Pirate Bloody Hand Mary

"boom!"

"boom!"

The battle in the submarine base is still going on. The researchers have already evacuated the base that may collapse at any time. There are only three people left on the entire seabed who are still fighting tirelessly.

After taking Attila's shot again, before Edved Saint had time to breathe, he was stabbed in the back by War.

"Back off!"

As he roared, Overlord Color wrapped around his arm and swung it violently behind him, smashing the war away.

The next moment, Attila had already held a gun in both hands and cocked it brazenly.

"Qiang!"

After all, Saint Edved could not resist Attila's slash with one hand. The sword blade only blocked it for a moment, and the tip of the spear pressed against his shoulder.

As blood spattered, the battle fell into a brief stalemate.

"This is the ultimatum, Edweed!" Attila roared in a deep voice, "Surrender and swear allegiance, and I can still let you go."

"I reject."

Saint Edved grinned, "My mission was completed a long time ago, and now that I die here, it is a worthy death."

"Why? You were living a humble existence ten years ago, but now you have such momentum?"

Attila asked in a low voice.

"Ten years ago, I wanted to protect my sister, Attila."

"But now, she no longer needs my protection. Then it's time to atone for everything I did in the past."

As Saint Edved said, the overlord color on his body became stronger again.

Originally, he was a very arrogant person.

Extreme talent and resourcefulness, a prophetic gift given by the fruit of power, handsome appearance, noble birth...

All gave him the capital to be arrogant.

However, over the years, countless heavy pressures prevented him from doing whatever he wanted and could only suppress himself again and again.

Make yourself appear calm, steady, and able to serve as the backbone of others.

And now...

He could finally be as arrogant as he wanted.

At this time, not to mention Zhan felt the stagnation in his body, even Attila felt the tingling sensation on his skin.

"Souls that have fallen due to despair and grief, cowards who live quietly for the sake of temporary stability, criminals who sacrifice their partners to protect their loved ones, can actually make it this far!"

"Although I still want to continue to help her, if this life can pave the way for them -"

"That's just what I want!"

The sword energy surged out, and the entire undersea base was cut off in the middle by the aftermath. A huge amount of sea water poured in, but the next moment, it was blocked by the overbearing color that was released.

At this time, Saint Edved's overlord color had become violent to an incredible level, as sharp as a lament before death.

"This is just a pointless struggle, Edweed, your life will stop here, I will kill you."

After Attila said this, the originally dark armed color of the spear in his hand suddenly disappeared. The next moment, the spear pierced his heart.

"I've been looking forward to this moment for a long time."

"If the strongest man in this world can send me on my way, even in the underworld, I can brag about it with the strong men in history, right!?"

Saint Edweide laughed crazily, completely ignoring Attila's attack, and stabbed the opponent's throat with the long sword in his hand.

"Keep getting stronger, keep getting stronger, in order to protect your family."

"You and I are alike in this, Attila!"

"Tear!"

After all, Attila did not have the consciousness of exchanging one life for another like Saint Edved. He turned his body sideways, and the tip of the gun in his hand also deflected, only tearing Saint Edved's chest.

He was also aroused, and the long-lost fighting spirit began to well up in his heart.

"This is the path to destruction, why don't you understand that!?"

Attila also roared in anger.

However, this sentence is more like a self-mockery than a scolding of Saint Edved.

"Life has its limits. No matter how powerful a person is, it is impossible to protect others with strength alone!"

"boom!"

The collision of guns and swords, and the violent air waves caused the entire seabed to shake.

At this time, Zhan Zhan no longer dared to intervene in this level of battle.

"This is just your own limit!" Saint Edweide smashed Attila's spear away. "For eight hundred years, you have given up improving yourself and instead sacrificed the lives of other people to do some wishful thinking."

"You have closed yourself off and are unwilling to accept reality. This is just your own limit, Attila!"

"asshole!"

The tip of the spear and the tip of the sword collided, and the two domineering forces collided.

"boom!"

After the loud noise, the overlord-colored domineering entanglement on Edved's holy sword collapsed.

The next moment, armed domineering energy wrapped around him.

"boom!"

The armed domineering force collapsed, and the body of the sharp sword met the peak domineering power of Arti**.

"Kacha—"

With a crisp sound, the sword that had accompanied Saint Edwine throughout his life shattered.

However……

"call!"

The tip of the spear grazed Saint Edved's body, cutting off a whole section of flesh on his arm.

But he dodged the shot.

Then, a punch entwined with Overlord Haki and Armed Haki hit Attila hard on the cheek!

"puff!"

The blow was so severe that Attila's hand loosened slightly, and Saint Edweide quickly kicked his hand.

Attila's gun was kicked away.

"General Attila!..."

Zhan Zhan exclaimed when he saw this. Just as he was about to step forward, he was interrupted by a sharp shout:

"Stop it, Justus!"

"I want to teach this ignorant boy a lesson myself!"

Attila swallowed a mouthful of blood foam, and then punched out with his bare hands, clashing with Saint Edved's fist.

"Kid, tell me, where is your limit!?"

Attila said filial piety: "You can't even defeat me, so what are you talking about here?"

"Ah, yes, I really can't defeat you. I can't get stronger anymore."

Edved Saint's arm made an overwhelming sound of breaking, and the blood on his shoulder spattered on his face.

"But that's not my limit."

"My will has long been inherited by others, and my power will also allow future generations to grow. And she will definitely become stronger than me in the future, and then defeat you."

"The gloomy sky that only knows how to swallow life will be stabbed with a hole. The sun will rise again."

"The inheritance between life and death, this is the limit, the limit without upper limit. But you have locked this path yourself, Attila!"

"Shut up, shut up, shut up! That's nonsense!"

Attila threw off his helmet, his bloodshot eyes and volcanic anger filling his face.

"shut up!"

"puff!"

Edved Saint's arm finally couldn't bear the heavy pressure and was completely severed.

Attila's punch was unstoppable, and it smashed into Edved Saint's chest along with his severed arm.

The arms as thick as trees instantly penetrated Saint Edved's body.

"!"

The battlefield suddenly became quiet.

The only sound left was Attila's heavy breathing.

Zhan Zhan swallowed.

"……finished?"

"'Let me see your strength, Teacher Attila'."

A hoarse voice sounded.

Saint Edved slowly hugged Attila's arms with both hands.

"Ten years ago, I said this."

"..." Attila looked at Edved Saint expressionlessly, his eyes widening.

"Ahem..."

There was a sound of bubbles coming from Edwide Saint's cough.

The chest was punctured, the lungs were ruptured, and gas mixed with blood surged up.

Blood continued to overflow from the corners of Saint Edved's mouth.

He could feel his heart slowly stopping.

Although with his strength, he can still last for a long time, such an injury is still a fatal injury.

"..."

Are you finally dying?

He is finally going to die.

"Hehehehe..."

Edwide Saint let out a burst of laughter that made the two people beside him have their hair on end.

…

Whether it was true or not, both sisters got away alive.

Mary's achievements have surpassed her own, and the resources she has at her disposal will be in her hands.

She has given everything she has, and she no longer needs her own protection.

With no one behind him, why should he be afraid of death?

"Attila...my fruit ability can spy on destiny...did you know?"

He raised his head and faced Attila with his bloody face.

"I relied on it...to become your student and make friends with the plague...Ten years ago, I always...believed in fate."

"Until one day, fate told me that my sister... would definitely die in your hands."

"..."

"so?"

Blood dripped from the tips of Attila's fists.

"So, I don't believe it."

"If everything... must be like this... then I will tear up fate!"

"Hahahahaha——"

Saint Edved laughed wildly, and the whole world seemed to tremble with his laughter.

I killed Yin Wan and left Vinicius to wander outside, losing all honor and bowing to the enemy who killed his mother.

I don't deserve your love, Vinicius, and you have been right to give me the cold shoulder.

With his old lungs inflated, he shouted:

"Teacher Attila, let me see what you are capable of. Live and see how everything you have built over the past eight hundred years will be destroyed..."

Saint Edved's mouth was filled with dense blood foam, and his voice became increasingly muffled.

Attila's vagina tightened.

"You monster..."

"I am a monster created by you." Saint Edved stretched out his hand tremblingly and pressed it on Attila's chest.

"You changed me. You gave me a new life and gave me this terrifying face."

"The king and the general..."

"For those of you who have been sitting back and watching, have you ever thought... that the chess pieces will get out of control?"

"call……"

As Saint Edved's words fell, his domineering aura boiled over.

The domineering energy shrank sharply, and the sea water that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly poured in, but Attila could no longer care about this at this time.

In a small room, the domineering aura of Overlord Color was as strong as liquid.

"you!……"

He wanted to pull out his arm, but Saint Edved used his whole body to forcefully hold Attila. The hand on Attila's arm bent, and his fingers were almost carved into his flesh. .

"Yes, I am your monster! Your sore!"

"I am the prelude to your destruction, the harbinger of natural disasters!"

The hand that was originally pressing on Attila's chest suddenly grabbed back, turned it to his back, and pulled out the broken ribs in his punctured chest.

Then, the domineering aura that filled the room disappeared instantly.

But the ribs were covered with a layer of dull red.

The world's top overlord color and domineering energy are now gathered on a small rib.

The arrogant smile that had been on Edvid Saint's face since the beginning of the battle finally disappeared, and several figures flashed in his deep eyes.

Mother, Yin Wan, White Dragon, Black Knight, Gabriel, Magik Saint...

There are also Mary and Venus, one black and one white.

"I am Livingstone Edwyd, Attila, remember it!"

"Remember it for another eight hundred years!"

A red light flashed, and the sharp bone tip pierced Attila's heart.

And Attila knew that he could not block this blow.

A dying man focused all his strength on this blow, this extremely pure overlord color...

I can't stop myself.

Moreover, even if Saint Edved is killed now, the power of this blow will not be weakened at all.

Zhan Zhan ignored Attila's warning and stepped forward to help Attila block the blow.

However, as if time had been stuck, the sea water poured in suddenly, and War, as a user with fruit abilities, was directly swept out by the sea water.

That……

Attila, who had no external help, gritted his teeth and widened his eyes. The hand that was not stuck turned into a knife shape and cut off the stuck arm with one knife.

"……Ha ha……"

Edwide showed a relieved smile.

Later, the body was swept out by the sea water.

Attila didn't even bother to pick up his severed arm, because the war had been swept away by the whirlpool formed by the turbulent sea water. He is the only person he can call family, and Attila must save him.

"Justus!"

He ignored Saint Edved and rushed out in the direction where the war was swept away.

Saint Edved was constantly being thrown away by the sea water. After losing his strength, the arm stuck in his chest was also pulled out.

Seawater poured in through the gap in his body, causing his consciousness to blur and blood to disperse.

Gradually it drifted away, until it drifted out of the submarine base, and the field of vision became a lake.

Attila and others disappeared.

"It's better to let him lose an arm. It's not a loss, it's not a loss..."

His voice was quickly drowned out by the sound of the current.

"I left you with a mess. I took the first step. I'm sorry..."

"..."

"What will the new world look like?..."

"Vinicius..."

"Mary..."

His body kept sinking, sinking...

Finally, only an intermittent singing voice came from the abyss:

"The saint said: Follow me. And the land emerged."

"The saint said: Listen to the voice of heaven. Then the light shone down."

"All men are born equal and die equal..."

"When the sun rises, people are united..."

This is the hymn of the Kingdom of Holy Religion. When the two were young, their mother often sang it to them.

The sound kept getting weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared into darkness.

…

Farewell, Vinicius.

The cold seabed is lifeless, the sun cannot shine here, and the ocean currents do not pass through it.

The ocean doesn't have much preference for this bad land, and there is always a dead silence on the empty sand.

But today, an ordinary and mutilated corpse broke the silence here.

If a person dies here, the empty seabed will become his graveyard, and the broken ruins will become his tombstone.

Forever.