One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

"That throne that no one should have been able to sit on."

"Is anyone sitting up there, Your Excellency Miklos?"

"I believe you are aware of this, after all, nothing is more important than life, especially the life of someone of your noble status, right?"

"I"

"I know about that place—"

An extremely violent explosion erupted in the silent night sky, completely drowning out the sound coming from the radio.

Akainu's arm transformed into lava that billowed with black smoke.

Like a volcano already in the process of eruption, it engulfed the stunned zombie and the dozen or so naval soldiers who surrounded it.

This is a terrifying force from nature.

The sticky, high temperature consumed all flammable materials.

"You have betrayed justice."

Akainu stood on the scalding lava, his eyes looking down arrogantly.

His unwavering commitment to absolute justice never wavered.

The Gion Kapilavastu was halfway through when it suddenly stopped.

The things she perceives with her sense of sight are not wrong.

Two Den Den Mushi (snail phone makers).

Both are video Den Den Mushi, but one is playing a video while the other is transmitting one.

The person facing them was a Celestial Dragon, grinning foolishly.

The sounds and images they heard were things that had happened in this building before.

"Lady Momousagi, broadcasting—"

Before the soldiers who rushed over could even finish a word, they saw a flash of Jin Bilu's sword.

Two Den Den Mushi (snail phones) that dared to discuss a taboo topic in the sacred land were instantly split in two.

One of the Den Den Mushi's eyes was playing pre-recorded videos.

A slender man wearing a purple vest had his arm around the Celestial Dragon's shoulder, a cheerful smile on his face.

Saint Miklos looked utterly terrified.

Speaking in a trembling voice towards the Den Den Mushi:

"That's Lord Im up there."

The light and shadow of the Den Den Mushi, which had been split in two, disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"You heard and saw nothing, do you understand?"

Gion sheathed her sword, her beautiful and dignified face displaying an unusual coldness.

Matters concerning the throne are absolutely taboo.

"Treasure, my treasure!"

The saintly Miklos, who had just been laughing foolishly, suddenly stood up in surprise.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his expression was extremely ferocious.

"You destroyed my treasure!"

"You lowly people! You lackeys! How dare you destroy my treasure!"

"Your Excellency Miklos."

The coldness on Gion's face disappeared, replaced by a gentle smile.

"You've encountered some bad things and need to rest now."

A faint floral fragrance emanated from her, intoxicating all who smelled it.

"Rest. Rest."

Just moments ago, the ferocious Miklos Saint felt his eyelids become extremely heavy.

The pistol he had been holding in his hand involuntarily lowered.

"No, no!"

This downward movement seemed to have touched something, and Miklos Saint suddenly flared up again, firing his pistol wildly at the navy men.

"Treasure, my treasure!"

"Rest, you need to rest!"

Gion's hand, drawing her sword, left afterimages as several bullets, flying aimlessly, were instantly severed in two by Kinpira's blade.

The intoxicating sounds and aromas continued to contend with the emotions that were eager to surface in Saint Miklos's mind.

"Rest, yes, rest."

This confrontation appears to have ended in victory.

"I need to rest."

"I remember now, I remember how rest should come about."

With a hint of excitement, Saint Miklos began to undress.

The soft white silk slipped down.

He was strapped with explosives.

A grinning clown mask was pasted on her chest, seemingly mocking Momousagi's weak stance in the face of the world's nobles.

"Rest is an explosion, and only through an explosion can there be rest!"

"Yes, I remember now!"

Saint Miklos patted his chest with a look of relief; the switch was right there, he remembered.

His good friend had specifically told him this.

However, he was less than half a meter away from a top swordsman.

A distance long enough for the swordsman to slice him into hundreds of pieces.

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Chapter 52 A Mysterious Feeling

Another magnificent firework bloomed in the night sky.

Bucky looked up and saw a corner of the top of the luxurious building in St. Miklos, with black smoke and flames billowing out.

It's a beautiful sight.

He smiled slightly.

Besides Akainu, who was temporarily transferred, the navy responsible for guarding the Holy Land also included Vice Admiral Momousagi, who was hailed as an admiral candidate.

He is a level above the lieutenant general.

However, their first appearance wasn't until two years later; I wonder what their current status is...

Morgans' intelligence report didn't contain much information about this beautiful lieutenant general. It emphasized that she seemed to possess a charm that made men unconsciously submit to her, as well as her sword—Konpira.

It must be that this vice admiral received the surprise he left behind. If it were Akainu, the explosion would have been more violent, and there was no smell of sulfur in the smoke.

Then Akainu's location becomes clear.

"Broadcasting the location of the zombies..."

"This should be enough time for that little cutie to climb up."

Buggy muttered to himself, not bothering to conceal his footsteps. He believed that after killing two Celestial Dragons so openly, both the Navy and the CP organization must be frantically searching for him.

Then one's goal has been achieved.

So he sent Swann and Jacques to fetch the little cutie.

"The enemy of the world, he is right here..."

Not far from Bucky, around a corner, a suited agent exhaled softly, trying to calm his breathing.

This is a devil who's good at manipulating people's hearts; I have to be careful. It's best to wait for the CP0 leaders to arrive...

The agent saw Bucky's leisurely figure, and even kicked a couple of pebbles on the roadside, and felt conflicted.

His professionalism as a secret agent required him to step forward and stop the other party to buy some time for CP0 to arrive, but his emotions made him hesitant and timid.

"He has never fought much, always hiding behind the scenes and playing tricks, which shows that his opponent's fighting ability must be very average."

He tried to bolster his spirits, but his fear continued to grow.

It looks like an inflated balloon.

This shouldn't be happening to me. I've received special agent training since I was a child; such cowardice shouldn't be present in me...

"Emotions are often beyond our control, even when we try very hard to control them."

A gentle voice sounded beside the agent.

He suddenly turned his head and saw a floating human head, smiling.

One of them was draped over my shoulder.

The agent looked as if he had witnessed something unbelievable and hurriedly turned his head to look at where Bucky had been.

A thin figure was still kicking the pebbles on the roadside with the same listless expression.

It just doesn't have a head!

"devil!"

The agent's eyes widened, his fear inexplicably amplified, and he almost couldn't help but roar.