Chapter 209： Loya's Everyday

Huh!

Under the blessing of Loya's strange power and inertia, the Thunderstone was like a meteorite, wrapped in a strong wind, and instantly fell into Hook's unhealed head.

At that speed, even Shanks failed to see the movement of the Thunderstone. There was only a bright trace on the retina, telling him where the stone had gone.

But at this moment he doesn't care about this at all. He only knows now that Loya is smashing and activating the Stone of Thunder to kill Hook.

So here comes the problem ...

I remember ... This thing will explode when it comes into contact with Titan, right?

Shanks pondered his chin, and then he suddenly found himself flying backwards, as if someone was pulling his collar and dragging him to run.

In fact, it is true ...

"Well? Beckman, what are you doing?"

"What ... what?" Beckman almost let go of his hand when Shanks uttered a word, but in order to avoid the end of a shameless emperor, he resisted the impulse.

"Certainly, Captain! Did you forget why Stomach Island?"

As the fattest one of the crew, Rakiro was the fastest one. He explained quickly, and then continued to run wildly.

"Oh, yes! Thunderstone will explode when it meets Titan! And it is more terrifying than bomb rock!"

Shanks realized with a hammer.

"Then you don't run by yourself!" Beckman yelled, throwing Shanks out.

...

Just before Shanks and others ran for fun, the Bibi family castle ... far away from the town ... the ruins.

"Get out of here, let me!"

With that said, the Mole came forward with a silent look of soldiers.

If it wasn't for the love of the knife, he would have shot it early in the morning.

But it's not too late now, Loya and Shanks are negotiating on Simon's side, so don't worry about him.

As long as you catch the bug yourself, you can kill or kill.

Standing in front of the huge iceberg, the mole held the scabbard in one hand, grasped the hilt in one hand, and slightly bent his knees, maintaining a squatting posture.

After a few seconds, he widened his eyes, stepped on his right foot, and pulled out his sword.

"Falcat Dance!"

Huh!

Obviously just wielding a sword, but he shot countless dazzling blue and white swords. These blue-and-white sword qi were connected into one piece, like storms, and immediately covered the iceberg in front of them.

Bang ... wow!

The sharp sword air hit the iceberg, and a dull crackling sound continued to sound.

The power of these swords is amazing. Even if they face the ice cubes made by Luo Ya's magic, they can still leave a deep groove. Under the baptism of Jianqi, soon, piles of crushed ice residues splashed down from the iceberg.

In the face of the mole's full blow, the hard iceberg collapsed like a crispy biscuit, quickly falling to the naked eye.

"Too ... wonderful, it's a Lieutenant General Mole!"

"It's a horrible force to cut such a hard iceberg just by breaking it."

Looking at the scene in front of him, the soldiers around the navy carrying shovels and hoees showed shocked expressions.

But then again ...

So, since you can cut the iceberg so easily, why did we go digging just now!

Blisters come out of my hand, Mole Sama!

Feeling the resentful glances of the soldiers around him, the Mole did not see it, and continued to caressed the increasingly wide gap in the love knife.

"No, no more attacks."

Taking a sip and breaking it completely, for a sword, those are absolutely opposite situations.

The former only needs to find a master-level craftsman, and there is a chance to repair it at a price.

For the latter, it can only be declared obsolete.

After all, they are the only remaining sharp knives in the world. If they can be recast at will, they will not be only twenty-one.

Just as the Mole was distressed by his weapon, from the ever-falling iceberg, a blood-colored granulation with a thumb thickness shot out suddenly, and the target pointed directly at his head.

The speed of the red granulation was so fast, but in less than a second, it had reached the position of less than ten centimeters in the back of the mole.

Seeing this, Deye, who had been frozen in the iceberg for a long time, could not help showing a ugly smile. As he moved, the horrible frosty skin on his face shattered immediately, revealing the stiff pink muscles inside.

Among the people present, only this purple hair could pose a threat to him. As long as he was killed, no one could stop him from running away.

The most important thing is that since the monster has not returned, you must seize this god-given opportunity!

With the cover of ice cubes and smoke and dust, when the granulation was about to penetrate the mole's head, the joy in Deye's eyes was not concealed. He seemed to have seen the scene of the mole's white brain splashing out.

However, at this moment, a shadow shrouded the mole's head.

Ding!

The granulation still pierced the mole's head as expected, but that's it.

"Those who are black are ... army domineering !!"

Deye widened his eyes and inherited the memory of the Bibi clan patriarch. He naturally recognized this power. Knowing that the sneak attack failed, Deye was ready to escape subconsciously, but saw the mole turn his head with an old face, and his body was full of murderous energy.

It was indeed an old face, because when the attack came, the Mole could only wrap his entire head directly with an armed domineering, and hardened.

Now his face was black and he was armed and domineering.

Through the smoke and dust, Mole's eyes were locked on Dede, and he paused on the frozen purple skin for another second, and then stroked the sword handle.

"I heard that your body is just the piece of meat on the spine, right?" The Mole calmly spoke, speaking calmly.

"So, your head is a bit redundant now."

"I ...!" Deye was about to say something, a sword light interrupted him.

Uh ...

This is the sound of a sharp blade cutting into the flesh, and Deye is familiar with it, because it uses granulation to form a sharp blade to penetrate other people more than once. However, in the past, the sound was uploaded by someone else, but this time, the sound is so close and within easy reach.

"S ... aah !!!"

The harsh, screaming sound echoed over the empty ruins, stern and desperate.

...

Naval Headquarters, Marshal's Office.

Bruble, Bruble.

Click ...

The Warring States who was looking through the documents picked up the phone bug with one hand without raising his head, and his eyes continued on the documents in front of him.

"Hey, who? What's the matter?"

"Marshal, there was a big explosion in the direction of Ian Island just now. Do I need to go over it?" The voice coming from the phone bug was a little lazy and casual, as if it was calmly speaking Chinese.

However, what he said was to make the Warring States listen straight.

"Ian Island ...?"

The Warring States dropped the document, and was a little helpless holding his forehead: "Lona's **** again? Is he a bomber! Where did he blow up ?!"

Loya is just a human-shaped self-propelled bomb ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Where you go, you can declare GG. From Heathrow, to Chris Weiya, and now Ian Island, this is the case.

At the other end of the phone, in a office, a dark-haired man turned the emerald flute on his hand and fell into silence.

Well ... how to interface?

I am just a major general, or a major general in a branch. This kind of topic involving the lieutenant general of this department, or the most prestigious 17th lieutenant general of the department recently, or do not speak well?

So after the Warring States Period, both sides fell into silence at the same time.

After a long time, the Warring States glanced at the phone bug and waved his hand: "Go, take the doctor by the way. Notify Lieutenant General Habulo and let him prepare them for supplies."

"Yes! Marshal of the Warring States!"

After speaking, Major-General Alex hung up the phone bug and turned to leave the office.