I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

On the sea heading to Impel Down from Malinfando, Riggins's warship was traveling under the starry night.

"Well, okay, I see."

Outside the hatch, a CP was holding the phone and nodding. He was Riggins' adjutant, Moses. He had been Riggins' favorite adjutant since the two unlucky guys were tricked to death on the ship by the Sith.

To a certain extent, he had to thank Sith. If Sith had not cleared the obstacles for him, he would not have been able to usurp Riggins' favor in a short time.

In order to repay Sith's kindness, Moses had only one thing to do: please let him perform the final blow.

Sending Buddha to the West, since you have already given him a great gift, why not give him another push? The ascending ladder composed of bones and corpses is more beautiful than the pile of buttocks.

After Gan kills the Sith, based on his merits, he is truly one person under the Riggins faction and above ten thousand people.

If there is still a chance to outlast Riggins, then he will be the one to play with his butt from now on, rather than someone else playing with his ass.

To be honest, Riggins is really not a good person.

I touched my butt, it seemed like there was blood last night.

But there is no way, this is the necessary price to pay for climbing up, and he is not strong enough to get rid of Riggins yet.

Nodding, he hung up the phone and frowned slightly. The situation in Impel Down didn't seem to be very good. That guy Deaver actually said that the Sith suppressed the rebellion on the first floor alone. It was really ridiculous.

Is that the personal strength of the Sith?

That's the government's majesty. If you kill one or two leaders, won't the prisoners below calm down?

As long as the government's banner is raised, another dog will be enough to suppress the rebellion, that is, he is not here, otherwise he must have done better than the Sith.

He rubbed the stiff muscles on his face. He didn't want to put on that flattering smile, which he did every day. He was a little tired, so he didn't want to report to Riggins now.

As long as Sith is still within the system, he will not be able to resist Riggins. This is a natural restraint in official circles. It is the same for everyone, without exception.

Moses stood at the bow of the boat and looked into the cabin. Riggins was still sleeping. He was a person who lived a regular life and must sleep for seven hours a day. He had a faint smile on his lips and didn't know what he was thinking about.

……

Push forward to the second level of the city, the beast hell.

The blood cloud that shrouded the surroundings seemed to have turned into a spectacle that lingered all year round. Under the phone bug, nothing could be seen except the black mist dyed red.

There was deathly silence in the space. Occasionally, two drops of blood would slip from the corner of the wall. It seemed like a dead world.

rustle……

Suddenly, the pile of corpses began to squirm, as if a group of flesh insects were gnawing at the corpses.

This space is getting weirder and weirder, downright creepy.

Hiss!

A mutilated right hand stretched out from the pile of corpses. The dry right hand, which seemed to have no moisture at all, seemed to confirm his identity. This was a victim who died at the hands of the Sith.

Black threads pierced through the black mist, piercing deeply into his skin and squirming in his blood vessels and nerves.

In an instant, the corpse that should have been dead for a long time suddenly became erect, with no emotion in its pupils, like a moving doll.

The hands and feet were stiff, and the corpse began to move deeper into the black mist. Whether walking or crawling, the slightly intact corpses all around were gathered towards the center of Level 2 under the urging of the black line.

Through the black mist, in the center of the darkness, Sith was sitting cross-legged on the ground. He didn't care about the blood remaining on the ground. He was quietly wiping the knife there. A black thread stretched out from his back, like a knife. Just a dark tentacle.

Compared to traditional puppet masters, he and Scorpion are actually more similar. Their methods of controlling puppets are no longer limited to their hands.

Through the use of nuclear weapons, Scorpion created the secret technique of hundreds of machines that could destroy a country, while the Sith used darkness to replace the use of chakra lines and nuclear weapons. To a certain extent, the Sith themselves are a giant of the core.

It's just that compared to Scorpion, Sith's methods are more inhuman. Compared to puppets, the puppets in his hands are more like awakened zombies.

Time passed minute by minute, and about two hours passed. The moving corpses around seemed to have suddenly reached a certain critical point. That was a number much larger than the hundred-machine drill. A rough estimate was that there were Nearly a thousand people.

This number is terrifying. Counting those who were not covered by the puppet silk and the mutilated corpses, there are thousands of people who died directly at the hands of the Sith today.

Throwing away the rag, Sis scratched his head. Is he so fierce?

He glanced at the densely packed dead puppet corpses all around.

Well, that's how fierce he is.

I didn’t get too entangled in this matter. They were all a group of people who deserved to die. Instead of letting them out to harm others, it would be better to die in his hands.

He rubbed his temples. It was still dark, and his brain was a little swollen. Controlling so many puppets at the same time, even the brains of those with Level 4 abilities would be a little overwhelmed. After all, puppets are not just moving. Yes, actions, mechanisms, everything is explained.

Now that time is tight, it is naturally too late to deal with the corpse puppet like a traditional puppet master, but it doesn't matter, the famous explosive esthetician and the Akatsuki Blue Dragon Deidara who can compete with the doctor for Scorpion's number one gay friend once said.

Art is Patrick Star!

It doesn't matter if he's not skilled enough, he's just worried about not having enough ammunition. If he micromanages it properly, he feels like he can seal the complete Burning Escape in a corpse, and that feeling will probably be very satisfying.

As for the battlefield, Sis thought about it and finally chose Level 4.

Although they may face a siege, if you think about it from another angle, isn't it just a matter of catching them all after Straw Hat and Blackbeard join forces victoriously?

There are pros and cons, but the pros outweigh the cons.

As for the current problem...

Sith glanced at the dark corpse in front of him. How to transport his big babies to Level 4 was a problem.

……

"This is the ship of Mr. Riggins, the senior prosecutor of Judiciary Island. Impel City, please be ready to open the door."

Twice a day, a small crack opened in the door of justice.

Ghost Spider, who was resting with his eyes closed on the boat, opened his eyes and frowned slightly.

"The ship on Judiciary Island? Could it be that Riggins wants to cause trouble again?"

The corner of his mouth tilted and he made a disdainful sound,

"Huh, even if I'm not tough, I'll play with such dirty things."

As he spoke, he turned his head,

"Adjutant, bring me my phone and call General Sakaski. He said that Senior Prosecutor Riggins of Judiciary Island colluded with the Straw Hat Boys to start a riot and tried to subvert Impel Down. They were blocked by Lieutenant Commander Sith on the spot. kill."

Smoke surrounded him, and the ghost spider's eyes were particularly scary.

The adjutant's movements were hesitant and he was stunned for a moment.

"Lieutenant General, hasn't the prosecutor not yet..."

"Will die."

Ghost Spider interrupted him, with an unmistakable sound in his voice. He threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it.

"Who does he think we are? Are we the kind of people who will be killed casually? A bunch of idiots who have lost their minds in reading. They are really naive. Today, he must die whether he wants to die or not. Sith We will never let him walk out of this door alive."

The adjutant was suddenly at a loss for words. He glanced at the gate of the Impulse City that was gradually opening, and a chill suddenly came over him. In his eyes, it seemed that it was no longer a door, but a large open net, waiting for him at any time. It entangles people in it and swallows them whole.