One Piece Impel Castle Custodian

"Boss, look at that ship, it's so scary!"

"What is that?"

"It's coming!"

"Fire! Fire! Everyone, fire!" the speaker roared at the top of his lungs.

The cannons roared, and the sides of all the battleships were aimed at the Speedy Shark, which was rolling in the waves. The cannonballs, as dense as locusts, drew a beautiful arc and rushed towards it.

The waves rolled up by the Speed ​​Shark were so powerful that they wrapped around the entire hull like a god's blessing, leaving no dead ends, blocking all the cannonballs.

On the blue wave shield, firelights were constantly emerging or being swallowed up by new waves.

In fact, even if it is directly hit by a cannonball, the Speed ​​Shark will only shake a little due to its strong sea-floor stone armor.

I just don’t know which one was more uncomfortable then or now.

The battleships of Baroque Studio are not lined up in a row, but are placed dotted in this sea area like chess pieces, so that they can act as horns and help each other.

Seeing that the Speedy Shark was about to quickly break through to the first layer of the battleship's defense line,

"Asshole! They're going to hit us!"

"Turn the wheel! Turn the wheel! Avoid them!"

"Who are these people? Is there something wrong with their brains?"

The folks at Baroque Studios were right. There was someone out there, at least one person.

Crazy Fitz pushed the joystick violently, and the Speed ​​Shark immediately jumped several meters out of the sea and plunged directly into the wooden hull with a cannon in front!

"Click! Click! Click!" The sharp blade stirred the wooden board with huge impact, and countless freshly scraped wood chips flew everywhere. The iron cannon was inadvertently squeezed into small cakes, and fell directly on the ship. A big hole opened in the side of the body.

"Bang!" The sharp bow pushed open the other side of the ship like an iron cone.

The shark emerges from the prey's body and runs forward without looking back.

A series of violent gunpowder explosions sounded behind him, and scorching flames shot up into the sky. Thick black smoke billowed and drifted. Mixed with the miserable and desperate shouts of the crew, the entire ship turned into a sea of ​​flames.

Having just finished biting a prey, the Speed ​​Shark rushed towards the next one blocking its way.

"Fire! Fire everyone! Don't let this monster come over!" The captain screamed desperately on the deck.

"Rumble!" There was another deafening sound of shelling, and all the shells were aimed at the Speedy Shark, which had penetrated deep into the ship array.

It's a pity that the accuracy of cannons in this era is not very high. At such a close distance, at least half of the cannonballs hit their own warships.

The Speed ​​Shark itself was fine, but the seven or eight ships passing by were beaten to pieces and burst into flames.

"Bastards! What are you doing?"

"Aim! Take aim before hitting!"

"Don't let him come any closer!"

The Speed ​​Shark moved forward bravely, amidst the shells flying everywhere,

With the consistent nine, he penetrated eight battleships in a row and directly penetrated the iron barrel-like encirclement net.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Fitz whistled like a wild man.

Under his mindless operation, which only knew how to accelerate, the Speed ​​Shark directly broke through the layers of defenses and flew away.

"Captain, are we still chasing him?"

"Is that even a question?"

"Are you going to chase me?"

"Idiot, can we catch up?"

"Then what are you doing now?"

"Get ready to challenge the navy. There seems to be something wrong with the boss. We must buy some more time for the boss."

Inside the Speed ​​Shark.

The other team members had been shaken to pieces, being fixed in their seats by seat belts and frothing at the mouth.

The cabin was shaking violently like a drum washing machine.

This move really kills eight hundred enemies and damages one thousand.

Arnold resisted his dizziness and reluctantly stood up from his seat, holding on to the armrest next to him with one hand to maintain balance.

The so-called superiors need to stand up in such difficult times.

Performing arduous tasks all year round has made his will extremely strong.

He grabbed a cloth bag, patted Fitz on the shoulder, and shouted, "Pop me out!"

"Ah! Aren't you waiting for them?" Fitz shouted in excitement and surprise, still tapping the console frantically.

"I can't wait any longer. Just point me in the direction and I'll go there in advance!"

"Hehehe! Just go straight!" Fitz pushed the stick and increased the Speed ​​Shark's speed to the extreme.

There is still quite a distance from the location of the sand crocodile, so save some effort if you can.

The high-speed rotating Speedy Shark suddenly jumped upwards out of the waves. A narrow hole leaked out of the cabin, and a black shadow flew out of it like a superman. The two quickly separated.

The cabin re-closed and fell to the sea with a muffled sound, and the Speed ​​Shark continued to rush towards the coastline with rolling yellow sand.

And Arnold flew forward alone,

Keep your body straight and put your hands together in front of you like breaststroke to reduce the air resistance as much as possible. Every extra minute of flying in the air will save you a few hours of walking on the sand.

My head is still very dizzy, and I can't tell the direction now in the air.

The tiny grains of sand in the air made my face hurt, so I simply closed my eyes and focused all my attention on controlling the fruit of retrospection.

The small green bag on his back contains enough dry food and drinking water for several days, so there is no need to worry about this aspect.

Now that Fitz had pointed out the direction, all he had to do was look at the sun and move forward.

I almost fell asleep lying down in the air. The sun here is so poisonous that it feels like it has transformed into a tender roasted tenderloin.

Arnold turned around and continued to bake,

I don’t know how many hours later, I felt a handful of hot sand rushing towards my face, and then I was like a duck being stuffed with water, being crazily pressed down and stuffed into my mouth.

His whole body dug into the dunes of golden sand like a stick. Except for the high temperature, the touch was surprisingly comfortable.

The chin dragged on the ground and slid for dozens of meters, drawing a straight sand pit on the sand.

Arnold raised his head, spat out the hot sand in his mouth, and looked at the scenery in front of him.

The endless undulating golden sand dunes outline beautiful curves as far as the eye can see.

The surrounding air was distorted by the high temperature, and even the sight was affected.

The air is filled with a stifling dryness, frantically squeezing the moisture from your skin.

It was so quiet that no sound could be heard, as if we had arrived in the kingdom of death.

The sky was so blue that it felt a little unnatural. I wonder if it was because of the scorching, murderous sun.

I don’t know how far the road ahead is, so let’s set off now.

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