"Heehee!!"
On the battlefield, the young-looking Berial was moving around and jumping up and down like a monkey, launching all kinds of attacks.
He used his fists, feet, and even his head.
"Just like a beast."
The center of his attack was the very refined-looking Crowe.
Crowe tilted his head and dodged Berial's fist. At the same time, he glanced in Moore's direction and said, "Is the strongest there?"
With that, he stretched out his arm and slapped Berial's wrist, making him shake.
The latter's figure was a little unstable, but he quickly reacted, his legs hooked and he swung towards Kro.
"Don't underestimate me! I am the strongest of the Grand Corps!!"
"Shave."
The kick missed.
Crowe quickly appeared beside Berial and kicked out, heavily hitting Berial's side and sending him flying. Then, he spread his fingers and faced Berial, who was sliding back, and pointed his fingers, "Finger Gun: Lotus Flower Scatter."
Berial's pupils shrank and his arms immediately crossed. Then there was a sound of "chi chi" and several bloody holes appeared on his arms and body.
"If we are defeated by this degree, it will be a waste of Mr. Kuro's trust in us."
Crowe pushed his glasses with the base of his palm and said lightly, "As Mr. Kuro's trusted right-hand man, I have an obligation to destroy you stupid pirates."
"Ah…"
Berial's arms fell and he revealed a hideous smile. He stretched out his arms and licked the blood flowing out of his arms. "It's really powerful, so powerful that it makes people jealous! If I had such powerful strength, I would have ruled that damn place in Morgati long ago!"
"Morgati?"
Crowe frowned. "You're from East Blue?"
"You have heard of it. Yes, that place, the famous Amusement Kingdom, Morgati!"
Berial lowered his head and muttered, "I'm very jealous, that Prince Fun, I'm so jealous of him! Why can't I have that kind of identity, that kind of power! Just like I'm jealous of you, you're so powerful that you can defeat me easily!"
His voice began to emit a deep sound. A purple spark began to float on the surface of his body, as if it was about to ignite, but there was no burning substance, like an ember.
"Jealousy, too jealous. What you can have, I don't have! Why is the world so unfair to me!"
Berial raised his head and the purple light seemed to corrode his pupils. In his throat, a voice that sounded like multiple people mixed together appeared. "The state of jealousy!"
He loosened his body, stepped forward, and suddenly disappeared.
"Shave?"
This time, it was Crowe's turn to be surprised. He quickly turned around and blocked it with one hand. Berial appeared behind him and punched him.
Bang!!
Crowe felt his arm go numb. He grabbed Berial's wrist and shook him off.
"Let's not talk about strength for now, but what's with the speed? Is it faster than my shaving? How did I learn it…"
Berial, who was shaken off, revealed a sinister smile and suddenly stretched out his five fingers, aiming at Crowe with a surprised expression. Five familiar and powerful forces shot over like bullets.
"Iron block!"
Crowe's body shook and he withstood the five attacks. Five holes were made in his clothes.
"How can you point the gun again?!" He gritted his teeth.
"Hehehehe…"
Berial landed on the ground and lowered his head with a low laugh. "Jealousy is the ability to double the enemy's means of attack back to the opponent. No matter what move you use, I can double it back to you. There's no reason, it's just because of my pure jealousy!"
"Is that all?"
Crowe frowned. "That's it?"
"Simple?!"
Berial looked as if he had been insulted. He straightened his neck and shouted, "Why do you say this is simple! I understand, you are jealous of me! Jealous of my power!"
"Jealous of your power?"
Crowe looked him up and down, took a step, and disappeared in an instant.
Soon, a huge figure appeared in front of Berial.
Pfft!!
A tall werewolf who had already transformed into a half-human stood in front of Berial. His hand full of sharp nails pierced through his chest.
Berial looked down in disbelief at the hand that had pierced his chest. He opened his mouth, but a cloud of blood sprayed out.
"So what if you fight back twice? Your physique… is not very good."
The upper half of Crowe's face has turned into a wolf's head, and his vertical pupils are full of disdain. "How dare you threaten me, Lord Crowe?"
This blow penetrated the heart. No matter what kind of power it is, with this guy's physical fitness, he will definitely die.
"Why…"
Berial raised his head with difficulty, his face was already ferocious. "Why are you so strong!!"
He slowly stretched out his palm, as if he also wanted to approach Crowe's chest.
Not dead yet?!
Crowe was shocked. His arm left Berial's chest and he stepped back, away from Berial.
At the same time, he put the bloody claw to his lips and licked the blood.
Then we have to take it seriously!
"You're so strong, but why…"
Berial staggered forward a step, his bleeding lips bared his teeth and roared: "Why didn't you save us in time!!"
His mind was filled with darkness.
The factory full of smoke, the people hanging the uniform smile, that never seeing the sun with the surrounding metal walls…
At that time, he was inadvertently swept into the sea by the wind and waves and regained his consciousness, but he could only see that his family was also among the group of smiling people. No matter how he called them, he could not change their attitude…
That hellish scene!
He has called out countless times and also hoped for a just Marine!
It's useless! No one can help him!
Why?!
They clearly have great power, a huge warship, and enough weapons to kill people. Why?
Why are these people so strong, why is no one willing to help him, why is no one willing to save his family and his country?!
Why can they laugh and hide in warships and fortresses while eating delicious food? Why can those civilians openly use the things produced in the sweatshop of Morgati? Why is no one paying attention to the current situation of their country?
Justice, how ridiculous!
These people are so enviable!
Can't these people share their happiness with Morgati…
The world is so unfair!
But, if possible, I want a fair world, a peaceful world …
Whether it is Morgati or other countries, everyone can live with their real hearts, a world full of kindness.
"Want to come?"
In a trance, he seemed to see an Iron Virgin. The mask of the Iron Virgin was wide open, revealing the warm and holy smile of a young girl.
"Saving the world requires your strength and you need to bear the 'sin' of others."
… .
"I took responsibility for the crime…"
Bellier staggered and walked towards Crowe step by step. The purple light was even brighter in his pupils.
His hand shot out and pressed against Crowe's chest.
"I am 'Jealous' Berial, I want to… save the world!!"
Click.
As if some limit had been shattered, the purple light in Berial's eyes exploded, along with the purple sparks on his body.
Those eyes gradually dimmed.
His hand, hanging on Crowe's chest, was bent over and he remained motionless.
"Is the vitality burned out?"
Crowe looked at him for a while and sighed. "This ability uses his own vitality…"