"Doctor, doctor!"

With Keiichi Sonobe and fifteen CPOs, the pressure on the Navy has been drastically reduced.

Smoker retrieved the dying Xiuzo from the pit and took Hina's body and the badly wounded and confused Foxy to the rear of the navy, covered in blood and roaring.

In the distance Sakasky and Whitebeard were already fighting, and the war did not stop.

"Ahem. . . Ahem.."

Fauce sat half-on the ground and vomited, full of blood and fragments of his lungs.

The whole person is spinning around, and it is very uncomfortable.

The twisted face was full of evil from time to time.

"Quick! Quickly heal the marshal. ”

Smoker was also seriously injured, and at the moment he was completely holding on, looking at the doctor anxious.

If he wasn't natural, Whitebeard's punch just now was enough to keep him from getting up.

Almost all of them were wounded in the navy and belonged to the rear of the navy.

With the intervention of doctors, Xiuzuo's injuries were brought under control, but he was still unconscious.

Faulsie's condition was terrible, and the two doctors looked at it with horror on their faces.

"How's it going?"

Even the pupils of Fuksey's eyes disappeared, and only the whites of his eyes remained.

He has lost his vision.

I can't even find the reason.

"Now the marshal's body is in shambles, and only the abilities of certain devil fruits can be cured."

The two doctors were helpless.

"Then go and find out if there is someone in the navy who can cure the Devil Fruit."

Smoker roared.

"Lieutenant General Tsuru... Lieutenant General Tsuru can wash away the injuries. ”

Not far away, a lieutenant general covered in bandages, his arms disappearing and weak.

"Lieutenant General Tsuru... Where is it. ”

Smoker stood up and couldn't help but vomit blood, looking at the chaotic battlefield and searching.

"Major General Smoker, you need to rest, you can't fight anymore."

The doctor helped Smoker, and the wound that had been bandaged opened again.

"Damn it, get out of here!"

Smoker pushed the doctor away, turned into smoke and forcibly held back the injuries in his body and entered the battlefield again.

"Smoker."

Faulksey didn't have time to stop it, and he couldn't even stand on his feet.

His sense of direction was confused.

In the northern area, the crane is battling the bears while a CPO intervenes.

In any case, Tsuru would never let this man bounce off the wounds of the leaders of the Revolutionary Army and the Whitebeard Pirates.

"Lieutenant General, Faulksie is badly injured and needs your help in the rear."

Smoker went all the way to the duel, his face covered in blood and he was in a hurry.

The crane subconsciously looked behind him, but he couldn't see the battlefield in the middle.

At present, the entire battlefield is full of overlord color, seeing and hearing color, and armed color, which is equivalent to a chaotic magnetic field, and everyone's seeing and hearing color can only play a role in a certain area.

"I'll take it."

"Okay."

Tsuru obviously knew the seriousness of the matter, and retreated directly to the battle circle and wanted to leave.

Xiong tried to stop it, but was blocked by both CPO and Smoker.

After a moment's time, Tsuru rushed to the rear of the navy as fast as he could, and when he saw the abnormal Foxy in the pool of blood, a trace of confusion flashed in his sharp eyes.

With a final sigh, Tsuru made a decision.

"Lieutenant General."

Faulsey could sense the crane's arrival and smiled miserably.

The crane didn't speak, and the scent of his hands began to wash Fukxi.

"Your body."

During the cleaning process, the crane's complexion changed in shock.

How can it be so serious, it's like constant destruction on the inside, completely different from the damage caused on the outside.

"Something went wrong."

Foxy also knew that his health was very bad, and the source was immediately determined to be due to eating two Devil Fruits.

Tsuru stopped talking, but used his ability to begin to cleanse the injuries in Foxy's body little by little, and it would only take a few seconds if it was someone else.

But this time it took half an hour to wash the crane, and at the same time, most of the physical strength was exhausted and the head was sweating.

Even so, it was only a temporary stabilization of Foxie's injury, and there was no cure at all.

"Whew..."

Faulksi felt a sense of relief in his body, and although there was still some gloom, the symptoms of the whirling and disorientation were gone.

Only the eyes are still colorless.

At the same time, Foxy felt the multiplication fruit again, and the previous symptoms were as if they had not happened.

Is the eye the price of this symptom?

So what will be the next time?

Foxy clenched his fists, and he didn't dare to use the multiplier fruit anymore.

He could be sure that the method of eating the two Devil Fruits by himself was wrong, and there were huge flaws and costs.

"Lieutenant General, you have a good rest first, and I will solve this war as soon as possible."

Looking at the almost disengaged crane, Zeus wrapped Fuksey again and turned into lightning and disappeared in place.

In the southern area, Zefa and Karp were still fighting after half an hour.

But everyone can see that Karp is out of oil and the lamp is dry, and he can't hold on.

The punch was as slow as cotton, and Zefa stood there for Karp to attack, landing on him without feeling anything.

The entire side waist has disappeared, and Karp can hold on for so long can be said to be a monster within a monster, the limit of the limit.

"Zefa, I don't think I can hold on anymore."

A punch landed on Zefa's shoulder, and Karp slowly fell to his knees grinning.

Covered in blood and desolate.

Zefa helped Karp to squat down slowly, his eyes full of sentimentality.

"I miss when we were younger."

Karp's eyes flashed with memories, as if he had seen the past.

Become a Navy to know Sengoku, Zefa, and Little Crane, and Roger, Golden Lion, Barorrick, Whitebeard, Locks.... Fight.

"Sengoku, Luffy, Ace..."

Blood and tears poured out of his eyes, and Karp reached out to grab something in the air, but in the end it was empty.

"Go in peace!"

There was only one sentence in a thousand words, and Zefa couldn't help but let himself cry, but tears just couldn't help but welled up in his eyes.

"I miss it so much!"

Like a mosquito, Karp's pupils gradually lost color until the last bit of life fluctuation disappeared.

"Bastard."

Tears blurred Zefa's eyes, and the former old people left one by one.

"Old man."

The dragon, who was fighting against the five old stars and the two CPOs, looked in Karp's direction with some feelings, and fought with tears in his eyes.

He couldn't relax for a moment.

The pain of losing his father and son in a day almost suffocated him.

But he can't fall here.

"Old thing, not dead yet."

On the other side of the battlefield, Sakasky rolled out and smashed one hill after another, standing up with difficulty covered in blood, looking at the white beard on the opposite side who was panting for breath, and spit out the blood foam from his mouth with a hideous face.

The whole atmosphere was trembling, and Whitebeard leaned back with his right hand to hold the air pressure mask, and his angry eyes were wide open and he punched Sakasky.

"Hades Dog."

Sakasky roared and collided head-on with that punch, and his whole body flew out with a clicking sound, and it was difficult to get up for a while.

"Bang!"

Whitebeard's entire torn chest heaved and heaved, and he walked towards Sakasky very slowly, with bloody footprints behind him.

Whether it's Whitebeard or Sakasky, both of them have gone beyond their limits.

If you were an ordinary person, you would have died two or three times ago.

Lying in a pool of blood, Sakasky looked up fiercely at the whitebeard who came over, trying to get up again and again, but failed.

He was incapacitated and his injuries were too severe.

With just one blow, with just one blow you can solve the remnants of this era, and victory will belong to the navy, it will belong to him.

Death, he is not afraid.

It's just that I'm unwilling.