Death of the Celestial Dragon

Just as Rosewald was feeling comfortable, there was a sudden roar from outside.

Even the palace trembled slightly.

"Ah! Earth ... earthquake?"

"Maybe it's thunder."

"These idiots! Can't even hear the sound of such an obvious shell." Rosewald bristled disdainfully, "Someone, go find out what's going on for me."

"Honorable Saint Rosewald, it's a riot, a slave riot." Snakewood, who went out to arrest people before, appeared at the right time and said, "Just now, the slaves of all the major auction houses were let go by a madman, and those slaves united and frantically stormed the order while escaping."

"Right now, the entire Sabaody Archipelago are in chaos."

And because of this, he rushed back without stopping.

Of course, this is something he would not dare to say out loud.

Don't expect that this will move these Celestial Dragon Masters; they are more likely to think that he dared to underestimate the "wise and powerful" descendants of God and anger at him.

Hearing Snakewood's explanation, these Celestial Dragons were not only not afraid but vaguely excited inside.

After all, they instinctively believe that there is absolutely no one in this world who dares to be disrespectful to the descendants of God.

"Slave riots, sounds like fun!"

"Do those pariahs actually have the courage to resist?"

"Gentlemen, I've come up with a new game." Rosewald laughed, "Why don't we go to the Marine Corps and ask for a few warships, then fire them off the coast and see whoever kills the most pariahs at the end wins."

"Yeah, yeah!" A snotty-nosed Celestial Dragon exclaimed excitedly, "It's so much fun to upgrade the shooting contest to an artillery competition!"

"What a perfect idea!" The Celestial Dragon who had planned to play this killing game before was even more excited to no end, "I was worried that those slaves of yours were not enough to show my valor, but now it's good, so many pariahs must be enough for me to hunt!"

"Haha! That's ..." Rosewald was joking when he was suddenly shocked by a short scream and sat on his buttocks.

The remaining few Celestial Dragons were even worse, losing half of their souls.

"Bastard! Who's going crazy there?" Rosewald, who had come back to his senses, said in annoyance.

However, the front room where the sound came from was dead silent.

"What a strong blood smell!" Snakewood's nose twitched slightly and quickly went on alert, "Lord Saint Rosewald, be careful, it might be an assassin!"

"What? Assassin?" The rest of the Celestial Dragons came back to their senses and shouted incredulously, "How could any pariah dare to disrespect the descendants of God!"

Tak! Ta! Ta!

It is not the sound of footsteps, but the sound made by... blood dripping to the ground.

"All failed, then, will it be in your place?"

Apophis, wearing a ghost mask and holding a blood-stained longsword in his hand, came from the front hall along with a gibberish whisper.

Others may still be unfamiliar with his look, but CP0 not.

After all, the other side is stepping on their corpses to achieve their fame.

"It's that madman, the Red Swordsman!" After recognizing Apophis at a glance, beads of sweat seeped out from beneath Snakewood's mask.

Others may still be concerned about the Celestial Dragons' reputation but replaced by the Red Swordsman, a complete madman; no matter what out of the ordinary things he does, it will not surprise him.

Therefore, he gave the order as fast as he could in his life and said, "Hurry up and take several adults to take refuge, and urgently call the government and the marine, saying that someone is trying to harm the Celestial Dragons and asking them to ..."

Bang!

Before he finished the words, Snakewood was thrown by a considerable force, collapsing several walls and then buried in the rubble.

"It's a lie, isn't it? Chief Snakewood was killed directly in seconds?" The rest of CP0 asked incredulously.

"It's the Red Swordsman Apophis, the madman who killed Captain Humphrey four years ago!" There CP0 recalled the fear that the other party used to bring, and his right hand unconsciously shrank down into his sleeve robe.

A blood-colored sword ray flew by.

"Ahhh!"

While the arm flew up in mid-air, a Den Den Mushi fell out of the cuff.

"I'm in a bad mood, make a little move and you'll die a horrible death!" Apophis warned with a crooked head.

After saying that, Apophis walked towards the shivering Celestial Dragons.

A group of CP0s looked at each other. In the end, it was fear of the government that overcame the fear inside.

"Bastard! What are you trying to do to a few lords?"

"Disrespectful to the Celestial Dragons, are you trying to invoke the Admiral?"

"Just want to die?" Apophis indifferently swung out his sword, and the blood-colored sword aura surged, destroying and blasting away all of these CP0s whose average battle power was not weak.

Just then, a particular Celestial Dragon who previously thought he was super brave stood up warily, pulled out a pistol, and shot behind Apophis in the eyes of that CP0 who did not dare to believe.

Bang!

Successfully hit.

"Hahahaha! I've killed him, I've killed him!" The Celestial Dragon who fired the shot was so excited that he forgot about it.

"Don't ..." a group of CP0 cried out in pain, "Run away, Saint Ernest!"

That kind of bullet couldn't even hurt them, so how could it kill a monster like the Red Swordsman.

"Idiot! That pariah has been I ..." Ernest's face stiffened as he watched Apophis turn his head, shivering, "You ... you're dead, don't tough it out, fall down for me ah! !"

After saying that, Ernest fired several more shots in disbelief.

This time, he saw it for real.

Those bullets that could not see with the naked eye were surprisingly like falling into a quagmire after approaching the other side, suspended in mid-air, and then rapidly decomposed.

In the next moment, something even more devastating happened to him.

Apophis appeared in front of him as if he had teleported.

"Bastard, pariah, you do not come over ..." heard Ernest's warning, a group of CP0 almost want to cry, are this time still a pariah, these Celestial Dragon people so iron-headed?

Apophis stepped forward and snapped Ernest's head, and after a second, released all five fingers.

"I was the one who was foolish enough to think that these idiots would have information about slaves in their heads." Apophis whispered, "It seems that I should have targeted those CP0s more correctly."

"Eh? I'm not dead, I'm not dead ..." Ernest first touched his head before toeing the line of death, "I knew you pariahs wouldn't dare to kill me, who called me a world noble Celestial Dragon!"

"Hmm? What are you all looking at me like that for?" Ernest, who was about to show off his valiant performance, suddenly noticed that the others' eyes were looking at him, filled with fear.

"Surely you are intimidated by my gallant performance?" Ernest smugly walked towards Rosewald, "Ro ..."

Who knows, Rosewald reacted incomparably violently backward, "Don't come near me!"

The other Celestial Dragons also bellowed in fear, "You monster, get away from me!"

At this point, finally, a CP0 had the guts to remind, " Saint Ernest, you're dead!"

"Your body, it's melting!"

"Bastard, how can I ..." Ernest suddenly remembered something; he just touched his head, it seems to feel the... is his bones!

"No! No! I'm not dead! I'm not dead!" Ernest walked towards Rosewald with a grim expression, "Rosewald, save me, you've been the most resourceful ..."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Rosewald shot all the bullets in his pistol before he laughed like a maniac, "Dead! You monster is finally dead!"