Chapter 86

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Chapter 86: Welcome to My Site

Byrnndi Waldo turned around slowly, and a tall figure came into view. His black hair was tousled by the wind, and his straight suit fit perfectly, giving him a wild and fierce look. Behind him, a wide white cloak danced in the strong wind.

"Marine…"

Byrnndi Waldo narrowed his eyes, his face turning cold. With a swift move, he twisted the metal skateboard in his hand as though it were made of rubber. At the same time, he gently lowered Byojack from his shoulders. Byojack then limped away on crutches.

Swish!

Seeing this, hundreds of pirates nearby paused for a moment. Then, with smirks on their faces, they raised their brand-new weapons, aiming at the Marine colonel.

"Darren… I think I've heard that name before…" Byrnndi Waldo squinted at the young black-haired Marine in front of him. Suddenly, a mocking sneer appeared on his lips.

"Ah, I remember now. A 'big shot' well-known in North Blue. It is said that even the major world government franchise countries in North Blue respect him. The highest officer of North Blue Marine, Rogers Darren."

"If I'm not mistaken, that's you, kid."

Darren didn't respond. He glanced at the mafia member lying on the ground, whose pupils were fully dilated and lifeless.

"Business is not done like this," he said suddenly.

"What did you say?" Byrnndi Waldo was stunned. One eye widened in confusion, and the other narrowed.

"North Blue has its own rules, and business has its own rules. I don't like dealing with people who point guns at me," Darren said calmly. He looked expressionlessly at the dead body of the mafia member.

The moment he finished speaking, the guns in the hands of the pirates flew out as if they had touched something hot, influenced by an invisible force. 

In an instant, the long guns and short cannons turned their muzzles in mid-air, aiming at their original owners. Under the horrified eyes of the pirates, the guns "pulled" the trigger.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of gunfire echoed, and the bullets pierced flesh and blood continuously. The ground, covered in ice and snow, exploded with craters, and patches of bright red blood blossomed on the pirates' twitching bodies, forming a bloody mist.

Byrnndi Waldo's pupils shrank.

The gunfire ceased. Hundreds of bloody pirate corpses fell heavily onto the ground, staining the white land with blood. Smoke still rose from the muzzles of the hovering guns. 

Then, the guns slowly turned, their black muzzles aiming at Byrnndi Waldo.

"Well, now it's fair," Darren said, looking up slowly.

"The ability to control metal?" Byrnndi Waldo narrowed his eyes, a contemptuous smile appearing on his lips.

"A Marine kid who doesn't know his limits. Do you really think having a Devil Fruit makes you my opponent—"

Before he could finish, the twisted metal skateboard on the ground moved as if alive. The silver-white liquid metal quickly wrapped around Byrnndi Waldo's feet, twisting tightly.

Byrnndi Waldo's face changed slightly.

Darren gently moved his fingers. A faint blue arc flashed in the void. The muzzles of the guns erupted with hot flames once again. Bullets turned into a storm of metal, overwhelming Byrnndi Waldo's figure.

"Is that useful?" Byrnndi Waldo sneered. A layer of invisible armor with a metallic sheen quickly covered his body.

Jingle! 

The sound of gold and iron colliding rang out repeatedly. Countless bullets hit Byrnndi Waldo's body, but they all bounced off as if they had struck a steel plate, creating craters in the snow. Facing the onslaught, Byrnndi Waldo had a stern and rebellious look and said with a grin:

"Marine kid, you don't understand the real terror of this sea. North Blue is just a small place. You, who haven't even stepped into the Grand Line, are just a frog in a well who doesn't know the heights of the world!"

After saying that, he yelled violently, and his feet, wrapped in Armament Haki, exerted force. The ground beneath him seemed to groan under his explosive power, making crackling sounds. The metal binding his feet stretched, deformed, and twisted under his struggle.

Darren watched Byrnndi Waldo's movements, his indifferent expression not changing at all.

"No, it's you who doesn't understand the true terror of North Blue."

He suddenly smiled. Byrnndi Waldo was taken aback. Seeing the smile on the corner of Darren's mouth, a sense of unease crept into his heart. Instinctively, he used his Observation Haki to its fullest, then his face changed drastically.

Darren waved his hand powerfully, creating a faint sound of wind and thunder. Swish! The flying snow suddenly seemed to be emptied by some invisible force and poured upside down. Byrnndi Waldo looked up subconsciously. Byojack, hiding under a distant tree, also looked up, his face turning pale.

"What's this..."

A boat.

Two ships.

Three ships.

...

One after another, the warships, like icebreakers, pierced through the clouds. Ten Marine warships lined up neatly, hovering majestically in the sky. The black cannon barrels protruding from the bows and sides of the hulls looked down solemnly and cruelly on the deserted island below, like iron-blooded war beasts revealing their sharp fangs.

"Times have changed, Byrnndi Waldo," Darren said lightly.

In the tightly constricted pupils of Byrnndi Waldo and under Byojack's horrified gaze, Darren raised his hand and made a military gesture—fingers spread, then tightly made a fist.

Rumble! A deafening roar came from far away in the sky. Orange-red flames poured crazily from the black gun barrels, turning the falling cannonballs into a destructive death net! The target was the four pirate ships of the Ward Pirates docked in the harbor!

In the next second, continuous explosions rocked the harbor. The pirate ships docked in the narrow harbor exploded like a string of fireworks. Crimson flames rose from the earth, coastline, and sea, turning into howling wings that licked the sky. The shock wave from the explosion spread out, kicking up mud, pirate ship wreckage, and sea waves. The pitiful wails of pirates faintly emerged from the sea of flames. Black smoke billowed and lingered in the sky. The flying flames turned the dark sky red, almost blood red.

Darren turned his back to the blazing flames, his snow-white cloak illuminated by the fire. Admiral Rogers Darren of North Blue spread his arms wide, pillars of fire erupting behind him. He looked disdainfully at the legendary big pirate in front of him and smiled defiantly:

"Welcome to North Blue. Welcome to my place."