Ability 1: Dream Invasion
Ability 2: ???
Ability 3: ???
Ability 4: Unlocked
Ability 5: Unlocked
"It should be three-star level. Judging by the Archangel's standard, this Great Demon King, upon appearance, possesses Emperor-level combat power."
Vladimir mused inwardly. "This is the first time I've encountered a transformation that gets stuck halfway. There will likely be other situations in the future. Never mind, let's continue invading others' sweet dreams."
Just as he was about to get to work, a dragon's roar suddenly sounded.
Vladimir focused his gaze and saw that in the sky above, six or seven flying dragons were now circling.
These flying dragons were all enormous, breathing dragon fire from their mouths, their scales emitting a brilliant radiance.
The leading one, likely the Dragon King, was dark green all over. Its dragon eyes stared intently at the mass of black mist in the lake, emitting strong hostility.
"Roar!!" The Dragon King issued another warning.
"Scram!"
Vladimir snorted coldly. Although he didn't understand the language, he knew they meant trouble.
· Immediately, his only materialized right hand suddenly reached towards the sky.
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Black mist billowed out, and the green Dragon King was actually grabbed by an invisible force by its wings. It let out a scream.
The other flying dragons seemed stunned, completely unaware of what had happened.
Even Vladimir himself couldn't help but be taken aback.
He just felt like he could reach out from a distance and hit the opponent, but he never expected it to actually work.
"What kind of ability does the Fearful Great Demon King have… to be able to grab and kill a Dragon King from such a distance?"
After thinking about it, Vladimir released the green flying dragon. Then, with a wave of his right hand, as if swatting a fly, he swept the six or seven flying dragons circling overhead hundreds of meters away.
Bang!
An invisible force, like a fly swatter, fiercely batted away the six or seven flying dragons.
"It really works. Interesting."
Vladimir smiled and stopped paying attention to these Dragon Island flying dragons, continuing his dream invasion.
...
Marineford, Marine Headquarters building.
It was now noon, and in the Marshal's office, Sengoku was handling a series of matters.
The Seven Warlords currently had two vacancies. After analyzing and investigating during this period, they had finally screened 5 candidates from a group of pirates.
The relevant intelligence on these five individuals was laid out before Sengoku, who had to decide which two to contact and invite.
Having learned from the previous lesson, the Navy was more cautious this time. Sengoku didn't want another Warlord rebellion.
To this day, Gecko Moria, a rebellious Warlord, hadn't been captured. No one knew where he was hiding. He had abandoned his base, Thriller Bark, and was nowhere to be seen.
As for the Nine-Tailed Fox… let him be. The Navy couldn't afford to fall out with the Phantom Organization.
And Doflamingo, they couldn't touch him for the time being. He was also a rather troublesome character.
"Sigh…"
Sengoku sighed, holding his forehead, his head aching.
He had had a nightmare last night, which had kept him from sleeping, and he was still somewhat mentally dazed.
After waking up last night, he had ordered his subordinates to investigate the intelligence on the Fearful Great Demon King. The results were already out.
Great Demons were common in myths or other stories, but he had never heard of a Fearful Great Demon King.
"It really was a dream. I was overthinking it."
Sengoku calmed down slightly and then seriously began to look at the five documents. He had to choose 2 of them today and contact them afterward to invite them to join the Seven Warlords.
However, having not slept well last night, as he was looking, he unexpectedly fell asleep and had another dream.
...
Daydream, lucid dream.
In a daze, Sengoku could vaguely realize that he was probably dreaming.
He opened his eyes to see the sea, a vast blue ocean, with a clear sky and gentle breeze, and seagulls crying.
Sengoku was wearing beach shorts, his upper body bare, with a sun hat, sitting on a small chair, holding a fishing rod, fishing by the sea.
Was he too tired? That's why he dreamed of a leisurely retirement life…
The previous dream of publicly executing the Phantom Pirates was also due to too much stress?
Sengoku thought to himself, enjoying a rare moment of peace.
He held the fishing rod, basked in the sun, narrowed his eyes, and dozed off.
"Since it's a dream, let's relax. But why do I know that this is… a dream?"
Although he had a slight doubt in his heart, Sengoku didn't pay it any mind. He was truly tired.
As the head of the Navy, he bore unimaginable pressure. An ordinary person would have gone mad long ago.
Especially with the emergence of the Phantom Organization, the situation had worsened without limit.
Suddenly, Sengoku felt a tug on his fishing line. He opened his eyes643 and smiled slightly. "Something's hooked? With this strength, it must be a big one!"
He chuckled, stood up, grabbed the fishing rod, and slowly began to reel it in.
Reeling in a fish required a delicate balance of tension and release. If done too roughly, the line could break, or the fish could escape the hook.
However, Sengoku was skilled and easily reeled in the fish.
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