Demon slaying Order!

"Just, this matter is quite significant. Have you thought about how to handle the situation after the fact, Sengoku?"

At this moment, a bitter smile appeared on Kuzan's face.

Indeed, Roger had been captured, which seemed like a significant victory for the Marines, but only they knew the true situation.

"The news of Roger's capture will not be made public in the short term! According to the latest intelligence from vice-Admiral Tsuru, they have already traced the whereabouts of Redfield and are currently in pursuit. Once Redfield is captured, the Marines will fully respond to Roger's execution."

Sengoku looked at Kuzan and said, as a candidate for the future Admiral, Kuzan was qualified to know many internal Marine affairs.

"Has Admiral Sengoku's group already found Redfield's trail?"

Kuzan said in surprise. After all, as the freest man on the sea, Redfield had always been alone, so it was quite difficult to track him down on the vast sea.

...

New World, Bralosov Islands!

This was a rich and fertile medium-sized island, but at this moment, it had become a ruin, on the verge of collapse at any moment, sinking into the sea.

Thunder and lightning flashed in the sky above the island, and the dark clouds in the sky pressed down towards the ground like mountains. The sea around the Bralosov Islands could be said to be turbulent, even the main battleships of the Marines were like small boats in such waves, drifting with the tide.

And around the Bralosov Islands, just getting close brought a sense of oppression, and weak-willed people might lose consciousness on the spot.

In the center of the island, two powerful and unmatched auras seemed to materialize, constantly confronting each other.

With the collision of domineering auras, the endless clouds of rolling thunder were directly split apart, as if cut in half by a knife.

With powerful pressure accompanied by the explosion of the earth, it was deafening.

The fierce hurricane, like a primordial beast, swept through the endless clouds and waves, wind and rain mingled.

As the line of sight approached, only two figures lingered in the sky above the Bralosov Islands, their bodies constantly booming, like two meteorites colliding. Layers of pressure centered on the two men continued to push horizontally, and the dense black and red lightning kept appearing around them.

Suddenly, a stream of light fell from the sky and instantly smashed a basin on the island, and spider-web-like cracks quickly spread outwards. Sea water gushed out of the cracks in the Bralosov Islands.

Another figure descended from the sky, gracefully standing on a tall tree not far away.

Wearing a crimson shirt and blood-red trousers, with silver-white hair falling to the waist, those eyes were full of sharpness and depth.

Tall and slender, holding a black umbrella in his right hand, the handle shaped like a bat, he looked extremely handsome and sinister.

He was none other than the solitary traveler on the high seas, the proud and lonely Red, Patrick Redfield.

The aura that could change the heavens and earth, the entire sky of rolling black clouds, and the dense thunder around them at this moment were nothing but accompaniments to this man.

"Haha... Sengoku, you're getting old."

Redfield looked down at the depths of the rift, his voice resounding throughout the world.

And with Redfield's words, the basin that was gushing with seawater suddenly shook, and then a strong figure rose into the air, floating in the air with moon steps, looking at Redfield with eyes full of coldness, surrounded by a powerful aura, majestic and surging.

Strong and muscular, with a broad, bare chest, the muscles were like rocks containing explosive power. But at this moment, there were two scars on his chest, with blood flowing outwards.

There was a scar under his left eye, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. He looked a bit embarrassed, and his situation didn't seem very good.

Sengoku, the current Admiral of the Marines, was considerably older than Redfield.

Facing Redfield's contempt, Sengoku did not become angry, but rather looked serious. As his words fell, Sengoku's entire body began to emit a hot-blooded mist, and his muscles swelled even more, his whole body growing larger.

"Oh, are you going to fight for real? But I won't accompany you."

Looking at the rising Sengoku, Redfield tilted his umbrella and smiled, while his eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a hint of fear deep inside.

Obviously, facing the desperate Sengoku, he didn't have the confidence to retreat unscathed.

And his years of life as a lone wolf on the high seas had taught him that getting seriously injured was troublesome, and if it involved the death of the Admiral of the Marines, he would likely face the crazy retaliation of the Marines next.

"Hehe, so this is the pride of the aloof Redfield? Are you afraid to face an older guy like me head-on? Face me head-on!"

With Sengoku's words, Redfield, who had turned to leave, stopped in his tracks.

He just looked quietly at Sengoku, without saying a word.

A slight breeze passed by, lifting the hair and collars of the two men. Then, almost simultaneously, two powerful auras collided, and the entire sky of thunder and lightning split open, with the armed fists and black umbrellas clashing together.

In the last moment, the two were still in place, but the next moment they appeared in mid-air a hundred meters away, their fists and feet colliding like comets, generating shockwaves that affected hundreds of meters, and the sound of a hundred-meter sword strike swept across the sky, causing the ground and hills along the way to split in half before disappearing into the sky.

At the same time, Sengoku's right fist, wrapped in armed armament haki, smashed towards Redfield's head.

Redfield instinctively used his whole arm to form the thickest defense, protecting his face.

With extreme speed and powerful strength, wherever the two went, the earth shook and the mountains collapsed, and from time to time a hundred-meter sword strike swept across the sky, affecting hundreds of meters with its gusts.

Their battle was filled with deadly moves, each wanting to defeat the other.

"Boom... Boom..."

"So Admiral Sengoku wants me, Borrasalino, Sakazuki, to take the Demon Slaughter Order to deal with Douglas Bullet?"

Listening to the thunderous roar outside, Kuzan asked.

"Yes, according to our analysis, if Bullet learns of Roger's execution, he will definitely come. It's better to take the initiative. Before Roger's execution, let's deal with this trouble."

Tsuru said, sitting in her chair, a sharp light passing over the lenses of his glasses.

Although Douglas Bullet's strength was very strong, Tsuru knew very well that with the joint efforts of Borrasalino, Sakazuki, and Kuzan, Bullet would not be a match!