NOVEL WEB If you are a pirate, you will be in the Straw Hats
Chapter 503
With simple words, Em probably didn't know how he could say such words, but the sword ghost who heard this immediately knelt on one knee, stroked his arm and said, "Yes... Obey the order. Then he waited quietly for a while, seeing that Em did not respond, he stepped back and beckoned three cp0s to retreat directly, and then he dialed the phone worm again, and after a long time, he greeted a cp0 and said: "Let the Kingdom of Goya send troops to clean it up, the king said to give him ten years of freedom, and the power of the witches of the country of Wano cannot reach the top without an altar, these people will be made amends for the sins we sent to His Highness... Then you leave one to guard him, and when you go back, don't talk nonsense, and the king will be angry if you lose his traces. "
No..."
The voice disappeared into the silent village, and you could faintly see the heads of the army surging, enveloping the village.
And in the dojo....
Em held Onitori and looked at Mitsuki Sukiyaki, gesturing in his hand as if he was choosing where to open his mouth from the better, while the latter looked at Em with a guarded expression, this intensity... It should not be something that no altar can have at all.
Wheat has lost its breath, no matter what, the goal of Mitsuki Sukiyaki along the way has become a shadow, not to mention that this guy in front of him can not match it in terms of strength or identity, and his heart gradually rises to retreat.
Em tilted his head to look at Mitsuki Sukiyaki, his face was filled with puzzlement, although he had strength at this time, this mind seemed to be destroyed and turned into an ignorant child.
Although he didn't know who Mitsuki Sukiyaki in front of him was, the purest desire directed him to tear Mitsuki Sukiyaki to pieces... Moving with his heart, Em's figure appeared next to Mitsuki Sukiyaki in a flash, and Oni Toru drew a piercing arc in the air, like the sound of an evil ghost's roar sounding in the dojo, as if he wanted to sweep the full moon blade that was also cut by this dark night.
Mitsuki Suki's gaze froze, and he waved his knife to block his figure and immediately retreated, looking at this direction was obviously preparing to flee directly, and the exquisite egoism to make such a choice should have been expected a long time ago.
Of course, Em couldn't let him go, and when he stepped on the ground, his body rotated and turned into direction, and then he bent his knees slightly and shot out like a sharp arrow, and the speed of Mitsuki Sukiyaki was not long, but...
The fire in the village rises, and the wail that sounds from time to time spreads in the village with the bloody atmosphere, and the army of the Goya Kingdom enters and turns this place into a purgatory on earth just by looking at the face, compared to the burning and looting of pirates, these soldiers look more professional and more cruel, with orders as a reason, there is no psychological burden when they start.
Em, who was chasing Mitsuki Sukiyaki, stopped and watched him disappear into the night, and the murmur in his head seemed to be trying to forcibly help him regain his senses, but the bloody qi penetrated into his body as if he had been summoned by some kind... The bloodthirsty desire and gentle murmur made Em's head tingle strongly, and he covered his forehead and made a muffled sound in his mouth, and after a while he straightened his body again, his five fingers moved slightly to grip the ghost thoroughly, and his expression was a little strange when he looked at the firelit village.
......
The blade entered from the back of the heart, and then drilled out from the chest, and at the same time there was gushing blood, and the soldier who was chasing a child looked stupidly at the blade on his chest, wanting to turn his head to see who had plundered his life... But just this simple action he can't do, the blade is drawn out faster than when he enters, and the blood stains brought out cover Em's body, making him covered in blood, obviously it is only the first time to kill, his eyes can't see any emotions except sluggishness, and even the blood stains on his body did not make him show the slightest disgust.
Em stuck out his tongue and licked, looking at the child blankly, this child may also be a student in the dojo, he looked at Em's appearance was frightened, fell to the ground and did not move, after a while, the child seemed to slow down, tears came out of his eyes, hands and feet struggled to rush towards Em.
"Bang!"
The primitive flintlock gun also had the ability to take his life, and blood flowers exploded at the temples of the child who had just gotten up, and the eyes that had just regained their hope became dim, and the sound of this gun pulled Aim's attention away, and where the gunshots sounded, several soldiers surrounded the guy in the middle, and they could faintly hear their praise and discussion of marksmanship.
Draco, nobles, commoners, slaves... There are clear classes, even if a nobleman who has a lord in peacetime kills a commoner, it is not a big deal, not to mention that this time there is an order to clear the scene issued by the world government....
Clearing the scene, that is, leaving no living mouth... But what they didn't expect was....
"The number of people looks similar, so it can be considered to meet the requirements of the altar." On the cliff outside the village, Sword Ghost Boy carefully counted the number of people and breathed a sigh of relief, but he counted... It is the number of troops, and the flesh and gas of civilians alone cannot meet the requirements.
Pawns, discarded pieces... As a fertilizer for the seedlings to thrive, how can it make the superior have the slightest hesitation, let alone just this force, if there is a need, even the lives of everyone in this Goya Kingdom do not need to have any hesitation.
Em watched the child's body fall to the ground, the tingling sensation in his heart made him extremely uncomfortable, the only thing he could do now... His figure moved, appeared next to the soldier who was happily pressing the bullet, and the ghost in his hand was inserted into the soldier's temple like a tofu, so that several soldiers who were still talking and laughing around were stunned, watching the scene in front of him and reflexively raised the gun in his hand.
But all they can do is lift up, the full moon blade flashes away, their heads and bodies say goodbye, originally just a simple task, originally just a task with a welfare nature, how could it be... It becomes like this.
The bloody aura on Em's body became even stronger, and as a ray of red light entered his body, his consciousness seemed to return with it, but... I don't know if it's the self-protection mechanism or some other reason, I can feel that he is resisting the return of consciousness, maybe this hell he really doesn't want to set foot in.
The killing continues, and the rate at which civilians die is about the same as the rate at which soldiers die ... Fire, corpses, blood and roars have made this small village lose its former tranquility.
Until Monasha's painful wail sounded, making Em stunned for a moment, and then his figure flashed and rushed towards the place where the voice sounded.
No..."
The voice disappeared into the silent village, and you could faintly see the heads of the army surging, enveloping the village.
And in the dojo....
Em held Onitori and looked at Mitsuki Sukiyaki, gesturing in his hand as if he was choosing where to open his mouth from the better, while the latter looked at Em with a guarded expression, this intensity... It should not be something that no altar can have at all.
Wheat has lost its breath, no matter what, the goal of Mitsuki Sukiyaki along the way has become a shadow, not to mention that this guy in front of him can not match it in terms of strength or identity, and his heart gradually rises to retreat.
Em tilted his head to look at Mitsuki Sukiyaki, his face was filled with puzzlement, although he had strength at this time, this mind seemed to be destroyed and turned into an ignorant child.
Although he didn't know who Mitsuki Sukiyaki in front of him was, the purest desire directed him to tear Mitsuki Sukiyaki to pieces... Moving with his heart, Em's figure appeared next to Mitsuki Sukiyaki in a flash, and Oni Toru drew a piercing arc in the air, like the sound of an evil ghost's roar sounding in the dojo, as if he wanted to sweep the full moon blade that was also cut by this dark night.
Mitsuki Suki's gaze froze, and he waved his knife to block his figure and immediately retreated, looking at this direction was obviously preparing to flee directly, and the exquisite egoism to make such a choice should have been expected a long time ago.
Of course, Em couldn't let him go, and when he stepped on the ground, his body rotated and turned into direction, and then he bent his knees slightly and shot out like a sharp arrow, and the speed of Mitsuki Sukiyaki was not long, but...
The fire in the village rises, and the wail that sounds from time to time spreads in the village with the bloody atmosphere, and the army of the Goya Kingdom enters and turns this place into a purgatory on earth just by looking at the face, compared to the burning and looting of pirates, these soldiers look more professional and more cruel, with orders as a reason, there is no psychological burden when they start.
Em, who was chasing Mitsuki Sukiyaki, stopped and watched him disappear into the night, and the murmur in his head seemed to be trying to forcibly help him regain his senses, but the bloody qi penetrated into his body as if he had been summoned by some kind... The bloodthirsty desire and gentle murmur made Em's head tingle strongly, and he covered his forehead and made a muffled sound in his mouth, and after a while he straightened his body again, his five fingers moved slightly to grip the ghost thoroughly, and his expression was a little strange when he looked at the firelit village.
......
The blade entered from the back of the heart, and then drilled out from the chest, and at the same time there was gushing blood, and the soldier who was chasing a child looked stupidly at the blade on his chest, wanting to turn his head to see who had plundered his life... But just this simple action he can't do, the blade is drawn out faster than when he enters, and the blood stains brought out cover Em's body, making him covered in blood, obviously it is only the first time to kill, his eyes can't see any emotions except sluggishness, and even the blood stains on his body did not make him show the slightest disgust.
Em stuck out his tongue and licked, looking at the child blankly, this child may also be a student in the dojo, he looked at Em's appearance was frightened, fell to the ground and did not move, after a while, the child seemed to slow down, tears came out of his eyes, hands and feet struggled to rush towards Em.
"Bang!"
The primitive flintlock gun also had the ability to take his life, and blood flowers exploded at the temples of the child who had just gotten up, and the eyes that had just regained their hope became dim, and the sound of this gun pulled Aim's attention away, and where the gunshots sounded, several soldiers surrounded the guy in the middle, and they could faintly hear their praise and discussion of marksmanship.
Draco, nobles, commoners, slaves... There are clear classes, even if a nobleman who has a lord in peacetime kills a commoner, it is not a big deal, not to mention that this time there is an order to clear the scene issued by the world government....
Clearing the scene, that is, leaving no living mouth... But what they didn't expect was....
"The number of people looks similar, so it can be considered to meet the requirements of the altar." On the cliff outside the village, Sword Ghost Boy carefully counted the number of people and breathed a sigh of relief, but he counted... It is the number of troops, and the flesh and gas of civilians alone cannot meet the requirements.
Pawns, discarded pieces... As a fertilizer for the seedlings to thrive, how can it make the superior have the slightest hesitation, let alone just this force, if there is a need, even the lives of everyone in this Goya Kingdom do not need to have any hesitation.
Em watched the child's body fall to the ground, the tingling sensation in his heart made him extremely uncomfortable, the only thing he could do now... His figure moved, appeared next to the soldier who was happily pressing the bullet, and the ghost in his hand was inserted into the soldier's temple like a tofu, so that several soldiers who were still talking and laughing around were stunned, watching the scene in front of him and reflexively raised the gun in his hand.
But all they can do is lift up, the full moon blade flashes away, their heads and bodies say goodbye, originally just a simple task, originally just a task with a welfare nature, how could it be... It becomes like this.
The bloody aura on Em's body became even stronger, and as a ray of red light entered his body, his consciousness seemed to return with it, but... I don't know if it's the self-protection mechanism or some other reason, I can feel that he is resisting the return of consciousness, maybe this hell he really doesn't want to set foot in.
The killing continues, and the rate at which civilians die is about the same as the rate at which soldiers die ... Fire, corpses, blood and roars have made this small village lose its former tranquility.
Until Monasha's painful wail sounded, making Em stunned for a moment, and then his figure flashed and rushed towards the place where the voice sounded.
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