One Piece: The story was spoiled for Im Saint right from the start.

"You dare lay a hand on me? I have no right to lay a hand on you?"

Bang! Ah!

Sumer was amused by Rozvard's words and immediately pulled the trigger.

A bullet pierced Rozwald Charles Saint's left shoulder.

A heart-wrenching scream rang out.

Rozwald, with tears and snot streaming down his face, rolled around on the ground, his shoulder already covered in blood.

The gunshot sent a shiver down the spines of the kneeling audience.

The sight of Don Quixote, the Muse Garuda Saint, standing nearby was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.

asshole.

This Celestial Dragon named Saint Sumer actually shot at Saint Roswald Charlos!

73. Kill the Celestial Dragon

"Looks like you weren't very lucky; you hit the jackpot on your first shot!"

Sumer raised the muzzle of his golden revolver. Although no smoke was coming out, he still blew on it with a flourish.

"Let's continue!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Three shots in quick succession.

Every shot hits the target.

Roswald—Charles Saint—had his limbs pierced, and he lay convulsing and screaming in a pool of blood.

Various foul language and pleas for mercy rose and fell.

Rozward Charles even lost control of his bladder due to pain and fear.

When has he ever suffered this kind of abuse since childhood?

"The last shot, one in five chance!"

Sumer didn't expect to be hit by the first four shots. How unlucky is Rozwald-Charles Saint!

The probability of that last shot becomes extremely low.

"No, no, don't!"

The moment the cold muzzle touched his forehead, Rozwald Charles Saint was utterly terrified.

The pig's entire obese body shrank into a circle.

He tried to back away, but apart from numbness and pain, he had no strength left in his limbs.

"and many more."

"They just called you Saint Sumer? Although I've never heard of you, even if you really are a Celestial Dragon, you have no right to deal with Roswald—Saint Charlos, who is also a Celestial Dragon."

"You have violated the laws of the Celestial Dragons. Only the Knights of God can deal with the Celestial Dragons!"

Don Quixote, the Muse Garuda, was terrified and speechless.

This guy called Sumer Saint is incredibly audacious.

Breaking Roswald's limbs might offer some room for maneuver, but if a bullet to the forehead goes off accidentally, that would be no ordinary incident!

Or is the other party a member of the Knights of God?

Moreover, the trigger was just a few slaves; to escalate it to the death of a Celestial Dragon would be making a mountain out of a molehill.

Didn't Rozwaard's shot earlier also miss?

No one can be unlucky forever.

Sumer glanced at Don Quixote, Saint Muse Garrud, and then at the trembling Saint Roswald, Saint Charlos, and fired without hesitation.

Bang~

The golden bullet pierced Roswald Charles Saint's forehead, exiting from the back of his head, leaving behind a large patch of brain matter and blood.

Rozward's pale, terrified face froze as his obese body slammed heavily into a liquid of blood mixed with excrement and urine.

The audience was silent.

Everyone stared in horror at Rozwald's corpse, which was still twitching and convulsing like a toad.

"All five shots hit the mark. Looks like Lady Luck isn't on your side."

Sumer blew on the muzzle of his gun, looked at the corpse of Rozwald—Charlos Saint, and felt a little pity.

There really are some incredibly unlucky people in this world.

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Sumer began reloading the five golden bullets he had previously unloaded, wanting to test whether the green-haired turtle was as unlucky as he thought.

"You, you, you really killed Roswald—Charlos the Holy Lance!"

"Don't come any closer."

"Don't come any closer, I am Garuda, the Muse of the Don Quixote family."

“I didn’t steal your slaves, nor did I shoot you. I just sold my men and slaves to Rozwald Charles Saint.”

Don Quixote, the Muse Garud, saw Sumer loading bullets and then walking towards him. He immediately struggled to escape.

But Gabra and Weiqu held him down tightly.

Rozwald's corpse was right next to him, and the stench of excrement, urine, and blood still lingered in the air.

"oh!?"

Sumer fiddled with the golden wheel and looked at Gabra and Weiqu, who were holding Don Quixote, the Muse Garud Saint.

“Sage Sumer, what he said is true.”

Gabra and Weiqu nodded.

Many people at the scene knew that Don Quixote, the Muse Garuda Saint, came later.

They definitely did not try to take away Little Burglar, Demon Child, or Kalifa.

He just screwed over Rozwald – Charles Saint.

"Selling out subordinates and slaves is tantamount to aiding and abetting evil!"

"Now even a dog passing by will get caught in a round of Russian roulette."

As Sumer spoke, he removed four bullets, leaving only one golden bullet out of the ten bullet holes.

This is considered a lenient punishment.

splash ...

The golden wheel emitted a mesmerizing sound as Sumer pointed his gun at the forehead of Don Quixote—the Muse Garuda Saint.

Let's leave everything to Lady Luck!

"One in ten chance! Good luck!"

"No, no, wait. I'll give you the Heavenly Gold worth 5 billion Berries, which I'll pledge to you as collateral. No, I'll add another 10 billion Berries."

Don Quixote, the Muse Garuda, was weeping and sniffling uncontrollably, trying to buy his life with heavenly gold.

If Roswald Charles Saint hadn't died, he would have been tougher or made some threats.

But now Don Quixote, the Muse Garuda, can only beg for mercy.

That bastard named Saint Sumer actually dared to kill him.

Rozwald's body wasn't completely cold yet.

He wouldn't dare gamble on a one-in-ten chance.

"stop!!!"

In an emergency.

A loud shout came from one end of the Divine Avenue, accompanied by a powerful pressure. Figarando – Saint Shamrock – arrived with three members of the Divine Knights.

Clearly, someone has already reported what happened here to the Knights of God, after all, a Celestial Dragon has already died!

"Saint-Germain—Sumerian Saint!?"

Come to the scene.

Figarando, Saint Shamlock, looked at the corpse of Saint Roswald, Saint Charlos, amidst the blood, filth, and excrement, his face extremely grim.

Am I late?