One Piece: Arkham: Buggy the Clown

Chapter 48 The Clown is Coming
"Looks like we're in luck."

With a smile on his face, Buggy looked at the pig-like Celestial Dragon in front of him and yelled in frustration.

The way they bared their fangs and claws looked like they were performing a silent movie.

Soundproof walls block the spread of sound.

"You should be in a good mood tonight without the moon."

He took a step forward.

A hand flew out and grabbed the celestial dragon's neck.

The soundproof wall does not hinder the sound transmission inside.

Saint Charmaco felt that he should be angry and should throw this dirty pariah who dared to touch him into his underground water tank.

My little pet hasn't seen blood for a long time.

But these thoughts quickly disappeared.

He seemed to be in a really good mood. He looked at the night sky with dull eyes. There was only a smiling crescent moon in the dim sky.

A smile unconsciously appeared on his face.

"Well, the split in the spiritual world seems to be related to the subject's will or resistance consciousness."

Buggy muttered to himself that invading and splitting the spiritual world of this celestial dragon would be much easier than Moria.

"It would be better if there was blood to fill the silence of the night."

Bucky's tone was gentle, like a gentle counselor.

"Yes, blood will fill the gap. It's just right."

A very strong urge to kill grew in the Holy Heart of Charmaco.

Even though his face had turned purple due to the difficulties, he still managed to force a smile.

"I like killing people."

"Because I hate the air exhaled by those untouchables, it will defile the holy place. So I only give them ten minutes of breathing time a day, and I will kill anyone who exceeds the time limit."

"Singaporean often kills people. I am much kinder than him."

In his cognitive axis, Bucky saw a large number of corpses covered in dark purple. If you didn't know, you would think they were demons crawling out of some level of hell.

But the devil is on earth.

He raised his eyebrows and continued to instigate:
"Yes, but killing those people is totally unworthy of your status."

In the spiritual world, he separated some useless emotions of Saint Chalmers and enlarged the light balls that symbolized arrogance and vanity.

"Let the blood of the Celestial Dragons fill the emptiness of the night."

"Yes, that's how it should be."

Saint Charmaco's brain was severely deprived of oxygen and he couldn't think of anything. He just let his emotions control his behavior.

"Their blood is worthy of me."

"By the way, can you do me a favor?"

"Of course, you are my father." There was a hint of dependence in Saint Charmaco's dull eyes.

Bucky took drastic measures to trim the long axis of his cognition.

Saint Chalmar is in a particularly confused state now.

Sometimes I see Bucky as a father, sometimes I see him as a grandfather.

"Well, when you see the navy, remember to write them a few words in your own blood."

"What word?"

"Hehehe" Bucky chuckled:
"The clown is coming."

"it is good."

Bucky loosened his hand, and the pig-like Chalmaco Saint fell to the ground with a thud, but he didn't even think of adjusting his rapid breathing first. The strong emotions bursting out from the spiritual world lashed at him like a whip, urging him to realize the actions that his emotions desired infinitely.

kill.

Killing your own kind.

“Don’t forget this.”

Bucky smiled and handed him a clown mask, a shotgun, and a Molotov cocktail.

The mask was stained with blood and was taken from the face of a member of the Joker Gang.

"A fire would be more fun," he suggested.

Saint Chalmar staggered out of his manor in three steps and rushed into the dark night.

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"Will this expose us, Master Buggy?"

"I heard that there are great generals stationed in the Holy Land."

Jacques asked with a trembling voice, he felt that he still underestimated the clown's madness.

“That’s why we should do this even more.”

Bucky's fingers were touching each other, tapping excitedly.

He had thought that a vice admiral or even an admiral would go to the Sabaody Archipelago to find him.

In this case, the fireworks should be placed in places where the defense is not so strong, such as Marinford or Judicial Island.

pity.

No one from the navy or CP0 came to the Sabaody Archipelago to play with him, so he had no choice but to come to them.

But this also reflects one thing.

They, the world's aristocrats.

I was scared about the rumors I had spread.

That would be interesting.

"How can that little cutie sneak up here without making any noise?"

"Gorgeous fireworks need to be sudden enough to be more attractive."

He blinked, as if he had already seen the magnificent scene in the silent night sky.

Buggy didn't want the little gecko to finally climb up, only to be stopped by the navy before he could bloom over Marijoa.

Although Jacques didn't understand, he was shocked.

"Where's the other guy?"

Swan pointed at the big bear that had been standing guard nearby without making any movement.

He is one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea after all, so his dull look now is hard to understand.

Bucky also found it difficult to understand.

He tried to split the other person's spiritual world.

But the bear's spiritual world is completely blank and empty.

Maybe this is why he is in this state?
Then tried to split the opponent's fruit ability.

The fleshy ball fruit is a very convenient ability.

Not surprisingly, it ended in failure.

It's like a dull lump of iron.

It really gives me a headache.

Saint Charles staggered onto the central street of Marijoa.

The streets here are exceptionally wide, as if they were not built for normal humans.

"Hehe, where did this idiot come from?"

A female celestial dragon sat cross-legged on the back of a hammerhead shark man.

Holding a red fan, half of her face was covered.

I am extremely disdainful of the way Saint Chalmar walks.

If it weren't for the other party's celestial dragon attire, she would have really thought that it was some bold untouchable who dared to step onto the central street.

"Kill Kill Kill"

Saint Chalmar suddenly turned around, without his mask, revealing a face covered in bruises.

He raised the shotgun high.

"what!!!"

"Protect Lady Liyamugong!"

The navy on alert a little distance away was suddenly startled when they saw Saint Charmarco's shotgun.

They were not completely wary of a celestial dragon who suddenly chose to take to the streets on his own.

Or rather, they dare not.

At this moment, Saint Chalmar had only a strong desire to kill.

bang-bang-bang-

He held his shotgun and kept shooting in the direction of Liyamu Palace.

"Grandpa said that fire can add to the fun."

Saint Charmaco laughed foolishly and threw the Molotov cocktail out.

Flames quickly rose up on the huge bluestone of Central Avenue.

The murlocs who were being used as mounts seemed completely unaware; they had been specially trained so they didn't even have the intention to dodge.

"Kill him, kill him, hehehe!" Saint Chalmar seemed to get great satisfaction all of a sudden, and his brain, which had been violently modified, was a mess.

All I saw was a navy man in a flowered shirt flying over.

"And Grandpa and Dad's request."

He stepped on the broken pieces of the Molotov cocktail, the flames spreading up from his clothes, and Saint Chalmar was busy groping for a piece of relatively intact glass.

Cut your wrists apart.

Blood gushed out.

"Hey hey hey"

He turned toward the direction of the navy man in the flowered shirt and wrote with his own blood on the huge paving stone stroke by stroke:

"The clown is coming."

"Hey hey hey."

He kept grinning at the navy, and the clown mask in his arms fell into the flames, stained with the blood of his companions.

(End of this chapter)