NOVEL NEXT Pirates: At the top of the game, Demon God Barrett
Chapter 103
Boom!
The young man snorted in his mouth, and the right hand that poked out was hit by Campol's head, and it was directly broken with a click.
The huge force almost broke his right hand and broke it from his body.
Only a trace of flesh remained.
"Hey, hey, die!"
"Little ghost!"
Campor smiled viciously and leaned out his giant claws, grabbing No. 9's waist and crushing it with force.
At this moment, a trace of anger flashed on No. 9's childish face.
He gritted his teeth and stretched out his left hand, grabbed his broken arm, and pulled it hard.
The flesh and skin connected to the broken arm were torn off one by one.
The broken arm was used by him as a javelin, and he stabbed hard at Campile's open eyes!
Poof!
Blood flashed.
The arm that was broken at the elbow directly disappeared into Campol's left eye socket, stabbing his left eye open.
"Aaaaaa
The sharp pain of his eyes bursting left Campile's mind blank.
Grabbing No. 9's giant claw, he threw it to the ground.
Boom!
The boy was smashed solidly on the sand, coughing up a large mouthful of blood in his mouth, and the bones on his body were cracked by an unknown number of roots.
Campor, who was mad because of the severe pain, opened his only remaining eye, stared at the teenager lying on the ground unable to move, suddenly raised the huge soles of his feet, and stomped on the boy's body.
Suddenly.
A blurry black shadow fell in the sky, so fast that it was impossible to see clearly.
The black shadow fell to the ground and landed lightly in front of Campor.
"Number 9."
"It's really weak."
"It seems that the old guy is really not dead."
"Unexpectedly, I gave this code name to a weak little ghost."
The sudden sound startled Campor in his heart.
His big feet did not step on, but froze in mid-air.
On the five-meter-tall giant bear, black hairs stood up, as if it had been strongly stimulated.
A great horror instantly filled Campol's heart, making him feel suffocated.
He looked up little by little.
In the line of sight, I don't know when, suddenly there was a burly giant man who was much taller than the giant bear he incarnated.
The giant man wears a loose black shirt, beach pants, and flip-flops.
He had long blonde hair draped over his broad shoulders like a city wall.
Just seeing this figure.
On Campol's shoulders, it was as if two more mountains appeared in an instant.
Not an illusion.
There was really a strong weight that pressed on top of his head, forcing his body to kneel little by little.
Barrett glanced at the boy lying on the ground, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.
The teenager also saw him.
A trace of shock flashed in his eyes, and I didn't know what came to mind.
"Aaaaah! Bastard!
"What did you do?"
"Capable people?"
"Who the hell are you?"
"Is this trying to make enemies of my Gerard Kingdom?"
Campel's only remaining one-eyed eye, showing humiliation and hatred, glared at Barrett in front of him.
"For the enemy?"
Barrett laughed.
He stretched out his palm, larger than Campol's paw, covered the giant bear's hairy head, and touched it gently.
And then.
Click!
The huge bear's head cracked one crack after another.
Campol's huge five-meter-tall body was grabbed by Barrett like a chicken and thrown casually.
Rumble!!
A white wave of gas exploded in midair.
The body of the giant bear was like a cannonball, crashing through the atmosphere, flying hundreds of meters in the air, and I don't know where it landed.
On the ground beside Barrett, a fan of clearings appeared.
The fighters on both sides who were fighting in the open space just now were blown away by the violent air flow in an instant.
This huge sonic boom instantly resounded throughout the battlefield.
In a flash.
On the battlefield in front of the royal city, there was an eerie silence.
Number 9 looked at this scene stunned.
One by one, the gaze converged and focused on Barrett's burly figure.
Suddenly, some soldiers of the Gerard Kingdom retreated with a terrified face.
"Yes... It's the heir of the devil!
"It's the devil heir who made a big fuss about Marin Fandor, the headquarters of the Navy!"
"Douglas Barrett!"
"The sea pirate who was rewarded by the Navy with 3.59 billion Baileys!"
A huge noise resounded in all corners of the battlefield.
Like the waves, it spreads one after another.
The hundreds of warriors of the Douglas Kingdom also stopped one by one.
Each of them was stained with sticky blood, like a demon from hell.
Take five hundred to fifty thousand.
Such combat effectiveness, even among the elite fighters of the Navy, can be considered quite good.
On the ruined city wall in the distance, a white-haired old man in a wheelchair quietly stared at the familiar figure in the battlefield.
His old and shriveled body suddenly trembled.
The two thin palms resting on the armrest of the wheelchair suddenly grasped the wooden handrail.
Click.
The hard handrail was crushed by him and fell into pieces of wood chips.
"Looks like."
"You still hate me."
"My good father."
A playful voice suddenly sounded behind the old man.
Without waiting for the old man to turn around and look.
He found that his body slowly rose.
The handle of the wheelchair he was sitting on was gently pinched by two turnip-thick fingers, lifting his body, together with the hard wooden wheelchair, into the air.
Douglas Gray.
This is the name of the old man.
He was the commander of the army of this kingdom.
Single-handedly created a fiercest army in the world in the name of iron-blooded, loyal and glory.
This army, in turn, was called the death squad and outlaws by the countries surrounding the Kingdom of Douglas.
But its real name is 'Barrett Force'.
And Barrett, 30 years ago, was the most powerful fighter in this army.
His former code name was No. 9 of Barrett's unit.
Only the most powerful warriors can be given the most noble surname of the kingdom by the founder of the army, Douglas Gray.
And under the name of the number of the troops.
Thus, the name Douglas Barrett was born.
As for what name Barrett's biological parents gave him.
He didn't know at all.
He also has no memory of what his biological parents looked like and what kind of people they were.
It's just that the person who led the slaughter of the capital Fieldsburg, where the war is endless, is the seemingly shriveled and thin old man in front of him.
No one knows better than him.
The poor old man in front of him, who seemed to be old, was actually a tyrannical, cruel, murderous, and powerful person.
"Barrett, you've grown."
Gray's emaciated, shriveled hands, like dead yellow branches, pressed against the broken wheelchair armrest.
Gently prop his body up and get off the cushion of the wheelchair.
He turned around abruptly, his dry fingers clenched into fists, and suddenly slammed a punch into Barrett's face!
"How dare you do this to your founder!"
On Gray's chicken claw-like fist, a pitch-black armed color domineering appeared impressively.
The armed color domineering energy flowed on his arm, like a stream of water, exuding a strong aura.
This is a high-level armed color domineering!
"My good son!"
Rumble!!
The young man snorted in his mouth, and the right hand that poked out was hit by Campol's head, and it was directly broken with a click.
The huge force almost broke his right hand and broke it from his body.
Only a trace of flesh remained.
"Hey, hey, die!"
"Little ghost!"
Campor smiled viciously and leaned out his giant claws, grabbing No. 9's waist and crushing it with force.
At this moment, a trace of anger flashed on No. 9's childish face.
He gritted his teeth and stretched out his left hand, grabbed his broken arm, and pulled it hard.
The flesh and skin connected to the broken arm were torn off one by one.
The broken arm was used by him as a javelin, and he stabbed hard at Campile's open eyes!
Poof!
Blood flashed.
The arm that was broken at the elbow directly disappeared into Campol's left eye socket, stabbing his left eye open.
"Aaaaaa
The sharp pain of his eyes bursting left Campile's mind blank.
Grabbing No. 9's giant claw, he threw it to the ground.
Boom!
The boy was smashed solidly on the sand, coughing up a large mouthful of blood in his mouth, and the bones on his body were cracked by an unknown number of roots.
Campor, who was mad because of the severe pain, opened his only remaining eye, stared at the teenager lying on the ground unable to move, suddenly raised the huge soles of his feet, and stomped on the boy's body.
Suddenly.
A blurry black shadow fell in the sky, so fast that it was impossible to see clearly.
The black shadow fell to the ground and landed lightly in front of Campor.
"Number 9."
"It's really weak."
"It seems that the old guy is really not dead."
"Unexpectedly, I gave this code name to a weak little ghost."
The sudden sound startled Campor in his heart.
His big feet did not step on, but froze in mid-air.
On the five-meter-tall giant bear, black hairs stood up, as if it had been strongly stimulated.
A great horror instantly filled Campol's heart, making him feel suffocated.
He looked up little by little.
In the line of sight, I don't know when, suddenly there was a burly giant man who was much taller than the giant bear he incarnated.
The giant man wears a loose black shirt, beach pants, and flip-flops.
He had long blonde hair draped over his broad shoulders like a city wall.
Just seeing this figure.
On Campol's shoulders, it was as if two more mountains appeared in an instant.
Not an illusion.
There was really a strong weight that pressed on top of his head, forcing his body to kneel little by little.
Barrett glanced at the boy lying on the ground, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.
The teenager also saw him.
A trace of shock flashed in his eyes, and I didn't know what came to mind.
"Aaaaah! Bastard!
"What did you do?"
"Capable people?"
"Who the hell are you?"
"Is this trying to make enemies of my Gerard Kingdom?"
Campel's only remaining one-eyed eye, showing humiliation and hatred, glared at Barrett in front of him.
"For the enemy?"
Barrett laughed.
He stretched out his palm, larger than Campol's paw, covered the giant bear's hairy head, and touched it gently.
And then.
Click!
The huge bear's head cracked one crack after another.
Campol's huge five-meter-tall body was grabbed by Barrett like a chicken and thrown casually.
Rumble!!
A white wave of gas exploded in midair.
The body of the giant bear was like a cannonball, crashing through the atmosphere, flying hundreds of meters in the air, and I don't know where it landed.
On the ground beside Barrett, a fan of clearings appeared.
The fighters on both sides who were fighting in the open space just now were blown away by the violent air flow in an instant.
This huge sonic boom instantly resounded throughout the battlefield.
In a flash.
On the battlefield in front of the royal city, there was an eerie silence.
Number 9 looked at this scene stunned.
One by one, the gaze converged and focused on Barrett's burly figure.
Suddenly, some soldiers of the Gerard Kingdom retreated with a terrified face.
"Yes... It's the heir of the devil!
"It's the devil heir who made a big fuss about Marin Fandor, the headquarters of the Navy!"
"Douglas Barrett!"
"The sea pirate who was rewarded by the Navy with 3.59 billion Baileys!"
A huge noise resounded in all corners of the battlefield.
Like the waves, it spreads one after another.
The hundreds of warriors of the Douglas Kingdom also stopped one by one.
Each of them was stained with sticky blood, like a demon from hell.
Take five hundred to fifty thousand.
Such combat effectiveness, even among the elite fighters of the Navy, can be considered quite good.
On the ruined city wall in the distance, a white-haired old man in a wheelchair quietly stared at the familiar figure in the battlefield.
His old and shriveled body suddenly trembled.
The two thin palms resting on the armrest of the wheelchair suddenly grasped the wooden handrail.
Click.
The hard handrail was crushed by him and fell into pieces of wood chips.
"Looks like."
"You still hate me."
"My good father."
A playful voice suddenly sounded behind the old man.
Without waiting for the old man to turn around and look.
He found that his body slowly rose.
The handle of the wheelchair he was sitting on was gently pinched by two turnip-thick fingers, lifting his body, together with the hard wooden wheelchair, into the air.
Douglas Gray.
This is the name of the old man.
He was the commander of the army of this kingdom.
Single-handedly created a fiercest army in the world in the name of iron-blooded, loyal and glory.
This army, in turn, was called the death squad and outlaws by the countries surrounding the Kingdom of Douglas.
But its real name is 'Barrett Force'.
And Barrett, 30 years ago, was the most powerful fighter in this army.
His former code name was No. 9 of Barrett's unit.
Only the most powerful warriors can be given the most noble surname of the kingdom by the founder of the army, Douglas Gray.
And under the name of the number of the troops.
Thus, the name Douglas Barrett was born.
As for what name Barrett's biological parents gave him.
He didn't know at all.
He also has no memory of what his biological parents looked like and what kind of people they were.
It's just that the person who led the slaughter of the capital Fieldsburg, where the war is endless, is the seemingly shriveled and thin old man in front of him.
No one knows better than him.
The poor old man in front of him, who seemed to be old, was actually a tyrannical, cruel, murderous, and powerful person.
"Barrett, you've grown."
Gray's emaciated, shriveled hands, like dead yellow branches, pressed against the broken wheelchair armrest.
Gently prop his body up and get off the cushion of the wheelchair.
He turned around abruptly, his dry fingers clenched into fists, and suddenly slammed a punch into Barrett's face!
"How dare you do this to your founder!"
On Gray's chicken claw-like fist, a pitch-black armed color domineering appeared impressively.
The armed color domineering energy flowed on his arm, like a stream of water, exuding a strong aura.
This is a high-level armed color domineering!
"My good son!"
Rumble!!
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