Roar of the Pirate Fire Dragon

The flames spread unbridled between the buildings. Vlad was not so kind and would help the Celestial Dragons control the affected area. For him, the more chaotic the situation, the greater the benefit to him.

After all, the stronger the flames burn, the less time the world government and the Celestial Dragon guards will have to search for the person who caused the trouble. For the Celestial Dragons, their face is above all else, and their home is being destroyed. When a person is burned to death, he still wants to lose face.

Therefore, for the people of the World Government, putting out fires is the first priority. Most of their troops have to be used on the promising task of putting out fires for the Celestial Dragons. There is a complete shortage of manpower that can be invested in detecting saboteurs. .

What's even more amazing is that Vlad's flame is not an ordinary flame. Conventional fire extinguishing methods such as ordinary water have no effect on it. Only sea water can completely extinguish the flame. This is very interesting. This means that it may not be that easy for the world government to put out the fire.

The best thing is that even if you are a human being, as long as you don't have domineering power, if you want to enter the fire scene, you are just looking for death. As long as there are a few sparks splashing on you, you will die immediately, and there is no second possibility.

This situation created Vlad's current situation. Surrounded by golden flames, no one could have imagined that there would be a person walking freely.

"Let me see, where is it?"

Vlad was squatting on the roof of a house, wearing a black cloak and a hood on his head, covering his whole body tightly. The black figure formed a distinct contrast with the roaring golden flames around him. contrast.

"what"

"Found it, over there"

Vlad jumped into the air, his huge wings stretched out from his back, and flapped a few times. The whole person disappeared into the night sky like a phantom, leaving only the storm fanned by the wings. The flickering flame.

"Fire is fire"

"Is there a fire? Is there a fire?"

someone exclaimed.

"Hahahahaha, have these demons finally been punished?"

"Hahahaha, die, let's all die, let's die together"

"Is it God? Is God coming to punish these demons?"

Someone laughed wildly.

The flames are spreading crazily and will soon reach here. Unlike the Tianlong people who are everyone's attention and everyone is serving them, no one will protect them, no one will organize their evacuation, and no one will care about them. life and death.

Although they are human beings, no one has ever regarded them as human beings. In this Mariejoia, at the center of this world government, on this red earth continent, they are the only group of people who are not called human beings.

They are slaves, slaves kept in captivity by the Celestial Dragons. They can be killed at will and exchanged for fun at will. They have lost everything, life, body, wealth, and even freedom.

Everything that humans have in life has been taken away from them. I have to say that this is indeed a very ironic thing. The same human beings, one is called a god, and the other is like a maggot, letting others do whatever they want. Destroying, no, maggots are at least disgusting. No one wants to pay attention to them. These slaves are worse than maggots.

There is no doubt that these people are the Celestial Dragons, one of the greatest proofs of the evil of the world government. This is something everyone in the world knows, but the irony is that not many people really take it to heart and have not seen it with their own eyes. People always don't care about the life or death of other people.

Only when misfortune really befalls you, will you deeply feel the despair of those people.

This world really sucks

Vlad stood on the roof, with his eyes open, and he could see the behavior of the slaves in the building below, numb.There is no sense of resistance at all, which is the behavior of most slaves.

It’s no wonder. Even Tezoro and Empress Boya Hancock were [-]% angry and [-]% scared when they mentioned the Celestial Dragons. They only dared to hide their identities without the slightest thought of resistance. The Celestial Dragons, after all, are The master of the world.

The world of One Piece is like this. It is really rotten and completely hopeless. The World Government does not exist to combat pirates or to better manage the world. They are still simply serving the Celestial Dragons. , even the Five Old Stars are just puppets of the Tianlong people.

People in this world have lost the spirit of resistance. Even the Four Emperors and Whitebeard have no intention of fighting the World Government or the Celestial Dragons. After all, the enemy of pirates is only pirates, not the navy, not the World Government. , for them, their own freedom is enough.

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sp;In this world, there are only two people who really target the world government. One is the Pirate King, Gol D. Roger. This man knows everything in the world. The opening of the Great Pirate Age is undoubtedly to awaken human freedom. will.

The second one, without a doubt, is Monkey D. Dorag, the world's first true revolutionary, a man who dares to overthrow the world government and overthrow the Tianlong people.

Maybe there will be a Monkey D. Luffy in the future, and he may become someone like Roger when he reaches the final island.

However, now, there is no doubt that the World Government rules the world. The civilians regard them as a protective umbrella and the Celestial Dragons as gods. Let alone resistance, even thinking about it contains awe.

so,

"terrible"

Vlad waved his hand gently, flames roared out, and the solid iron door was instantly blasted open.

Under Vlad's deliberate control, the flame did not continue to burn, but was extinguished directly, and the deep dark passage was suddenly exposed in front of him.

Vlad stepped in, turned a few corners, and small, birdcage-like cages appeared in front of him.

Fula looked around. The slaves looked at him with numb eyes. No one begged him to let them out. They had lost hope in life.

He originally didn't want to save these people. After all, they were all people who had nothing to do with him. However, things would change after close contact. How to say, seeing them alive, can't bear to see them die, that's probably what it meant. After seeing their misery, there is no way to ignore them.

"Oh, so many dead dogs"

Vlad chuckled.

It was so embarrassing that no one spoke to me.

It was quite fun just now, but now no one is talking. I have to say, is this an alien version of Keyboard Man?

"Want to go out?"

Vlad said softly.

"If you go out, you will die."

Someone replied: "It's better to die here."

"I want to go out, take me away"

Finally someone shouted loudly: "Take me away, take me out of this hell, please, take me away."

"I'm sorry, everyone."

Vlad looked serious, "I'm only one person after all. I can't take so many people away. All I can do is let you out."

"As for what you will choose in the future, whether you choose to fight for your life or accept your fate, it is up to you."

Vlad didn't say anything more. He sighed in his heart. This was all he could do after all. The rest was left to fate.

Vlad waved his hand, and the flames snaked out like fire snakes. At this time, his extraordinary control and insight finally showed. The iron gates, collars, handcuffs and shackles that hindered the freedom of the slaves were destroyed almost in an instant. Burnt into nothingness by the blazing flames.

Vlad turned around and left: "The rest is up to you."

Quiet, completely quiet, no one spoke, breathing could be heard clearly, everyone knew that the first person to speak would decide everything. Many times, a person's actions only require a word or an excuse.

"I want to run"

The man who had asked Vlad to save him stood up. He had become a slave not long ago. "I don't want to die here."

"You will die if you run, they are gods," someone whispered.

"God"

"They are just human beings too"

"Even if I die, I hope to die on the road of struggle."

The man walked out of the cell with steady steps.

Many of the remaining slaves looked at each other.

"grass mud horse"

A big man stood up and said, "Young man, if you can kill me, come and kill me. I want to be free."

"free"

"It's a code, it's hard work"

The commotion gradually broke out, and each slave stood up, forming a riot.

No matter what, people's yearning for freedom cannot be stopped. The will to pursue freedom is passed down from generation to generation. This is an existence beyond life.

The chaotic night has just begun.