"He...he's still alive!"
Inside the tavern.
All the pirates stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with shock.
At this moment, Hermes leaned back, slowly raised his head, and wisps of gunpowder smoke rose from his forehead. A bullet slid off his nose and fell to the ground with a tinkling sound.
There wasn't even a mark, let alone any bleeding.
"This is impossible."
The pirate who fired the shot shouted angrily and was about to fire again.
Hermes didn't give him a chance. He flicked his finger and stabbed through the air. Everyone heard the sound of air being cut. Then the pirate shuddered, and blood and brain matter slowly flowed from his forehead. You could even see the back of his head.
"kill him."
Momos had a bad feeling.
They may have run into a tough opponent.
But holding onto the truth that "the first to strike wins, the last to strike loses," he quickly shouted.
"Disturbing my drinking is a capital offense!"
Hermes was in a bad mood. He came to this town because of a rumor that there was a band of bandits in the mountains who were extremely powerful and had once killed a pirate with a bounty of hundreds of millions of Berries.
Hermes was excited upon hearing the news, thinking that the other party must be powerful and might be able to put some pressure on him.
After traveling a long distance to fight here, they discovered that the rumors were far-fetched. It turned out that Nima, the leader of the bandits, had deliberately spread these rumors to increase his own prestige and make others fear him.
He once killed a pirate with a bounty of ten million Berries, which was ten times the original bounty.
They've blown their own horn to the heavens.
Hermes was furious and wiped out the bandits' hideout on the spot, setting it on fire.
During those three years, he was virtually invincible in the Kingdom of Prodins. Initially, he sought out powerful figures and forces within the kingdom to cultivate skills such as Shave and Moonwalk.
At first, it was daunting, but as he improved, his opponents either fled or were killed. When he came to his senses and looked back, he found that there were no opponents who could excite him anymore.
Hermes has been lonely for the past three months.
If Hermes hadn't spent those three years frantically finding rivals within the Kingdom of Prodense, the Kingdom of Prodense wouldn't have recovered its prosperity and peace so quickly.
Of course, Elizabeth II also made a great contribution. Hermes was responsible for using force to sweep away powerful enemies and forces, while he cleaned up the mess behind the scenes.
One to two to go.
Their reputations grew ever stronger, and they became objects of worship and respect for many people.
During this time, Hermes also acquired many nicknames, such as Death Reaper, King of Hunters, and King of Hunts.
shhhhhh! ! !
Hermes showed no fear in the face of numerous pirates. He stood up, pointed his ten fingers at everyone, and revealed a devilish smile.
"Fingergun Gatling".
The air is torn apart.
Hermes' hands created afterimages as a continuous stream of finger strikes swept past.
Screams erupted one after another.
"Counterattack! Counterattack!"
Many pirates had bloodshot eyes, whether from anger or fear, and hurriedly sought cover, but even the thinner tables couldn't block them.
The invisible force of the fingers suddenly pierced through, and one can only imagine the impact on the flesh.
in contrast.
Some of the pirates' counterattacks had no effect on Hermes; they didn't even leave a mark, at most a few holes in his clothes.
"Damn it, who are you?"
The scene was completely one-sided, like harvesting wheat. The other side clearly didn't have a pistol, so why were they able to fire bullet-like attacks?
Why
"Hahaha."
"Thumbs up!"
Momos's roar was ignored; the only sounds in the tavern were his arrogant, maniacal laughter and the incessant thuds of his guns.
At this moment, Hermes was like a walking Gatling gun, his hands smoking from the intense activity.
"What did you send?"
Outside the street.
Many people listened to the sounds of gunfire and screams coming from inside the tavern. The walls would occasionally break, and some unlucky people had half their scalps shaved off, leaving them with bald patches. The onlookers were so frightened that they quickly moved away.
"Help...help me!"
Finally, one of the pirates couldn't take it anymore and ran out of the tavern with fear in his eyes.
Unfortunately, he collapsed to the ground as soon as he ran out the door, his back already riddled with holes.
About five minutes later, everything came to an abrupt end.
The onlookers were about to get closer to see what was happening when a figure swept past, smashing two houses in succession before finally lying in the ruins coughing up blood.
The large black footprint on his chest was shocking.
*Gulp!*
Many onlookers on both sides of the street swallowed hard, turning their gazes away from the ruins and straight to the tavern door. If they weren't mistaken, the one who flew out seemed to be the pirate Momos, with a bounty of 58 million.
They were so arrogant before, driving them out, but now they're out again in the blink of an eye, and it looks like they were kicked out.
at last.
A figure appeared in everyone's sight.
Slightly messy bangs, somewhat slanted dark eyes, and delicate features, he had the potential to be a gigolo. Beneath the tattered collar, a blood-red spider lily tattoo was faintly visible on his neck, which gave his overall aura a contradictory and eerie feel.
"Could it be?"
"It can't be wrong, right?"
"He looks so young, and with that bright red tattoo on his neck, it must be him."
"That tattoo is said to be the flower of death, the red spider lily."
"It really is Lord Hermes Jormungandr, the Hunting King."
Lord Jormungandr has not left here yet.
Some onlookers were excited, their eyes burning as they looked at Hermes' neck, feeling their blood boil after confirming the tattoo.
The Momos Pirates have really messed up.
Let them be arrogant.
Don't they realize how many evil forces Lord Jormungandr has wiped out in the past three years without a single defeat? Those pirate thugs tremble at the mere mention of Jormungandr's name, so the Momos Pirates are no match for him.
"Lord Jormungandr."
"Lord Jormungandr."
The crowd was enthusiastic, and after Hermes' identity was confirmed, cheers rose in waves.
Hermes was not surprised.
He'd experienced this scene many times before. At first, he'd get excited, but after a while, he'd become numb to it.
"Want to escape?"
In the ruins.
As soon as they started fighting, Momos knew he was no match for them, so he ran away without hesitation.
What a fucking bad luck.
You can run into tough bastards just by going to any random place to eat, damn it.
boom! ! !
Seeing that Momos was about to escape, Hermes exploded under his feet and instantly disappeared from the spot. When he reappeared, he was already several meters away. Before anyone could see him clearly, he reappeared several meters away again.
In just a few breaths, they caught up with Momos.
"damn it."
Momos sensed the movement behind him, turned around with a piercing gaze, and was met with a whip-like leg wrapped in a dark, hazy substance, like smog.
Click.
His bones were subjected to immense pressure and broke one after another. Momos only had time to scream before he was sent flying uncontrollably, causing damage to a series of houses.
"He can still run, so he's got some skill."
Amidst the falling dust and debris, Momos, despite its severe injuries, was still trying to escape, thanks to its Observation Haki.
Hermes had no intention of letting him go. He leaped into the air, his feet rhythmically treading the air, causing him to hang in mid-air before kicking out.
"Mini Enlarged Crescent Moon".
The air is torn apart.
A white, crescent-shaped slash emerged from Hermes' feet, instantly growing to ten meters in size, tearing through the air and slicing through the ground with devastating force, hurtling headlong towards Momos.
"Do not!!!"
Momos roared in despair.
A ten-meter-long slash that tears skin even before it arrives; it possesses not only extremely strong cutting power but also unparalleled strength.