Pirate Bloody Hand Mary

"——"

"Don't underestimate me... Attila."

Long remembered that Attila had just brushed off his name before, but at that time he never expected that the other party could be so strong.

"You are strong, very strong, one of the strongest people I have ever seen."

"I even think you are better than Roger at his peak that I have ever seen."

"but……"

"I am a dragon."

Attila felt unsteady while standing, and a light feeling came from the soles of his feet.

The wind is blowing slowly, moving the earth together.

The wind now is not as violent as before...but sometimes, the gentle erosion is more troublesome.

The land of the entire island slowly floated up under the impetus of the wind disk that equally covered the entire island of white soil.

"I promised my companions, made a pact with my comrades, and became the enemy of the world."

"I have known for a long time that I will have to face a powerful enemy like you sooner or later. I don't know if there is anyone in the World Government who is more powerful than you, and if there is anyone who can easily crush me."

"But I am a fighter for the Revolutionary Army, a fighter for the Desert Alliance, and a fighter for millions of people."

The dragon's hands suddenly rose, and Attila's figure flew into the sky uncontrollably.

Up to now, Attila still has not been able to overcome the dragon's control of the fluid in his body, and the blood flow is still slow and stagnant.

Fighting against the power left by the dragon in his body had already cost him a lot of effort.

Attila was unable to effectively resist the dragon's move of blowing him away.

When Attila was blown thousands of meters above the ground by the dragon's wind, Attila's upward movement finally stopped.

At this time, dozens of wind blue dragons with a radius of hundreds poured out from the edge of the island, surrounding Attila from all directions, mixed with countless earth and rocks, staring at him like living creatures.

Dark clouds gathered over the White Earth Island, and heavy rain fell amid lightning and thunder.

"I give up on the justice of the Navy just because the Navy cannot provide a way to realize my ideals, and the next opportunity to break the situation may not be waiting for me in the future."

“In a world where the world government is in power, where does a person who pursues equality fit in?”

"So I created the Revolutionary Army to fight for my life. And my wind blew my beliefs around the world, allowing like-minded people to march alongside me."

"Until now, the blood of justice is finally reborn on the sea."

Dozens of blue dragons roared, storms roared, and the sea formed a huge whirlpool of tens of kilometers around the White Earth Island.

The sky and the earth changed suddenly, and the air continued to converge towards this small island that was not even marked on the map at wind speeds that exceeded the limit, making the air on the small island gradually become suffocating.

The blue overlord color continued to spread, blowing with the wind, blowing into Attila's mind.

He seemed to hear the roar of an ancient dragon.

"The wind has picked up."

"The flow cannot stop, just as the glimmer of pursuit of history has never stopped for eight hundred years, just as people fighting for justice have continued one after another for eight hundred years."

"The wind can speak. I can feel it - how many people's responsibilities and hopes are gathered here now."

"So, at least, until we see the dawn of the world government's destruction -"

"I won't lose."

Long slowly closed his hands.

Dozens of giant dragons immediately rushed towards Attila from all directions and collided with him head-on.

The violent turbulence coming from dozens of different directions completely disrupted the flow of the entire space and made it unpredictable. These turbulent winds formed a constantly turbulent sphere, and the friction between the mixed earth and rocks produced raging fire, causing a second sun to appear over the White Earth Island.

"Dragon Funeral Ceremony——"

"Perish in the storm, Attila!"

Light and space seemed to collapse and twist around that point, and the world seemed to form a vortex around that point.

This is the fluid power of the dragon.

He was making everything around him press against Attila, trying to completely end the other person's life in this way.

For a long, long time, the dragon heard no other sounds.

He could only hear the howling of the wind, the rumbling in his ears, the friction of earth and rocks, and the sound of burning fire.

Until a heartbeat sounded.

Long, his expression suddenly changed.

"this……"

"winter."

"Such a physique..."

"winter."

"Such domineering..."

"winter."

"You are not from this era, definitely not..."

"boom!!!"

A huge explosion sounded, and the Domain of Wind that Long had spent all his efforts to forge was blasted from the inside by Attila in the simplest and crudest way.

He tried to continue to control the flow of bodily fluids in Attila's body, but the extremely powerful armed color Haki did not allow anyone to touch this body.

The moment the smoke cleared, Long's eyes widened.

——

It was a pair of wings, a pair of incomplete wings.

A pair of black wings slowly opened behind Attila.

His broken armor was dripping with blood. The dragon's attack just now was not without effect.

But for the display in front of me, these are just minor injuries that are innocuous.

A pair of black wings flapped, causing him to float at about the same height as the dragon, and he raised his head.

The helmet had been broken into pieces, and a weathered face came into Long's eyes.

"...I see, it does make sense for you to be able to develop the fruit to this extent."

“It’s not surprising that a person with this kind of belief, coupled with a certain amount of talent, would reach this point.”

"but……"

"That's all."

Attila said coldly.

"……What?"

Long opened his eyes wide and looked at the calm Attila.

“There is never a shortage of people who put out fires for everyone.”

"And you are just another person I have seen in my long life."

"I have seen many such people in the past eight hundred years, and you are just one of them. What kind of hope can you bring?"

"Your strength is not enough, not enough. With this strength alone, you can't do anything."

Attila half-closed his eyelids and let out a long sigh.

But Long heard an incredible message from these words.

"For eight hundred years——"

His eyes suddenly shrank and he stared at Attila.

"You came from eight hundred years ago!?"

"Older. Nine hundred years ago, or a thousand years ago, I can't remember. The Lunaria are inherently long-lived."

Attila said indifferently.

"I told you, I am the general of a huge kingdom."

"Before the World Government, the world was ruled by giant kingdoms."

"..."

This terrifying amount of information caused Long's brain to shut down for a moment.

After a long silence, he couldn't help but say:

"Even for the Lunarian clan, it would be too much to live for such a long time."

Dragons know that there are means of immortality in this world, such as the immortality surgery of surgical fruits, and the ability of pure gold to maintain vitality.

But intuitively, he felt that everyone was mortal, and the so-called immortality was more of a legend. Otherwise, it is impossible for a person of his status not to know that immortals exist in the world.

Even before, he had never thought about this direction as the supreme ruler of the world government standing behind the Five Old Stars.

But now, a man who said he lived from an era eight hundred years ago or even older appeared in front of him.

And Long didn't have much objection to the authenticity of this sentence. There was no need for a strong man of this strength to make such a joke.

He knew about the Lunaria race. The World Government had once culled this race on a large scale. It was said that Kaido's men were all the relics of this race. Now he saw another one.

Could it be that the reason why this rare race was culled...is that because of their longevity, they may know many secrets that the world government does not want to know?

"Although the average Lunarian tribe has a long life, they don't live long."

Attila said: "Every Lunarian will face endless wars from birth until death. I am just a special case."

"Even I will die, but I don't know when I will die, where I will die, or whether I will die now."

Attila's words are not lies. Although pure gold can maintain vitality and greatly slow down the loss of vitality, a machine, no matter how well maintained, will eventually become scrapped.

Even if Attila continues to live, he will one day reach the end of his life. It's just that the blood of his race and his strong body gave him more time.

"Death will come, but it's up to you."

"My goal has not been achieved, so even if you are burdened with so-called hopes, so-called justice, so-called faith..."

"Even if you think you are destined to defeat me, even if you think justice will always come, this is the destined future..."

"I don't believe it either."

He crossed the spear, wiped the blood spatter on his face, and then looked at the dragon with indifferent eyes.

"It's not enough for you to kill me."

"All of you combined are not enough."

Long doesn't know who this so-called "you" refers to, is it the revolutionary army? Is it Desert United? Is it the navy including Mary? Or something else...

But he could feel that Attila's indestructible will was as towering as a mountain reaching the sky.

Looking at Attila with a solemn and calm expression, Long suddenly asked out of nowhere:

"...You said you are from the Lunaria tribe, but as far as I know, the World Government has issued an extermination order against the Lunaria tribe."

"And you yourself claim to be the general of a huge kingdom... Come to think of it, you don't recognize yourself as a member of the world government."

"In that case, why are you fighting?"

Long asked in a low voice: "Why do you want to conquer the Desert United for the World Government?"

"What is your so-called purpose...?"

"I'm fighting for the dead." Attila lowered his head slightly, "The relationship between the Lunaria clan and the World Government is not as simple as you think. Use your own knowledge to imagine what you don't understand. Things are stupid.”

"Fighting for the dead?"

Long was stunned for a moment, his mind racing with thoughts.

If he was fighting for the dead... was this dead member of his family or his partner?

It can't be a stranger.

In other words, what drives the opponent to fight now is emotion.

And the other party does not recognize the world government, so what conditions does the world government use to order him?

Some kind of benefit? Some kind of interest in the deceased?

But... Long now at least understands one thing, that is, the relationship between the other party and the world government is not close.

So is it possible to win over to the side of the Revolutionary Army like Edwide Saint did?

With this thought in mind, Long said:

"Attila, world government..."

"No need to continue, I know what you want to say."

Long didn't say half of what he said before Attila interrupted.

Before Long could respond, Attila's hoarse voice came again:

"Nine hundred years ago, someone said the same thing to me. Eight hundred years ago, someone also said the same thing to me."

"It's just that they want me to join another camp."

"...What can the World Government give you? Maybe the Desert United can, too."

Long said with narrowed eyes.

"You can't do it."

"Why? If it's not strong enough..."

"You can't do it."

"...resources..."

"You can't do it."

Attila interrupted Long three times in a row, so that Long could no longer follow up.

Facing Attila, Long felt a deep sense of powerlessness for the first time.

Not only did he feel the unbeatable pressure again for a long time in terms of strength, but he was also suppressed for the first time in terms of experience and thoughts.

"I will only believe in one person, and none of you have that person's belief. You cannot have a positive effect on my purpose, and you will stop me."

Attila said with great conviction: "A man named Qiao Yin Boyin once said similar things, but he broke his promise in the end. And now you are far inferior to him."

"What do you want me to believe in you?"

"Qiao Yin Boyin..."

Mr. Long felt that this name was very familiar, but now was not the time to think about it.

"What if we can defeat the World Government, defeat [the person] you mentioned?"

"That means I lost, that's all."

Attila shook his head: "Whether it's miserable or stupid, if you can really defeat him, then my life will be meaningless."

"So, no need to say more, just fight if you want."

"You are a pure warrior... Although I can't understand it, your persistence is touching."

Long sighed, looking at Attila's unwavering expression from the beginning, he finally understood that he had made one mistake from beginning to end.

The opponent is not a fighter with ideals, nor is he a wise man who thinks about things before and after. He is a pure warrior.

This kind of warrior is the simplest and most stubborn. It is impossible to defeat him with just a few words.

"You must have many like-minded people..." Long lowered his body, "I can only forgive me for being disrespectful."

"No matter what the outcome is in the future, I think Feng will pass on your will."

"I don't need a mouthpiece like this."

Until the end, Attila still choked Long.

"If the wind can really talk, let it shut up."

"Although I don't think the wind can talk."

"...That's all."

Long thought for a while but said nothing, and just took up his stance again.

"Let's keep fighting."