Pirate's meat costume sword hero

"who are you?"

Crocodile's eyes were slightly fearful. Being able to cover the bullets fired with domineering energy was not the strength that a nobody should have.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm rude, my name is Lafitte." Elegant as always, Lafitte said to Crocodile extremely politely, but the crutch in his hand turned faster and faster.

"Are you the former West Coast Security Officer Devil Sheriff Lafitte?" Crocodile stared at Lafitte for a long time, as if something suddenly occurred to him, his expression condensed, and he asked tentatively, with solemn fear in his tone, but There was no hint of timidity or concession.

Lafitte smiled self-consciously and replied with some indifference: "It's just a trivial reputation in the past, it's not worth mentioning..."

"Nicole Robin turned out to have taken refuge with you." Crocodile looked at Robin, who was still tied to the ground, and seemed to have some understanding. It's no wonder that Nico Robin didn't dare to betray easily. Lafite was originally just in the West Sea, and its reputation has long been known to the entire sea.

Not only because of his deeds, but also because of his unfathomable and strange abilities.

No one knows what his strength is, because everyone he has seen has already been executed by him...

"But this is no longer the West Sea, Devil Sheriff. This is my country. Are you sure you want to make an enemy of me just for the sake of one of my subordinates, Lafitte?"

Although Crocodile is afraid of Lafitte's strength, he is confident that in the yellow sand Kingdom of Alabasta, he has nothing to fear from anyone...

Lafitte, who was spinning his crutches, smiled and shook his head, ignoring Crocodile's threat and replied: "You misunderstood, Mr. Sand Crocodile, Miss Robin is just my colleague, my captain is someone else... .”

After speaking, he seemed to have thought of some key issue, and looked at Robin with a distressed expression, who seemed to be bound by an armor made of sand, and murmured in a low voice: "It seems that we still have to rescue Miss Robin before the captain arrives. , otherwise the captain will probably be very angry. As a subordinate, I can’t put the captain in a dilemma..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the rapidly rotating crutch in his hand suddenly stopped, and the sound of kicking footsteps also stopped abruptly, like a specific signal or a special ritual...

"Kill you....."

"Die, you shark bastard..."

"kill....."

"Move, I can't move, my body doesn't obey my orders, I really want to kill this bastard crocodile..."

The trio of spies who had been standing quietly behind Crocodile suddenly became dull-eyed, roared with ferocious expressions, and launched a brazen attack on Crocodile...

Three knives penetrated Crocodile's body almost instantly.

There is no bloody scene, yellow sand lingers around the wound, and the three knives are like stabbing a handful of yellow sand...

The attacks of the three pirates who were not domineering naturally did not cause any harm to Crocodile. After Crocodile experienced the initial shock, an uncontrollable anger emerged in his heart, and he killed Crocodile. , kill them all, everyone who betrayed me should die...

"Arc-moon shaped dunes..."

Crocodile's right hand and his arm transformed into a weird-shaped yellow sand knife. He swung sideways and slashed. The terrifying half-moon-shaped yellow sand knife directly cut open the bodies of the three spies. MR·1, who was suffering from something, was also within the attack range.

The six pieces of corpses that fell to the ground were already dry before they hit the ground. Their dead appearance was terrifying, like mummies that had been dead for thousands of years.

"Whirring whirring....."

Crocodile gasped, trying his best to suppress the strong killing intention deep in his heart that wanted to continue killing MR·1.

There was still a terrifying killing intent in his eyes. Crocodile, who was struggling to restrain himself, turned to look at Lafitte, gritted his teeth and roared in a low voice: "You bastard, what did you do to me..."

Facing Crocodile, who seemed to have suddenly fallen into madness, Lafitte still looked elegant and polite with a smile on his face, as if he didn't care at all about Crocodile's death gaze, which contained murderous intent, and his tone of voice He said slightly helplessly: "What you just said was your deepest desire, Mr. Sand Crocodile, and it has nothing to do with me..."

"Well, that's not right. I'm just giving you a little guidance so that you can follow your own heart, okay?" He pinched his little fingers as if to signal to Crocodile. , it’s really just a little bit...

As Lafitte spoke, he began to slowly spin the crutch in his hand again, and the leather boots under his feet tapped the ground rhythmically...

The yellow sand barrier that originally bound Robin, as early as the first time Crocodile lost control, seemed to have suddenly lost its magic and turned into ordinary yellow sand, collapsing and sliding around Robin's body...

"Miss Robin, it's a blessing that you are safe and sound. Otherwise, even I would have suffered the captain's wrath..."

Robin, who was out of trouble, immediately walked to Lafitte's side and gave Lafitte a meaningful look, "Mr. Lafitte, you came at the right time..."

Lafitte seemed to have not understood the meaning of Robin's words. His smile did not change, he was still elegant and polite, and replied in a brisk tone: "As the captain's right-hand man, I naturally have to work hard to save my companions on the same ship. Bar....."

The premise is that only companions can do it, right?

Robin thought in his mind that since Lafitte boarded the ship, he had always shown an outspoken distrust towards him. This delay in showing up should be the result of his deliberate actions...

Maybe he had discovered some clues when he entered the town...

"Desert sunflower..."

boom.....

With Crocodile's roar, the sandy land with a radius of [-] meters where the few people were suddenly turned into a huge sunken funnel-shaped sand pit. The surrounding yellow sand was constantly being swallowed by the black hole in the center of the huge sand pit. The black hole is like the giant mouth of a wild animal that can never be satisfied, constantly devouring the surrounding quicksand...

"Huchi... Huchi..."

The huge wings flapped rapidly, and Raphit grabbed Robin's arm and immediately prepared to fly into the air to evade...

"How could I let you, a bastard, escape..."

"The poison-relieving needle...die to me..."

Crocodile watched Lafitte soar into the air, opened his right hand and clenched his fist fiercely...

"Chi...chi chi..."

The yellow sand around Lafite seemed to suddenly come to life. Dozens of sharp spears formed from the yellow sand stabbed at Lafite at extremely fast speeds, making it impossible for him to fly away without any scruples, otherwise the constant thrusts would The coming yellow sand spear will definitely pierce him from behind immediately. Plus, it also brings a Robin, leaving Lafitte in a state of embarrassment...

Lafitte rushed left and right, the crutch sword in his hand already unsheathed, and he kept waving it, smashing the yellow sand spears that came towards him...

Lafitte, who was holding Robin in one hand and swinging his sword in the other, was struggling to move left and right at low altitude, struggling to hold on. The surrounding yellow sand was like a part of Crocodile's body, being driven by him at will. , completely blocking all of Lafitte's escape routes into the air...

"Stop looking down on people, you bastard..."

Seeing that Lafitte, who was already dwarfed and about to be unable to hold on, still refused to put down the Robin in his hand, Crocodile was completely angered. If he was not afraid of accidentally killing Nicole Robin, how could Lafitte, who had played a trick on him, let him Hold on for so long...

Lafitte once again relied on his dexterous spread of wings to move around, successfully avoiding a sudden stabbing spear. At the same time, he swung a sword in his hand and once again smashed a yellow sand stabbing spear.

Lafitte, who had been forced to fly at low altitudes, had just escaped two fatal blows and was temporarily stuck flying four or five meters above the ground. At this time, Lafite's old strength was exhausted and new strength had not yet been generated.

On the yellow sand ground below Lafitte, a sword-shaped yellow sand that was faster than a scorpion poisonous needle suddenly broke out of the sand and stabbed at the two Lafitte men who were stopped in mid-air without any scruples...

"Desert Great Sword..."

Too bad, I can't avoid it...