Taking out the phone bug from his pocket, he began to contact Smoker who still hadn't arrived.

After a while, the appearance of the phone bug changed into the face of Smoker with a cigar in his mouth, and the call was connected.

"Smog, where are you and your sailors? Hurry up and meet me at Wuqian Island. I just got new news about the kidnapper."

From the mouth of the phone worm came Smoker's hoarse and rough voice.

"Ah, the prisoner is on Ghost Crying Island behind the fog zone. I already know that. I told you, Uriel, don't underestimate the navy's intelligence capabilities."

"Also, I've arrived near Kiriqian Island now, but I'm not going to meet you anymore. I'm leading a team to chase another group of pirates who transported slaves to Guiwai Island."

"They just entered the fog zone, and I chased after them, and I can arrest them all immediately."

"So, when to go to the island, you can decide for yourself."

"But when you come, I should have captured all the prisoners on the island, and I won't forget to make an exception and share your celebration wine."

Smoker's words were full of confidence, and he seemed very anxious to hunt down the pirates in front of him. With a click, the call was hung up.

Uriel looked at the silent phone bug in his hand, and stared at it.

Standing at the port and looking far away, Uriel saw a large ship painted blue with high white sails heading straight into the thick fog. It seemed to be the warship Smoker was on.

"This smoker. His brain has been cooked by nicotine." Uriel was speechless.

Smoker in the original book has always been stubborn, but I didn't expect him to be reckless and stupid when he was a few years younger.

According to Little Bado, if Smoker rushed in like that, he might end up in the same bleak way as those missing treasure hunting ships.

Anyway, it's a temporary partner, what else can I do?
Of course it was to save him.

Uriel quickly ran towards the pier. Among the rows of boats moored on the water, he spotted a small sailing boat and jumped aboard.

He took out a stack of Berries and threw it to the owner of the ship who was running towards the pier. Uriel vigorously shook Sanhuang, who was sleeping sweetly on his shoulder, awake.

"Three yellows, exhale the wind".

Sanhuang blinked Mengmeng's big eyes, and under Uriel's order, the three round heads merged into one and inhaled vigorously.

Then he puffed up his face and blew a strong wind column, blowing the small sails on the boat high, and the sailboat rushed away from the pier in an instant like a firework with its butt burned.

Good wind relies on strength.Sailing boats are even faster than motor boats.From time to time, the hull is lifted out of the water, like a bird flapping its wings and gliding on the water.

This is what Uriel needs most right now.

speed.

Even if it was a little later, Smoker and the navy full of warships might become another batch of unlucky ones who were swallowed up by the turbulence of the reef in the fog.

The sailboat drew two splashing waves on the sea, leaving a long trail behind it.

In front of the sailboat, a huge wall appeared far away on the sea.

fog wall.

The closer you get, the more textured the boundless fog becomes.

The thick and thick fog seems to rise from the sea and go straight to the sky, or it seems to hang down from the sky and fall into the blue sea.

At this point, the sky is the same color, and the fog is everywhere.It connects to the high sky above and connects to the vast sea below. It is boundless and boundless.

At this time, it has been several moments since Smoker entered the fog wall.Uriel and his boat went to the front of the fog wall.

The island of crying ghosts is just behind this vast wall of fog.

With a single leaf, the boat crashed into the fog wall.

This wall of fog has stood in the sky and sea for thousands of years, and it has not dissipated for a moment. It is not less than a hundred miles deep. When ships enter, they will often lose their way very quickly and make mistakes in their errands.

Getting out is all about luck.

Not to mention going deep into the fog wall to accurately find the ghost crying island hidden in the whirlpool reefs and chaotic islands.

It's just that there are thousands of difficult things in the world, as long as there are two kinds of people, difficult things can become easy.

One is the prepared person, and the other is the capable person.

Uriel falls into the latter category.

Both have the ability and have made some preparations.

It is difficult to distinguish the sea of ​​fog, but the magic can be distinguished.

Uriel opened his eyes of spiritual vision, like a golden lamp lit up in the cloud and mist of a thousand years.

The scenery of the world changes accordingly.

The fog was still thick, but in Uriel's sight, countless lines were drawn on the white fog, outlining various scenes on the sea.

The undercurrents of the reef are visible one by one, like clear and clear graphics on white paper.

These natural traps can no longer hinder Uriel.

The sea of ​​fog is deep and dense.The mist was rushing in a trance, changing into various forms, like a demon hidden inside to confuse people's minds, all of which were ruthlessly smashed into pieces by the boat driven by Uriel.

The speed of the boat was raised to the limit, and it kept jumping on the waves.

Uriel Zhuo stood on the bow of the ship, hunting in his robes, carefully observing the traces in the fog, hoping to catch up with Smoker's warship one step earlier.

At this time, a misty human voice came from my ears, like singing, and like laughter.

But you heard people's voices, but you couldn't see them.

The faint voice was vague and unfathomable.I just feel that there is a strange magic power that attracts people to walk in a certain direction in the fog involuntarily.

Uriel had already learned about this change from many places in the minibus, and was not surprised. The divine power flowed in his body and circulated throughout his body.

Soon he discovered that a strange substance entered the trachea along the mouth and nose through breathing, dissolved into the blood, and reached the brain.

　It is rare to have a good character in acting, and it is rare to have a ticket in writing a book.Thanks to book friends 218****66 and book friends 171****78 for their recommendation tickets.As soon as it is delivered, Lao Liang asks for a recommendation for collection.

　　


(End of this chapter)