Three extremely luxurious giant cruise ships were sailing slowly under the escort of dozens of Marine warships.
This was the “heavenly tribute” fleet carrying the tributes from countries around the world.
On the deck of the largest main ship, an extremely decadent party was being held.
An ugly, obese woman wearing a transparent bubble helmet and a white spacesuit was surrounded by several gorgeously dressed noble ladies, chatting and laughing about the latest jewelry of the year.
She was the Celestial Dragon, Saint Felika.
Not far from them, in the open-air swimming pool, another male Celestial Dragon, also wearing a helmet, was unscrupulously doing unspeakable things with several beautiful women who had empty eyes.
By the poolside, a middle-aged man wearing a crown and royal robes was kneeling on the ground with dull eyes, staring blankly at his own queen and princess in front of him.
On the deck nearby, a young male Celestial Dragon was holding an exquisite golden pistol, playfully aiming it at several blind old men who were kneeling on the ground, kowtowing and begging for mercy.
“Bang!
Bang!…” With a series of gunshots, the heads of the old men exploded like watermelons, and red and white matter splashed onto a young Marine soldier nearby.
The soldier was so frightened that he shivered all over, instinctively wanting to draw his gun.
“Do you dare to disrespect the Celestial Dragons!” His colleague immediately pressed him down hard, warning him with his eyes.
“Hahaha!
What an interesting expression!” Seeing the expression of fear and anger intertwined on the soldier’s face, the Celestial Dragon seemed to have discovered a new toy and pointed his gun directly at him.
“Bang!” With another gunshot, the young Marine slowly fell down with a look of disbelief on his face.
The surrounding Marine soldiers witnessed their companion being shot and killed for no reason, but they all lowered their heads and remained silent, as if they had seen nothing.
The leading Marine Vice Admiral even put on a fawning smile, walked quickly to the side of the Celestial Dragon, handed over a towel to wipe his hands, and said in an extremely flattering tone.
“Saint Caillon Weilan, you have worked hard.
Why do you need to do such trivial things yourself?” “Get lost!
Don’t touch me with your lowly, dirty hands!” Saint Caillon Weilan kicked the Vice Admiral away, his face full of impatience.
“How boring, there wasn’t even any resistance.
What’s the difference between this and killing an ant?” Just in this dark sea area, a shadow so huge it blotted out the sky and sun suddenly covered the entire fleet.
Everyone who was making merry subconsciously stopped their actions and looked up.
They saw a female figure, a hundred meters tall and like a god or demon, appear in the sky in front of them at some unknown time.
At this moment, Mina’s eyes instantly became colder than the Siberian wind.
Without a word of nonsense, she threw three simple, unadorned, but extremely fast straight punches in succession!
“Boom!
Boom!
Boom!” Three loud noises rang out almost at the same time.
Those three luxury cruise ships, which could be called sea fortresses, disintegrated instantly like building blocks hit head-on by a battering ram, and lay paralyzed on the sea.
The people on the ships, whether they were Celestial Dragons, nobles, or Marines, all fell into a heap like tumbling gourds in this violent tremor.
Screams, cries, and curses instantly resounded through the sky.
Before they could react, a giant palm that blotted out the sky descended from the heavens, accurately pinching Saint Caillon Weilan, who had just been spouting nonsense, and grabbing him up.
“Ah—!
Let me go!
You lowly Giant Race!
Do you know who I am?
I am a Celestial Dragon!” Saint Caillon Weilan struggled crazily in Mina’s huge palm, emitting a sharp, ear-piercing roar.
Mina expressionlessly used her other hand to pinch one of his arms.
“Rip—!” With a crisp tearing sound, Saint Caillon Weilan’s entire right arm was ripped off from his shoulder by Mina!
“Ahhhh—!!!” The unprecedented, intense pain made Saint Caillon Weilan emit a shrill, pig-slaughtering scream, tears and snot instantly smearing his face, and he had already begun to beg for mercy.
On the deck below, everyone was scared out of their wits by this bloody and brutal scene, their faces turning pale, as if the sky had collapsed.
“Quick!
Hurry and save Saint Caillon Weilan!” “Protect the Celestial Dragons!
Kill that monster!” That Marine Vice Admiral and the surrounding CP members, after a brief moment of panic, forced themselves to stand up and rushed towards Mina with fierce expressions but cowardly hearts.
“Shave!” They pushed their speed to the limit, turning into afterimages, attempting to save their noble master from Mina’s hands.
However, the moment those figures were about to approach, Mina raised her right foot, swung her long leg, and delivered a leg whip!
“Bang—!” The air was instantly kicked to explosion, emitting a shrill whistle.
Those figures rushing in the front, whether they were the Marine Vice Admiral or the CP experts, didn’t even have a chance to react before they were kicked into mists of blood in mid-air.
“Rip!” With another tearing sound, Saint Caillon Weilan’s other arm was also ripped off at the root.
Immediately after, it was his legs.
Mina was like a child taking apart a doll, expressionlessly tearing this arrogant World Noble limb by limb.
Finally, with an extremely shrill scream, she closed her five fingers.
“Squelch!” Saint Caillon Weilan’s body, along with his head wearing the bubble helmet, was instantly squeezed into a puddle of meat paste.
Then, Mina casually shook off the blood on her hands and cast her cold gaze toward the other two Celestial Dragons on the deck below who were already scared silly.
Saint Felika and the other unknown male Celestial Dragon were now slumped on the ground, trembling violently, their crotches soaked.
Mina looked at them, and on that beautiful face, she slowly cracked a kind, “nuclear” gentle smile.
She stretched out her finger, as if teasing an ant, and hooked the male Celestial Dragon out from the pile of women he was hiding in.
Then, amidst his terrified and desperate screams, she used her fingernail to slice his body into countless slices as thin as cicada wings, bit by bit.
Finally, she turned her gaze to the only survivor, Saint Felika.
She stretched out her index finger, a cluster of golden-red flames ignited at the tip, and gently tapped it on the woman amidst her terrified screams.
“Ah—!” The flames instantly engulfed Saint Felika; the temperature of the flames was not high, burning her until she suffocated to death.
Having dealt with the three pieces of trash, Mina’s gaze swept over the slaves below who were already completely numb and dull.
She was silent for a moment, and the cluster of golden-red undying flames behind her suddenly surged, turning into a towering sea of fire that enveloped all the numbed slaves.
In the flames, those ragged, battered slaves did not emit any screams.
They looked up, feeling the warmth wrapping around them, and two lines of clear tears flowed from their turbid eyes.
Then, on their faces, without exception, a heartfelt, relieved smile appeared, and they opened their arms to embrace this fire that had liberated them from hell.
Mina expressionlessly watched this scene, without a ripple in her heart.
This was the world of the strong, this was the world of pirates.
Finally, she picked up the three burning ship hulls, shook them, and began to check the “spoils” inside.
Gold, silver, and treasures poured out like a waterfall.
When she saw the mountain of Berries, Mina’s eyes lit up instantly, and that silly, carefree smile hung back on her face.
“Wow!
Struck it rich!
Now my ‘Mini Plan’ finally has a source of funding!” “Happy, must treat myself well today!
Extra meal tonight!” Meanwhile, in the distant sea, on a dog-headed warship.
A Marine ran into the cabin in a hurry.
“Report to Vice Admiral Garp!
The figure of the Giant Race girl, Mina, has been spotted in the sea ahead!” “Oh?” Garp, who was sleeping soundly, opened his eyes suddenly, picked his nose, and then grinned, letting out his signature heroic laugh.
“Pwahahahaha!
So that little brat named Mina is nearby!” He stood up, squeezed his fists, and let out a crisp “crack” sound.
“Just right!
Let me go meet her and let her have a good taste of my ‘fist of love’!”