Pirates: sign in for five years and start sailing

Holy Land.

Mary Joa.

"How's the war going?"

An old man with a bald head and glasses said sitting on a sofa.

"The Navy has begun to regain those lost territories!"

"However, I don't think we can recover them all so soon!"

"This is a long game!"

"Unless high-end combat power appears on the battlefield!"

An old blond man said sitting on the sofa.

"Perhaps we will join the war ourselves!"

"Those people in the Navy are unreliable!"

The old man with white hair said sitting on the sofa.

"I don't know how many people will die in this war!"

"But it would be better to die!"

"It doesn't matter to us!"

An old man with white curly hair sat on the sofa and said.

"Don't forget there is a revolutionary army!"

"Those guys haven't made any movement until now!"

A bald old man sat on the sofa and said.

When it comes to the revolutionary army, these five old men all have a headache.

"Not many people in the Revolutionary Army can affect the overall situation!"

"Only those few!"

"Especially that man!"

"dragon!"

The bald old man sat on the sofa and said in a deep voice.

The five old men sat on the sofa in silence.

A gorgeous transition...

An unknown kingdom.

The kingdom was ablaze with war and the entire country was destroyed.

The sound of artillery fire continued.

Gunpowder smoke filled the air and sounds of fighting resounded.

puff...

Blood splattered, bright red blood fell on the ground, and a corpse with wide eyes fell down.

boom!

Dust was kicked up, and the body lay on the ground filled with rubble and blood.

There were corpses and blazing flames all around, and broken limbs and broken arms were everywhere.

A navy soldier looked at the body lying on the ground with a calm expression.

His whole body was stained red with blood, and his entire face was even more bloody. The strong smell of blood emanated from his body.

The navy soldier held a knife in his hand. The knife exuded a strong smell of blood, and blood dripped from the tip of the knife to the ground.

"Kill another one!"

"I wonder if I will be the next one to die!"

The navy soldier said as he stood on the cracked ground.

Then, he glanced at the chaotic battlefield, where figures were fighting on the ground.

Blood continued to splash out from the body, corpses fell one after another, and the sounds of fighting and screams continued.

There are also some figures running around the battlefield in panic and fear.

Some ordinary people who survived, these people dragged their children and ran on the ground covered with artillery fire and fighting.

Everyone's face was full of fear and panic, their clothes were in tatters, their faces were stained with dust, and their wounds were bleeding.

The child's eyes were filled with boundless fear, and the smell of blood enveloped the country.

puff...

The marine who was standing on the ground just now was suddenly slashed in the back with a knife.

Bright red blood suddenly spurted out from his back. The knife wound was imprinted on his back, and blood continued to overflow from the wound.

The marine turned around with difficulty, his pupils gradually dilated.

As if remembering the person who killed him in his mind, his face was twisted in pain.

In the end, he fell down with hatred, staring at the sky filled with gunpowder smoke with a pair of unwilling eyes.

boom!

His body stirred up dust, and his whole body was red with blood, and warm blood continued to flow from his back.

There was more and more blood, directly dyeing the ground red. The gravel and dust were dyed red by the blood, and some of the blood even flowed into the flames of war not far away.

The pirate who killed him smiled cruelly.

"How dare you look around on the battlefield!"

"Only by constantly fighting can we have any chance of survival!"

After the pirate finished speaking, he started to kill the ordinary people who were running.

The hunter has found a new prey, and it is still a non-threatening prey, and in the end he can only be killed by the hunter.

"no, do not want!"

what……

puff...

When the knife went down, bright red blood splashed out, and the blade was stained red with blood.

The screams and pleas for mercy just disappeared immediately, replaced by an extremely quiet corpse.

boom!

A man's body fell down so unwillingly, and his life was taken away so easily.

the other side of the battlefield.

No one noticed that under a ruin more than ten meters away, a pair of eyes had been staring at the chaotic battlefield.

Those devil-like eyes, those hunter-like eyes, those eyes full of ridicule and teasing.

There were corpses lying on the ground, and blood was constantly flowing from the wounds of these corpses.

Doflamingo fiddled with the five fingers of his right hand, and white threads appeared.

Figures with tears streaming down their faces and red eyes walked toward the person in front of them, holding the weapons in their hands.

I saw that these people's bodies were controlled by white silk threads.

As Doflamingo fiddled with his fingers, the bodies of these people moved forward uncontrollably.

"Quick, get out of here!"

"Quick, stop it!"

"What, what's going on!"

"Why doesn't my body obey its orders?"

"Stay away from my knife!"

"Child, run!"

"mom, Mom, Mom!"

"Why can't my body stop? The knife in my hand makes me so scared!"

"sorry!"

One after another, grief-stricken voices rang out, voices of fear, panic, and grief rang out here.

These people held cold weapons in their hands and walked towards the important people uncontrollably.

The cold weapons were slowly raised. These people's eyes were red and bloodshot, tears and snot flowed from their noses, and their faces were distorted.

The weapons were aimed at the most vulnerable parts of people. These people seemed to have seen the next scene, and everyone closed their eyes in pain.

It seemed as if a bloody and cruel scene was about to appear before their eyes.

Even if these people closed their eyes, their bodies were still shaking, they were afraid, and even so, their movements still did not stop.

puff puff puff...

Bright red blood suddenly sprayed out, and the blood splashed on these people's faces. This blood was the blood of their most important person, and everyone's body trembled.

bang bang bang...

Corpses with smiles on their faces fell down one after another, and blood continued to overflow from their wounds.

There was a sound of falling to the ground, dust was thrown up, and blood flowed out.

"no no……"

"mom, Mom, Mom……"

"Boy, baby..."

"Yes, sorry..."

"asshole!"

The person who killed these corpses opened his eyes, but his eyes were blood red, and his eyes seemed to pop out. His veins were bulging, his face was distorted, and his nose and tears were flowing wildly.

Trembling sounds and painful sounds continued to sound.

These people killed the most important people to them, ended the lives of the dead people with their own hands, and the blood of their loved ones was splashed all over them.

The pungent smell of blood poured into the tips of their noses, and they felt nauseated and continued to vomit.

The flames of war burned all around, and the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood filled the area.

There is nothing more painful than killing relatives, loved ones and children with your own hands.

These people's hearts seemed to be cut by countless knives, and their brains gradually collapsed.

These people gradually lost their minds, and everyone became twisted and ferocious.

Hatred, anger, fear and regret spread over their hearts that were cut into countless pieces by knives.

These people hate this war, hate everyone and the world, and even more hate themselves and the people who control their bodies.

It's a pity that no matter how angry and resentful they are, they can't change the fact.

It is impossible for the dead to be resurrected, and it is impossible for them to take revenge. Their weakness is this cruel fact.

If these people are still alive, they will become extreme people and live in hatred and fear all their lives.

When they close their eyes, they seem to be able to see themselves killing the most important person with their own hands. Blood splatters, painful expressions, and familiar faces will remain with them throughout their lives.

Of course, as long as they can survive, these will appear to torture them.

Baaaaaaaaaaaaaa...

Doflamingo looked at this scene and let out a cruel and bloodthirsty laugh.

"Be afraid, be angry, be trembling!"

"It is your sin to be weak!"

"Weak people should be played with by the strong at will!"

Doflamingo spoke and his five fingers moved again.

With the movements of their fingers, those who had collapsed once again walked towards the corpse lying on the ground.

Dismembering the body, constantly trampling on the corpses, making the deceased uneasy, and watching his own hands trample these corpses with his own eyes.

Collapse, collapse, collapse, collapse, collapse...