"Whoever you are, you'll be nothing but a pile of bones by the end of today!"
Khel was like a queen of the undead. She flicked a finger!
The ground was crawling with skeletons, as if they'd risen from hell. They surged toward Dragon in a single swarm. It was a sinister, terrifying sight—an ordinary person would have been scared to death.
But Dragon was no ordinary person.
He swept his right hand sideways. An invisible blade tore through everything in its path, unstoppable and unmatched. Every skeleton rushing toward him was cut in half, and the attack continued on toward Khel.
That single strike jolted Khel out of her contempt and made her wary.
The skeletons raised a bone shield and coated it with Armament Haki.
It firmly blocked the attack.
With just those two simple moves, Khel had shown that escaping wouldn't be so easy.
In the palace's northwest corner, shattered walls and rubble lay scattered across the ground. A mass of fine sand gathered into shape. Crocodile pinched his cigar and blew out a smoke ring. The swastika-shaped mark on his back rippled, and his signature slicked-back hair and gray-black fur coat gave him the air of a big shot.
"First time meeting you. I'm the Brainwashing Representative, Tsar Crocodile!"
A refined, elegant man stood on the ground, perfectly polite.
He was Groot, captain of the Fifth Fleet and the Charming Idol. His long blond hair fluttered wildly, a fencing sword hung at his waist, and his impeccably tailored clothes gave him a warm, welcoming air.
If there had been any women around, they would have screamed.
For some reason, Crocodile couldn't stand this man. He had an urge to punch that face flat. It felt as if his own good looks were being challenged.
"This emperor