I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

Bloody black mist floated in front of my eyes.

Sith stood on a high platform somewhere on the second floor, and he had a panoramic view of all Riggins' movements. The black mist, which might be troublesome in the eyes of ordinary people, not only failed to hinder his sight, but actually strengthened his perception. To an astonishing level, his domineering power of knowledge was enough to cover the entire second floor.

Staring at Riggins, the expression on his face did not change at all. It looked like he was wearing a mask. Only extremely careful people would notice that Sith's fingers were trembling slightly, and his index finger gently rubbed the blade. , he had a strong smell of blood and a very strong murderous aura.

This murderous intent was not expressed in empty words, but was expressed with heads piled up one by one.

Sith can't control his murderous aura!

He has killed a lot of people recently. Whether he was following the Ghost Spider or advancing into the city, he was killing constantly.

No one knows how many people died at his hands, certainly not even himself.

For ordinary people, continuous killing will only breed violence. If they don't have a strong enough will to fight against it, they will eventually become either a madman or a ruthless killing machine.

But he was different. No matter how many people died in his hands, his eyes were still as quiet as a deep spring, dark and without any ripples.

He is a born creature of darkness, and darkness is willing to defend him and devour all invading enemies for him.

Da da da!

The footsteps of Riggins and others were getting louder and louder, or in other words, they were deliberately hitting the ground with their heels, as if this would make them feel better.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a dark wind seemed to blow through the sealed beast hell, and the smoke dissipated instantly, leaving everything within a ten-meter radius empty.

An indifferent figure, like a gathering of darkness, stood quietly on the high platform, crossing his arms and looking at them coldly.

Darkness gathered behind him, like a cloak made of shadows, and countless bloody souls howled behind him, forming a pair of ruthless, huge bloody pupils.

The flames entangled the tips of his hair, illuminating his face with incomparable majesty. He was like the king of hell, and he could reach the power called death by stretching out his hand.

He didn't hide himself. A bunch of losers who were used to sitting in offices couldn't arouse his interest in pranks.

The scene in front of them was somewhere between fantasy and reality. Riggins and others were slightly distracted, their knees became weak, and they couldn't help but kneel down.

What the hell is this?

Ruijins and others shouted in their hearts, holding themselves up, their legs trembling.

As strong men, their will is too weak. Although they have such a strong body, their will is not even comparable to that of a billion-dollar pirate. I really don’t know where they get that strength?

"Riggins, are you here to end things with me?"

There was no dryness in Sith's voice, it was full of magnetism, like the voice of a god, but in their ears it was more harsh than the most painful wail.

There is only one thought in Riggins' mind now.

A powerful enemy. The person in front of them was a powerful enemy that they simply couldn't deal with.

"Wilson Sith, what are you doing? Do you want to rebel?" Riggins's voice was trembling, and his desire for life finally outweighed his inner fear.

This idiot is serious.

Riggins felt an extremely strong murderous aura from Sith.

His intuition is still so sharp, which is the secret weapon that has kept him standing in the officialdom for so many years.

"Rebellion?" Sith looked at him condescendingly, his eyes were quite strange, he spread his hands and laughed out loud, "No, no, no, my lord, rebel? How can I have such courage?"

"Then why are you standing so high? I have brought you a reward from the Judiciary Island."

Riggins was slightly relieved in his heart. It seemed that even the Sith could not disobey the banner of the World Government. As long as he tricked him and escaped this disaster, he would have a hundred ways to kill the Sith. .

Licking his mouth, his eyes fell behind Sith, with a trace of greed flashing in his eyes. Compared with those top experts, he seemed to be missing one Devil Fruit, and Sith's one was just right.

Sith was a little funny. It was a common problem on Judiciary Island that when you wanted to attack someone, you couldn't hide the murderous intention in your heart. It didn't matter whether it was the two CPs or Riggins, it was the same.

Shaking his head, the quality of world government officials is really worrying.

But this has nothing to do with him. These garbage from the old era should have been swept into the garbage pile. If you are too smart, it will be difficult to deal with them.

It's better to be stupid, but neither stupid nor stupid. How can he highlight his excellence?

"Lord Riggins, the nearest Impel Down City is not very safe. For your safety, I think I'd better stay here and be on guard. It's better for you to come up by yourself."

"Wilson Sis, have you ever spoken to a commander like this?"

Before Riggins could speak, the CP next to him jumped out first, asking for humiliation and death?

No, he just wanted to make his presence felt in front of Riggins. He wanted to gain wealth and wealth in danger. Moses was about to lose power, so why wasn't he the person to replace Moses?

Since Sith is too timid to take action, don't blame him for stepping on the throne.

call out!

There was a faint smile on his lips. Before he could react, a strong wind, or heat wave, swept past his ears. He could clearly feel the temperature above. It was so high that even steel could instantly burn into molten iron.

What followed was severe pain, an indescribable, splitting pain. He could no longer see out of his left eye, and his skin was dry and boiling steam was rising from it.

"what!"

He knelt on the ground, clutching his face with both hands, and howled like a beast, shrill and distant, falling in his ears endlessly.

His face seemed to be subject to the most vicious curse. While it still maintained its human form, it was as terrifying as a devil.

Sith's technique is very good, every ounce of heat is clearly arranged under his calculation, cut from the middle, no more, no less.

Riggins and others were trembling like chaff, and Moses even collapsed on the ground. As a two-meter-two tall man, it was really difficult for him to sit on a duck.

After swallowing, Riggins stood up tremblingly, glanced at the howling CP, felt cruel in his heart, grabbed the long knife from the side, and put it on the man's head.

Blood was flying, and Riggins spat on the ground. There was a hint of flattery in Sith's eyes. You know, this was how he climbed to a high position in the first place.

"Lord Sith, you are really laughing at the unruly behavior of your men. I will come up on my own right away. Come up on my own."

Sith's smile was a little playful. Is this a new century bureaucrat?

Is he really capable of bending and stretching?