Chapter 251 Like the Blazing Sun
The world is up and down, turbulent.
This almost endless red continent is peaceful and quiet.
The Red Earth Continent stretches across the sea, dividing the entire Grand Line into the front and back halves. It is strategically located more than a thousand meters above the sea.
The cliffs on the edge of the continent are slippery and difficult to climb due to the corrosion of sea water and the weathering of moist sea breeze.
This means that this red continent itself is an impregnable natural fortress.
Moreover, the Navy Headquarters Marinford is not far away from here, and can send elite troops to support and defend the continent at any time, completely turning the holy land of Mary Geoise standing on the red earth continent into a prosperous, peaceful and safe heavenly kingdom.
Coupled with the excessive fear of death and cowardly behavior of the world's nobles, the defense inside the holy land of Mary Geoise is even more strict. There are at least 100,000 registered holy land guards alone.
As a result, even if the warships of the Navy Headquarters want to enter the inner sea of the Red Earth Continent, they must go through the CP department and the Holy Land Guards and obtain permission before they can pass.
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The combination of natural and man-made factors has led to the fact that no one has ever successfully invaded this sacred bloody continent in the long 800 years since the establishment of the World Government.
But at this moment.
A tall figure wearing a wide hood stood quietly on the cliff at the edge of the Red Earth Continent, looking at the great and sacred "God's City" in the distance, and fell into a long silence.
There were drops of sea water on the black and gray hood, and the water droplets dripped in the red soil under his feet.
The man's webbed bloody rough hands were stained with blood and trembled constantly.
"That is the Holy Land of the Celestial Dragons... Marijoa."
He trembled with scarred hands, took off his hood, and revealed a rough face with thick lips.
Skin as red as blood, broad back and shoulders, fins on the back, and muscles on arms and feet that are knotted and unusually strong.
One of the new Seven Warlords of the Sea, "Blood Dragon" Fisher Tiger.
"Can I really sneak in, Mr. Darren?"
Fisher Tiger's thick lips opened and closed, whispering softly, and a heavy shadow flashed in his eyes.
The majestic city in the distance was solemn and majestic, and the towering walls seemed indestructible, standing on the bloody land.
The heavy walls, the constantly swaying guards on the walls, the reputation of the holy land of Marijoa... Everything was like a huge stone pressing on his heart, causing Fisher Tiger to feel an unspeakable emotion.
Even though he had rehearsed many times in his dreams, even though he had conceived thousands of times in his heart, only when he saw the holy land of the Celestial Dragons with his own eyes could he truly feel this despair.
The fishmen who were wounded from climbing the cliffs, the well-equipped and numerous holy land guards;
The tiny figures, the majestic and huge city walls;
Such a huge and huge gap.
The world gradually became quiet.
At this time, the sky was dark, the fiery clouds in the distant sky gradually disappeared, and the sun sank under the sea.
The temperature in the air gradually dropped, and the cold sea breeze on the red earth continent blew the skin of the snapper fishmen.
In the silence.
The lights on the walls of the holy city were lit, and there was a faint laughter of playfulness, mixed with the yellow tunes hummed.
With Fisher Tiger's strong eyesight, he could vaguely see that some soldiers set up boilers on the walls and ate hot pot and barbecue.
Even some of the people on duty were lazily hiding in the shadows and smoking lazily, and the red glow of the cigarettes was bright or dark.
"It turned out to be... true."
Fisher Tiger's hands suddenly trembled less violently.
He was a little unbelievable.
What Mr. Darren said was actually true.
The seemingly strong and powerful Holy Land Guards had such a loose organization and discipline.
If that was the case.
Fisher Tiger suddenly squatted down, and in the last ray of sunlight that was about to disappear at dusk, he began to write and draw on the weathered ground.
In less than a few seconds, a concise map was clearly presented in front of him.
Fisher Tiger tried hard to recall the information that Darren had revealed to him in the brief call before, and quickly circled several places on the simple map of the Holy Land of Mary Joa.
The Land of the Gods, the gathering place of the world's noble celestial dragons.
No. 1, No. 2, No. 3 and No. 4 armory and ammunition depots.
And several large slave auction exchanges.
"Maybe, I can really do it."
He looked at the mark on the map, and his eyes became firm again.
The cold wind was biting, and it flattened the traces on the ground.
When night fell completely, the world was dark.
The bloody snapper fishman finally stood up from the ground and exhaled a long breath of turbid air.
His observation Haki was deployed with all his strength at this moment.
Countless chaotic and complex sounds filled his ears.
The soldiers' playfulness, the nobles' sneers, the officials' clinking of glasses... but all these sounds were gradually replaced by a stronger, almost crazy sound.
——A huge cry.
He heard countless huge cries, the cries in the hearts of slaves who, like himself in the past, had the blood-red tattoo of "Flying Dragon Hoof" on their bodies.
"Wait for me."
A series of bloodstained laughing faces flashed through his mind, quickly becoming blurred.
"This time, let me take you out alive."
Fisher Tiger's eyes suddenly turned red.
He clenched his fists, and then...
He started running!
The movements were fast, but silent.
Under the cover of the flying blood-colored gravel and the night, the snapper fishman seemed to be hiding in the darkness.
Getting faster and faster.
Until 10 minutes later.
Boom! !
A shocking sound suddenly came from the northeast corner of the Holy Land Mary Joa, and a huge explosion burst out completely, as if venting someone's anger, turning into a surging red flame that soared into the sky!
This false and prosperous sacred city was completely shattered...Eternal silence.
On the city walls, in the barracks, and in various garrison institutions...the countless Holy Land Guard soldiers who were dozing, drinking, eating meat, and making a fuss were shocked and turned their heads in horror.
Seeing in the direction of the explosion.
The earth burned, and the city turned into a sea of fire.
On the top of a building with blue tiles and white walls,
a bloody figure held the neck of a celestial dragon with one hand, and the rough big hand suddenly exerted force, directly crushing the head of the celestial dragon.
"In the name of Mr. Rogers Darren, liberate all slaves in the Holy Land!!"
Blood poured, and the bloody figure roared to the sky.
The tattoos on his body seemed to be dripping with blood, and they were extremely hot.
The night sky was sad, and behind him were flames rising all over the ground.
There were countless ragged slaves around, and the clanging sound of shackles falling to the ground kept ringing.
In this deep night, the slaves waved the weapons they had snatched in their hands, shouted at the figure, and cheered loudly.
At this moment,
the bloody fishman under their embrace was so dazzling that it seemed to be blooming.
Like the scorching sun.
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