"Vice Admiral Borsalino, we're less than three hours away from Myales. Please issue instructions to the soldiers!"
In the North Sea, on a warship, a Wei Suo uncle wearing a yellow striped suit under his coat was lying on a chair on the deck, resting with his eyes closed, with his back to a colonel.
"Hmm... how troublesome!" Borsalino stretched lazily and said to the colonel weakly: "Then go prepare!"
The Navy colonel was quite helpless. He felt like he was the one in charge, but he didn't dare to say anything more and stepped back to prepare to do things.
Navy Vice Admiral Borsalino, the user of the Glint-Glint Fruit, the first disciple of Navy Admiral Zephyr, the chief instructor, was known as a "monster" with powerful strength when he first entered the barracks.
The only one who could compete with him was another monster, the current Vice Admiral Sakazuki, the user of the Mag-Mag Fruit.
After instructing the colonel to have the other Navy soldiers prepare, Borsalino lay back on the deck chair and recalled a conversation that Navy Admiral Sengoku had with him a few days ago.
"Borsalino, Myales, the largest trading city at the entrance to the Grand Line in the North Sea, hasn't sent any military reports for two months. We previously had other branches investigate, but there's been no news. It's 100% certain that something has happened. Now I order you to lead five hundred Navy soldiers to investigate. If pirates are causing trouble, don't worry about their lives!"
These were the exact words of Fleet Admiral Sengoku the Buddha. The fact that he, a vice admiral of headquarters and someone who was very likely to become a Navy admiral, was handling this matter showed the seriousness of the situation.
"Hmm, how troublesome. If I let the enemy escape, Admiral Sengoku will talk to me again. I don't want to stay in the office after work hours!" Borsalino muttered to himself, lighting a cigarette.
He didn't dare to say such things out loud. If they were to reach the admiral's ears, he would definitely be pulled over for a talk. How troublesome!
Borsalino took out a wanted poster, the Corrupt Pirates' captain, Abaro Pizarro, with a bounty of over 200 million Berries.
This guy had a very bad record. He liked to control villages or towns and then carry out a carpet search, looting all the wealth on the island.
This unique and terrible way of robbing earned him the title of "Corrupt King."
Although Pizarro had never looted a city as big as Myales before, he was definitely the most likely person to do it.
"He's skilled in Armament Haki! Oh, how scary!"
At the same time, at the seaport of Myales, under the astonished gaze of the surrounding Corrupt Pirates crew members, as Grimm thrust a Holy Light Spear into Pizarro's chest, Pizarro, whose body was scarred and only had a trace of strength left, finally fell.
The battle had lasted for more than two hours, and finally a winner had been decided. These two guys' fighting was really nothing to look at. It was almost a melee throughout, hurting each other, you with a gun, me with a spear.
Pizarro was completely half-dead and turned his head. The bloodstains all over his body said that it wouldn't be an exaggeration for him to breathe his last in the next second. Looking at Grimm, his wounds were slowly recovering under the bathing of the Holy Light. You could tell how many injuries he had suffered from his almost completely disappeared clothes. To put it that way, Grimm was now almost naked.
Monster! He was really a monster!
Witnessing this battle, the members of the Corrupt Pirates were stunned. The injuries that Grimm had sustained during the battle were definitely dozens of times more than Pizarro's, but the terrifying thing was that golden light would always descend from the sky, and then his body would heal.
He was immortal. He really wouldn't die!
Gangplank had been eating oranges boredly on the side, watching Grimm's battle. To be honest, he was itching to fight. He really wanted to fight, but the orange peels were piled up half a person high, and that Corrupt Pirates over there were all watching the show. He couldn't do anything either, since the Boss had given an order.
Grimm held the greatsword against Pizarro's neck, who was lying on his back on the ground. Pizarro's throat was shaking slowly because of difficulty breathing. There wasn't a single place on his body that wasn't stained with blood.
"Gurgle..."
Because of the serious injuries and difficulty breathing, coupled with the heavy object blocking his throat, Pizarro couldn't help but let out a painful sob.
"D-Do it, kid, meow!" Pizarro said with great difficulty. Although he still had the same rough body, a voice like a eunuch, and a disgusting suffix, Grimm didn't laugh at him this time.
Because this guy was the first person to not beg for mercy when facing death.
"May the Holy Light bless you!"
Just as Grimm was thinking about how many reward points he could get for killing this guy.
"Ding! Please accept the selection task!"
Choice 1: [Merciful Holy Light]: Abaro Pizarro will die in five minutes. Please use "Slow Heal" to pull him back from the brink of death. (Note: His fate shouldn't end here.)
Task Reward: Silver Hand (Weapon, Two-Handed Hammer)
Choice 2: [Avatar of Justice]: End Abaro Pizarro's life with your own hands and join the Navy with his head. The Navy will definitely give you a very high rank! (Note: I am the avatar of justice. I will personally end all evil.)
Task Reward: Truthguard (Weapon, Shield + One-Handed Sword)
"How difficult it is to choose!" Grimm said helplessly. Actually, he was leaning towards choosing the Truthguard. A tank class, with not low output, and was also incredibly tough, and could also heal himself, but he couldn't accept the task conditions. Join the Navy? Don't be ridiculous. Although he could join and then find an opportunity to slip away.
But rather than being so troublesome, it would be better to directly choose the Silver Hand.
Okay, then the Silver Hand it is. At least this hammer was pretty cool, and it was good for smashing people. As for healing? Sorry, Grimm didn't have it!
Having made his decision, Grimm slowly withdrew his Ashbringer, and then raised his hand, and a ray of Holy Light descended from the sky and fell into Pizarro's body.
Under normal circumstances, Grimm could only use the Slow Heal skill on himself, but because of the special task, he could naturally use it on others now.
"I have to admit, your voice is disgusting, but you are a true pirate!" Grimm said.
"Hoo hoo hoo hoo..." Pizarro kept panting. He suddenly felt that the aura in his body was slowly stabilizing, and even the wounds on his body weren't so painful.
He knew that the Holy Light in Grimm's hand had taken effect on him.
But why? Why didn't he kill me? If he wanted to, he could easily do it, couldn't he?
"This era is too boring," Grimm began to talk nonsense. He couldn't possibly say, "Hey! Buddy! I have a task, and the task requires me not to kill you, right?"
"You, a pirate who does all kinds of evil, are the additive to this sea, aren't you, Pizarro!"
"Why... why meow?"
Enduring the pain in his body, Pizarro raised his head and roared. The disdain in Grimm's eyes, that look as if he was looking at a tool or a prop, made him angry.
Was he pitying me? Was he pitying me?
"Everyone is a child of the Holy Light, and you are no exception, Pizarro. The Holy Light told me that your life shouldn't end," Grimm said, changing the subject.
"And the pirates in this era are all a bunch of sheep who only know how to eat grass. You and your pack of wolves should hunt in this world to your heart's content. After all, you're still too thin. When your wolf cubs grow up, this world will be more interesting, won't it?"
At the end, Grimm glanced at Pizarro sideways. "May the Holy Light bless you! Pray that you don't meet me next time!"
Otherwise, I will definitely turn you into reward points.
The other members of the Corrupt Pirates wiped away a cold sweat. This kid was a monster!
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