One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

Doberman got carried away immediately, black Armament Haki slowly creeping up the snow-white blade, his gaze fixed on Vergo's figure.

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Chapter 70 You've finally figured it out!

What would it feel like to split yourself into tens of thousands of parts?

Bucky used to think that the schizophrenic patients who were specially confined in Arkham Asylum might have some right to speak.

But now.

He is the leading authority in this field.

Because he really divided "himself" into tens of thousands of parts.

Each division of the body carries within it tens of thousands of parts of the spirit that exist simultaneously.

Why should I be involved?

Bucky fully enjoyed this division.

In this agonizing situation, he actually felt a sense of normalcy, as if this was how a normal version of himself should exist.

Cheerful!

It was so much fun!

In his singular mental world, Bucky is like someone inside the compound eyes of an insect, with tens of thousands of different pieces of information flooding into his brain.

A demonic phantom loomed over him, its mouth agape as it laughed maniacally alongside him.

Some soldiers listlessly wiped their cheeks, not realizing that they had gotten a little blood on them.

Bloodstains stained the back of his hand as he wiped.

As a lieutenant general with a stern face shouted in a silent environment, a thin piece of keratin stuck to his neck.

When the elegant woman with long pink hair flipped her hair, a tiny piece of hair stuck to it.

The indifferent officer didn't even notice that a shard of some unknown material had stuck to his body.

……

Lieutenant General Doberman?

Has he gone mad?

Vergo was taken aback. He was first annoyed that the G5 branch members had acted on their own, and at the same time, he read the general meaning from their lip movements.

"traitor."

He always paid special attention to this word, so it was the first word he associated with it.

His expression grew colder without him even realizing it.

Vergo was tall and muscular, wearing a white checkered coat and sunglasses.

A section of bamboo slowly emerged from the cuff of the coat.

This is his weapon, bamboo.

“I am not an enemy, Mr. Doberman.”

Even though he was deeply dissatisfied with Doberman's attitude, and even though he knew his voice was being completely blocked.

As was his instinct as a skilled undercover agent, Vergo still put on a gentle demeanor.

At the very least, we cannot strike the navy first.

There are many people watching here.

The other person seemed to understand his lip movements, and a struggle appeared on their ferocious face.

Doberman is not so easily swayed by his inner emotions.

They were only briefly lost in the carnage.

He began to fear that inner voice.

clown!

Doberman seemed to have a sudden realization.

I remembered my original goal.

The crimson gaze slowly softened.

Blood dripped down the drooping blade onto the deck, making a dripping sound.

In the far distance, a white line flew by, hanging on a cloud devoid of light.

It looked as if a figure was hanging below, swaying among the clouds.

"Little Lord?"

In the silence, Vergo spoke to himself.

He was no stranger to the realm of silence, and in fact, he had few reservations about it.

But those two words struck Doberman like a thunderbolt.

The voice is back?!

The two of them were immediately alarmed.

In Doberman's mind, there was also a voice that mocked him without restraint.

"Hahahahaha!"

The clown's laughter was exaggerated and shrill.

"Did you see that, young master? Your vice admiral colleague is calling a pirate 'young master'!"

"Did you see him? Hahahaha!"

"Where is your justice? Where is your absoluteness?!"

"In your idea of ​​absolute justice, you think all you need to do is obey the navy!"

"It was already riddled with holes!"

"This is what you think justice is, huh? Hahahaha!"

Doberman felt as if the clown was right in front of him, laughing so hard he couldn't bend over.

"Has your sense of justice truly been absolute?"

A mocking voice echoed repeatedly in his mind.

“They have desecrated justice,” Doberman said, his bloodshot eyes returning to calm.

Reason turned into madness.

It's like seeing a rope that could have pulled you up suddenly loop around your neck and keeps tightening.

Then strangle him completely.

"Justice. Absolute justice."

"All those who blaspheme it must be killed!"

In his mental world, the white light cluster squeezed out the living space of all other light clusters.

Although Doberman had no sympathy for his subordinates, although he never cared about the lives of these unrelated people, and although he didn't care about the lives of those so-called common people...

But absolute justice was his only belief.

It is precisely because of this absolute justice that he can disregard everything else and only need to carry out his duties on behalf of the justice behind him.

The premise is that what he represents is true justice.

"That's right, that's right!"

The mocking voice in my mind suddenly didn't sound so harsh anymore.

Instead, he shouted in a mocking and admiring voice, "Kill, kill! Absolute justice should not tolerate even a speck of dust. That's what you should pursue in life!"

"You've finally figured it out, hahaha!"

As the dark clouds drifted by, the silhouettes beneath the white lines were revealed.

A rag doll with a clown mask stuck on it!!

How can a rag doll be swinging in the sky!

Vergo's face was filled with anger, but his familiarity with the Silence Fruit made him lower his guard.

The other party also revealed this area at such a perfect time.

This is impossible to explain now.

Vergo sighed softly, and the thought of killing arose in his mind.

If we kill them all, no one will know, right?

The thought popped into his head involuntarily.

Just like before, he shouldn't have uttered the words "Young Master" so casually.

It feels like there's something inside me that keeps amplifying my emotions and thoughts.

A touch of crimson tinge appeared in his pupils beneath the sunglasses.

The bamboo stalks slowly turned black.

Armament Haki spread upwards.

"Tell Hina what you're doing, Lieutenant!"

The artilleryman, who was freely venting his emotions, was suddenly stopped by a row of black iron bars, which then spun around him as if a net had wrapped around him.

Hina extended her hands to form a pair of black iron bars, tightly locking her subordinates.

Compared to Lord Doberman, who inexplicably massacred his subordinates, and the two warships fighting a little further away, Hina chose to deal with the problems on his own warship first.