Chapter 40

The hostility of the villagers made the flying squirrels suffer, unable to deceive themselves and others and exercise justice against lowett.

But smog woke him up.

They know that these darkness still walk on the road of justice.

Thinking about the former smog, who was too radical and ruffian, the flying squirrels not only didn't feel ashamed, but always felt very uneasy.

After all, the sea belongs to young people. Each generation has its own tide setters.

Smog had this kind of consciousness, so that the flying squirrel finally smelled a trace of freshness from the rotten and old air in the East China Sea.

So never let him break here!

The flying squirrel made up his mind.

What if you carry thousands of curses and are not understood? As long as hope remains, everything will not end.

and,

Smog is not over yet!

Shua... Shasha!

When the gravel rolled off his clothes, smog slowly got up, clenched his ten hands and asked, "what kind of ability is this?"

"Magic!"

Lowett clubbed his stick on the ground, overlapping his left hand and right hand.

"Black magic, undead magic, evil witchcraft, whatever you call it."

Lowett has always been not afraid to expose the existence of magic to the real core of the world: the world government.

One of them is that they can't keep secret. The magic power is too maverick. The pride of being a title Archmage does not allow him to hide like other novel protagonists.

At the same time

Since the smuggling experiment was in the right direction, he is bound to continue.

Even if you can't find the answer to the ultimate puzzle, you have to find your own place.

That requires a lot of resources

"Magic?"

Smog sneered, "you don't seem to know the devil fruit?"

He regarded lowett as the lowest East China Sea aborigine.

In the East China Sea, devil fruit belongs to legend, which is rare in the whole East China Sea.

Including Luffy, smog and Bucky, their demon fruits were not obtained in the East China Sea.

“……”

At the sound of the speech, lowett's face twitched.

It's not as good as a dragon.

To tell the truth, the Dragon fool soon believed it, but smog, who has naval intelligence sources, believes that he knows countless secrets of the world, so he firmly believes that this is an unknown fruit ability.

[since the day when the gods we once worshipped by hand blade, I have been thinking whether the magic we now regard as truth is another kind of superstition and worship?]

Thinking of the famous words left by the early leaders of the holy ten engraved on the wall of the holy ten Council, lowett sighed.

"All the same!"

"Well..."

He sighed, put away his walking stick, clamped it in his arm and smiled.

"Then I'll show you the difference between magic and devil fruit."

Is it magic?

Smog pulled his eyelids.

To say this, lowett knows the devil's fruit.

But why do you bite the magic?

He doesn't look like a cult leader, does he?

"I always feel like you're thinking about something rude..."

Lowett narrowed his eyes and suppressed the breath of his soul.

Buzz!!

More than ten times the vast soul of ordinary people rushed forward. Hundreds of meters away, the soldiers suddenly had shortness of breath and dilated pupils. Unlike the sense of oppression from the overlord ribbon, the suppression at the soul level will only produce an instinct called "fear".

In the sight of ordinary people, lowett instantly turned into an invisible and unheard beast. The world was gray, and the tiny self kept falling and falling into the abyss in front of him.

"Domineering?!"

"... no, no! This power..."

The flying squirrel's eyes were shocked.

"How can I feel facing big mom?"

Feeling the fear born from the bottom of his heart, Smog's eyes sank, and the soles of his feet pushed away the yellow sand, unwilling to show weakness.

"Oh? Then I have to... Wait and see!"

Boom!

The voice fell, smog burst out, and the whole person turned into a black line and quickly narrowed the distance.

White Dance!

At the same time, he waved his arms, clenched his fist in his left hand and held a stick in his right hand. White smoke extended his arms like two whips to attack like a storm.

Bang bang!!

"Are you thinking about farting?!"

Without lowett's command, the ghost bone shield automatically floated in front of him to resist the attack and made a muffled sound.

Take people's money to eliminate disasters for others.

As the summoners specially made by the great emperor of skeleton mountain to conclude a contract with the necromancer, they end up very miserable if they don't do anything with money.

"Annoying bones!"

Smog's eyes were dignified, and the firmness of the shield was beyond his expectation. They all look white bones, but they are harder than steel.

All the attacks are blocked and can't break through for a while.

"But my goal has been achieved!"

Shua!

The storm like attack suddenly disappeared, smog stretched out his hands and bit his cigar with his teeth.

"White wind!"

Poof

The air leakage noise came out, Smog's arms turned into clouds, and a steady stream of white smoke emerged from his shoulder, enveloping everything.

The smoke is different from the white fist, but like a transpiration of water mist, large pieces extend in all directions.

This is his strongest killing move at present, white wind!

Using the dispersion characteristics of smoke itself, a white smoke shrouded area that can hardly be destroyed is created.

It seems that people and animals are harmless, but these fumes belong to him. He can control them to solidify again anytime and anywhere, bind and even suffocate his opponent!

"I see. With the help of random fighting to confuse my sight, I actually shorten the distance, so that I have nowhere to hide."

I don't know when smog has approached lowett less than ten meters.

At such a distance, white smoke enveloped the whole port in an instant, behind which was the ocean, and lowett could not hide.

With a keen final routine, ask for recommendation and collection!