Onmyoji of the Grand Line

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The sea is flowing, and time is flowing swiftly.

The ocean has swallowed countless warships and crews, yet its mysteries remain unsolved.

More than 20 years ago, Gordes Rogers passed away.

"Oh, are you a drowning person?"

A big fat man said.

"In that case, he would be of no use to Mr. González."

Another tall and slender person answered.

A young man is lying on the pristine white beach.

Two pirates were looking down at him.

The obese pirate kicked the young man, rendering him motionless.

"That kid must be dead."

The tall pirate answered helplessly.

"This is truly disappointing. At least leave me something of value!"

In those days, a corpse drowned was like a dead starfish on the beach—no one would care. The fat pirate, also convinced the young man was doomed, bent down and reached out to grab the poor fellow.

Her hands were inside his clothes, in his pockets, and all over his body.

"How could a young lad possibly have any treasure?"

The tall pirate was taken aback.

"We should be able to get one or two taels of silver."

The greedy, obese pirate did not give up; he began rummaging through his pockets.

"This is a piece of gold."

"Hey, you can help me out too. Could you find me something?"

Before he could finish speaking, the obese pirate suddenly screamed and fell backward. The feeling was like being pierced through the head by a needle, mixed with a strange sense of pleasure.

"Who, who..."

The two pirates turned around at the same time.

Looking around, they realized they were the only two people on the beautiful beach.

"Hmm?" Chen Feng was slightly taken aback.

The fat pirate suddenly snapped out of his daze and glanced down.

At the feet of these people was an ancient suit of armor covered in red rust.

"what happened?"

"Why don't I remember?"

The two pirates exchanged bewildered glances; they indeed hadn't seen the object. Completely baffled, they focused their attention on the armor.

After a while.

Ha ha ha.

The armor immediately creaked and groaned.

Crack! The metal plates collided, and the battle axe in his hand slammed hard into the fat pirate's nose.

"Ah!" A scream rang out.

The fat man was startled and quickly backed away.

"Damn, what's going on?"

The tall pirate gripped his armor tightly.

A soft chuckle came from his helmet. It wasn't ghost armor, but rather a person wearing armor, though limbs and face were completely concealed, making him unrecognizable. The armor itself was rather ordinary in size, but the person was short, making him look like a three-headed doll.

"You brat, I'll see what you really look like!"

The tall pirate reached out and grabbed his helmet, then rudely tugged at it.

"Give me back my father! You damned pirates!"

This is a little girl. Her voice is still very young.

Beneath the mask was a child's face. He was not even ten years old.

"Hehe, you're a kid from here."

Realizing what was happening, the small pirate looked up.

"You brat, what a big mouth you have. Even those female pirates are far inferior."

The fat man was relieved to learn that it was a child.

He drew his dagger and began hacking wildly at the girl.

"I'm not a child, my name is Medaka!"

Click!

The armored girl kicked the tall man in the crotch, and judging from the sound, the kick was definitely not from someone who was easy to deal with.

"Hey, hello!"

One sword, and he was dead. The tall man's body convulsed violently before collapsing to the ground.

"Damn sailors!" Mercaka lunged again. "These are the people I hate the most!"

"Heh!" Nami sneered.

The obese pirate scrambled to avoid Mercaka's battle axe. Mercaka lunged forward and stomped hard on a corpse lying on the ground.

laugh!

The dead man (Zhao Hao) who had been kicked in the abdomen by Medaka immediately spat out a mouthful of saliva.

"Stinking rogue!"

"Just you wait, I'll make you pay!"

Enraged that a child had stolen the initiative, the pirates charged at Medaka. The two climbed back onto the corpse. The body spat out another mouthful of saliva.

"Ouch!"

Mercaka had reached a cliff on the shore when he suddenly turned and lunged at the pirates charging towards him.

"Go to hell!" a cold voice rang out.

The obese pirate swung his sword at Medaka.

Clang! A metallic clang rang out. The helmet deflected the sword. Mercaka pressed his advantage, slipping under the pirate's arm.

Chapter 314: Buggy's Treasure!

"Ahhh!" A scream rang out.

"You brat, let's see where you can run to now!"

That's how Mercaka and his sailors played. The pirates tried their best but couldn't catch Mercaka, who was running around with a large axe. He ran across the white sand countless times, each time stepping on the poor man. Each time, the mummified corpse would spit out a mouthful of water.

They ran and darted along the shore until Mercaka was driven ashore by the pirates.

"Hahaha, you filthy scoundrel!"

"They're really troublesome."

Several people were panting heavily.

"Hey!

Just then, a voice rang out from an unexpected place.

"Huh?" Nami was taken aback.

Everyone turned their heads away.

It was none other than the young man who had just died.

"You have trampled me terribly!"

"That's what the young man from 707 said."

A young man wearing a straw hat on his head.

Monkey. D.

His skin, tanned to a bronze hue in the sunlight, is a characteristic of a son of the ocean who grows up in the sea. On the left side of his face, there is a famous, mysteriously unknown scar that adds to his eerie appearance.

"Huh!" a voice rang out.

"I'm alive."