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咈咈咈咈咈......

Doflamingo laughed like a devil as he looked at the comedy before him.

"A bunch of puppets being manipulated!"

"Cry all you want!"

"Let's see who will live last!"

"The person who lives at the end will be rewarded with a small reward!"

咈咈咈咈咈......

Doflamingo looked at the people killing each other in front of him, with a devilish smile on his face, and said in a cold voice.

A massacre full of sorrow and fear is taking place. Is this a comedy or a tragedy?

Maybe for Doflamingo this is an enjoyable comedy, but for the people in the comedy.

It was a tragedy of pain and fear and anger.

These people controlled by white threads held the weapons in their hands and mercilessly killed their friends and comrades in front of them.

The saddest thing is that they don’t know who is controlling them, and they don’t even know what they are controlling.

They could only use their incompetence and roar to brutally kill the friends and comrades they had been with day and night, including even their relatives or their own children or fathers.

Everyone's eyes were extremely red, as if they were dyed red with blood, and their eyes seemed to pop out.

The knives in their hands were constantly dripping with bright red blood, and it fell on the ground drop by drop.

The bodies of these people were stained red with blood, and their clothes seemed to have been soaked in a pool of blood. The blood was red and exuded a strong smell of blood.

Some people's faces were stained red with blood, and tears flowed from their eyes. The tears streaked the blood on their cheeks. The transparent tears immediately turned red, and blood-red blood beads slid down their cheeks and fell to the ground.

There are two types of pain, one is to make you continuously stronger in pain, and the other is worthless and will only make you suffer more.

Some people continue to become stronger in pain, and some people continue to suffer in pain.

In such a world where strength is valued, with strong strength, you can do whatever you want.

People without strength can only be tortured and trampled on.

Even if you can't protect the things you want to protect, you will watch your important things being destroyed and trampled on.

Lucky people live in a happy world all their lives, while unlucky people live in a world of dire straits and pain.

Even if the tragedy in front of you has not happened to you, watching it is enough to make people sad and scary.

I saw that Veras Dragnelson's whole body was stuck to the ground full of blood, like a sticky ball of paper that had just been soaked in a pool of blood.

The disgusting blood-red color and smell of blood are his substantial inner being. No one wants to touch him. After all, no one is willing to use their clean hands to pick up a piece of garbage that is dirty and smells of blood.

Or maybe no one touched him because everyone around him died and turned into cold corpses, and he killed these people with his own hands.

Vilas Dragnelson had just killed a person, and he was already numb. He was now like a puppet, letting the white threads control his body.

Then, Veras Dragnelson held the bright red knife in his hand and walked towards a person's back.

This time he didn't scream, he let his uncontrollable body walk towards the back of the person in front of him.

His tears had dried up, his eyes were blood-red, his whole face was blood-red, his whole body was blood-red, and his heart seemed to have died.

Although his heart was still beating, it was beating without any emotion, just like a machine that kept repeating its beating frequency until it broke down.

Veras Dragnelson raised the knife dripping with blood in his hand high. His face was expressionless, or his expression could not be seen. His face was stained red with blood, and the blood obscured his expression.

Then, a knife slashed towards the person in front of him, and the sound of a sharp weapon cutting through flesh and blood was heard.

puff...

what……

A scream sounded, accompanied by bright red blood.

Bright red blood with a pungent smell of blood spurted out from the person's back.

Immediately, pungent blood splashed onto Willas Dragnelson's face and body, and the knife in his hand was once again stained red with blood.

Willas Dragnelson's whole body and his knife were filled with blood again, and the warm blood slid down his body and face.

The blood-red knife once again dripped warm blood. This knife couldn't be redder. In addition to being red, there was also a pungent smell of blood.

poof...

A corpse with blood flowing from its back fell down and fell on the ground stained red with blood.

There was a horrific wound on the back of this corpse. The flesh and blood inside could be seen, and blood continued to flow from the wound.

The corpse's face was facing the ground, and its face was immediately stained with blood on the ground.

Willas Dragnelson was like a puppet, killing one person and then moving on to the next until he was killed.

At this moment, he is like a killing machine, a killing machine controlled by others.

A numb killing machine.

West Hallett saw Willas Dragneilson acting like a killing machine.

He stepped on a corpse without any fluctuation, and then followed behind Willas Dragnelson.

West Hallett was controlled by white threads, which controlled him to walk towards the back of Willas Dorag Nelson.

The goal was to kill Vilas Dragneilson. He followed him all the time, saw everything he needed to see, and shouted everything he needed to shout.

In the end, he was defeated by this power and these threads.

He was numbly controlled by silk threads while following Veras Dragnelson.

He also killed some people. He saw people killing each other around him. He walked on the corpses on the ground.

He heard all kinds of sounds and all kinds of pictures with his own ears and saw with his own eyes, he was numb.

He was even afraid, terrified, and he could feel that he was walking in a world of hell.

He didn't want to believe that this was all true, he would rather believe that this was a nightmare.

Unfortunately, the screams and blood broke his fantasy, and he had to accept this cruel reality.

In the end, he became a numb puppet, allowing unknown enemies and forces to control this puppet's body.

Originally, it would be a good thing for them to take away all the resources of the king's army.

Unfortunately, in an instant they came to the world of hell, and their bodies were controlled by unknown forces.

Taking the lives of familiar people with trembling hands, and walking on their corpses mercilessly.

His body and face were stained with their blood, as if they were on his body.

Blood was like their tears, constantly flowing out of their bodies.

Fear, fear, despair, numbness...

An extremely long and terrifying process turned these people into numb puppets.

These people gradually collapse, their brains go blank, and their hearts become machines.

The body doesn't seem to be his, but it is his at the same time.

The screams were so harsh, and the blood splattering on the body and face was so real.

As this murderous comedy progressed to the second half, the two finally came to each other's eyes.

There were cracks on the dry earth, and red blood flowed into rivers along the cracks in the ground. The cracks in the ground instantly turned blood red.

Like a pool of blood.

The cold evening wind blew across the dry and cracked earth. What happened that night might have been an alternative drama.

Just like the night sky, where are the stars in the night sky, there is only a sad and miserable song under the endless falling trees.

Willas Dragnelson and West Hallett stood in front of each other.

Their faces were red, but they showed a scary and sad smile.

In the end, the two men slashed at each other with knives.

puff...

Bright red blood spilled to the ground like a pool of warm water.

Eventually it merged with the blood on the ground.