But just as he was about to bash his own skull, a flicker of resistance suddenly crossed his face.
The threat of death made him realize something was wrong.
But that resistance vanished in an instant.
What was wrong with carrying out his master's orders?
Then he swung his club, so black it glowed red, and smashed it into his own head.
Without any active defense, the blow caved in half of Kaido's head.
Even so, Kaido still wasn't dead.
His tremendous vitality was even healing his injuries.
"I need... one more."
Kaido muttered and struck himself again.
With a thud, Kaido lost his strength and collapsed.
But he was still breathing.
"Master, I'm almost... done."
Kaido tried to get up, but he couldn't even lift his spiked club anymore.
His brain was severely damaged.
"I'll help you."
Randall walked up to Kaido, raised his foot, and stomped down on his head.
How wonderful. Master was so kind, actually helping me finish my task.
That was Kaido's final thought.
With a wet splat, a watermelon burst open.
The last pirate Emperor on the seas fell.
From that moment on, the pirates entered an era without Emperors.
"Killing the Three Emperors is easy. Wiping out the pirates is the hard part."
Randall sighed.
Fortunately, he had the navy to help.
"Shall we go, then?"
Caris asked.
"No, there's still someone on Onigashima."
Randall said softly.
He led Caris in a particular direction as he spoke.
Amid the rubble, a girl watched Randall with a hint of fear.
The girl had a pair of red horns and hair that faded from white to green to blue.
She stubbornly gripped a spiked club, her guard up.
"She... she's..."
Caris stared blankly at the horns on the girl's head and that very familiar-looking club.