Pirate's Swamp Fruit

There was hot fire slurry rolling in the huge iron pot, and the tall buildings were burning with flames. The collapsed stone bridges, houses, and the ground were filled with flames everywhere. .

The heat wave is sweeping, and the sea of ​​blood and flames reflects the scarlet color. This is a world with the theme of fire and blood - scorching hell!

A part of tall buildings and bridges constitute a prison network. Under these buildings and bridges are huge iron pots full of fire soup and a sea of ​​fire.

Wilder was standing in the aisle outside the cage at this time, looking at the sea of ​​fire at the bottom and the prisoners on the bridge who were working as labor to carry the wood.

The wide bridge makes the prisoners carrying wood look like ants, lingering ants.

From time to time, some prisoners couldn't stand the scorching air and oppressive atmosphere, they dropped the wood and wanted to escape, but before they could take a few steps, they were thrown off the bridge by a huge creature and fell into the huge iron pot below , not even a single wave turned up.

"That guy...if I'm not wrong, it should be one of the four Jailor Beasts."

Wilder looked at the scene below with no expression on his face, but he already knew in his heart that things were a little difficult.

It can be said that in terms of the combat power of the prison alone, among all the floors of the city, the Burning Hell is definitely the most well-deserved number one.

Not only is the office of the prison director of Impel Down City located on this floor, but the chief warden and the four jailer beasts she commands are also on this floor. No matter which one they are, they are extremely terrifying figures.

Wilder looked at the sea of ​​​​fire below, and could hardly find a place that was not affected by the flames. Maybe there was, but at least it couldn't be seen from him.

The plan to get through lv4 to lv5 has not yet started, but Wilder has a feeling of being unable to get started.

Standing in place and meditating for a while, Wilde's eyes flickered, and he looked at the prisoners passing by on the bridge below.

Grinning silently, Wilder jumped forward, and the whole person fell downward.

"clatter!"

He tried his best to keep the noise down as low as possible, and Wilder stepped on a protruding building, his legs slightly bent, slowing down the shock force of the landing.

At this time, Wilder's eyes were just parallel to the guardrail of the bridge, and he was well hidden under the cover of the guardrail.

On the bridge are prisoners carrying huge timber, and Wilder is like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to move.

The mire climbed up the guardrail without a sound, and the passing prisoners knew nothing about it.

Wilder's eyes were like poisonous snakes, watching the prisoners coming and going, and he would shoot instantly if he had the opportunity.

Quietly dormant waiting is to be able to hit the target with one blow.

Soon, a prisoner entered Wilder's target range, and the swamp surged silently against the guardrail and flowed toward the other person's back.

"Gulu!" The flow of the swamp gradually accelerated under Wilde's control.

"What sound?" The prisoner stopped in doubt.

"Gulu!" The swamp clinging to the guardrail suddenly burst out and surged up before the prisoner recovered, instantly wrapping his body.

"Ugh...!" In the prisoner's frightened eyes, the swamp dragged him and instantly threw him off the bridge.

The timing was perfect, and no one noticed that a prisoner was missing from the bridge.

"Crack!" After a while, the sound of the handcuffs being untied sounded somewhere under the bridge.

Wilder, who was dressed in prison uniform and handcuffed with Hailoushi, appeared on the bridge at some point.

There was a suppressed smile under the downcast face. Like other prisoners, Wilder quietly blended in while carrying a long thick log.

While walking forward, a pair of eyes is also looking around, Wilder's goals are those places that allow him to settle down and are suitable for opening up to lv5.

The hot air gushing up from below brought a sense of extreme irritability. Wilder's eyes were calm, and he followed the steps of the prisoner in front. His face was always lowered to avoid being noticed.

Along the way, all kinds of cursing and the plop of the prisoner falling into the iron pot continued to enter Wilder's ears.

Wilder remained expressionless as he followed the other prisoners.

Here, the most worthless thing is the prisoner's life, and Wilder, as one of them, can only watch all this happen silently.

Physical strength and moisture were rapidly consumed under the high temperature, and Wilder still couldn't maintain a good state in this environment that restrained him. The sweat that appeared on his face and was quickly evaporated made Wilder's face Gradually becomes dry and quickly takes on a burnt look.

After adjusting his breathing, he still kept up silently. Although he knew that going on like this would definitely be bad for him, Wilder had no other choice for the time being.

The suppression brought by the environment is unavoidable. As long as he wants to open the lv5 channel, he will always have to face the high temperature.

"You bastard! Are you looking for death by walking so slowly!?"

"Sorry! Please bypass me this time!"

"Ah? What are you talking about? Everyone is working so hard! How can you be forgiven for being lazy!"

"call out…"

"Snapped!"

"what!"

The crackling sound of the waving whip mixed with angry shouts reached Wilder's ears.

Slowing down slightly, Wilder looked in the direction of the sound.

A violent jailer brandished a whip and hit a prisoner who had long lost his vitality. Unlike the jailers of Hunger Hell, the jailers of Burning Hell Hell all wore half-covered hoods, leaving only the mouth below.

The cruel smile on the jailer's mouth could be clearly seen even from a distance.

Wilder noticed that the prisoners around him had obviously changed.

Silence was a wordless resistance, but those huge fists that were clenched tightly but never waved made them look more like a group of cowards than so-called vicious criminals.

Different from these criminals, Wilde noticed that the cursing jailer not far away pushed the dead prisoner's body off the iron pot, and then made an appointment with his colleagues to drink tonight.

"Then, it's decided."

"I will force you down tonight!"

"Hahaha! If you have the ability, come on!" The two jailers were talking and laughing, waving their whips and hitting the prisoners within reach.

Withdrawing his gaze, Wilder calmly walked forward.

It's just that under the drooping face, a devilish smile is gradually blooming.

"Hmm... Maybe I chose the wrong person to play from the beginning."

The eyes under the shadows were already bloodshot, ferocious and excited.

"Maybe...it's time for a new identity."

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