Traveler in the Pirate World

"I'm really not used to not being able to use my Observation Haki." Sieger tilted his head and dodged the card flying from Rodsim again. "I see hatred in your eyes. It looks like you're here for revenge. Very good! This is the price my people and I have to pay."

As he spoke, his figure had already appeared in front of Rodsim. He suddenly punched out, the air turbulent between his arms, and the violent aura of the domineering color was completely released under this punch.

Rodsim also threw a punch. When the two fists collided, a terrifying air wave suddenly exploded and the sky was torn apart in an instant.

In the distance, Totemjika looked at the black knife in his hand with some helplessness in his eyes. "The observation Haki characteristic of the great army Asmodeus is actually instinctive perception. It is just as Teacher Li said. It is really a stinky and hard stone."

Although the Observation and Killing interfered with the opponent's perception of the outside world, it could not interfere with Asmodeus' physical instincts.

"Looks like we have no choice but to fight head-on!" Totmjika slashed down again with his backhand. A terrifying blade light flashed past, and Asmodeus dodged sideways and took a step forward. He stepped into the sharp arrow and suddenly blasted out with an uppercut wrapped in distorted air.

Totemjika took a step back, putting a sword length away from him, and slashed with his sword to counter the fist wind.

"Hiss" the sound of flesh tearing was heard, and the skin and flesh on Asmodeus' fist exploded, bleeding for a moment, but this injury was repairing at a speed visible to the naked eye. He didn't care and rushed forward again, trying to get close to Totmjikara, punching him continuously.

There were gusts of fist wind, the building collapsed, and countless people were buried in wailing and despair by the collapsed building. This landmark building has completely become the tomb of most of the country's senior officials.

The non-commissioned officers who still had strength stood up from the ruins, watching the battle in which half of the city was almost destroyed by just fists and swords, watching the prosperity of the past disappear, watching corpses everywhere, and for the first time felt the helplessness and despair of those who had fallen at their hands when their lives ended, when their loved ones passed away, and when their hometowns were destroyed.

The invincible, unstoppable and feared soldiers of the Kru Kingdom finally faced the crazy and morbid revenge of a group of people who had nothing.

Just as he was stunned, a long knife pierced his heart from behind. A girl covered in dust, with her white hand on his back, slowly pulled out the long knife.

"Do you know how long I have been waiting for this day?" The soft voice seemed to tremble a little because of being too excited. "Do you know how long my parents have been waiting for you downstairs?"

He turned back blankly at the girl who seemed to be a servant in Rodsim's team. Blood welled up in his throat and he fell straight down without saying a word.

"You are just the first one. There is a next one, and many more. Mom said it's cold down there, and someone needs to accompany her!" The girl waved her knife to clear the blood. She looked back at the ruins and the devastated city. Suddenly she burst into laughter, ran with the knife in her hand, killing one person every ten steps, and blood spread for a thousand miles behind her.

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The battle lasted for more than half a month. The capital of the Kru Kingdom was reduced to ruins. Asmodeus, the army leader, was stabbed by tens of thousands of swords and surrendered in the endless sea of ​​blood.

The bloody emperor Sieger Mellett was punched through the chest, but he did not fall down even after his death. He stood on this land that he started and ended, like an unshakable monument.

The former Kingdom of Kru was in ruins, and the princes and nobles only cared about pleasure and not about making progress. When the young man ascended the throne, he had no power or authority, but unparalleled strength, so he concentrated the royal power among piles of bones.

"Failure means the destruction of our country. We have no choice. Become a demon, my soldiers. Suffering can belong to anyone, but it should not belong to my people, your relatives!"

Since then, the Kingdom of Kru has wielded its butcher knife to the world. The army of the Kingdom of Kru will cleanse the entire world with absolute blood, just to establish a great kingdom that is powerful, fair and sacred.

They succeeded and failed!

Ziegler looked at the young man in tattered clothes and covered in blood, and at the imperial capital that had turned into ruins. He was not hysterical in anger, nor did he roar wildly. He was unusually calm.

"It's nothing for the victim to take revenge on the perpetrator. Rodsim, you can deny or even spit on the crimes I have committed, but you have to admit the greatness of the Kingdom of Kru. You have lived in ASEAN for so many years, you understand what I mean.

Among my descendants, there are those who are not qualified to inherit the kingdom. I have always wondered who will be the successor to my thoughts! "

"What are you talking about?" Rodsim looked at the dying Ziegler in astonishment.

"Have you thought about how to rebuild your homeland? To welcome the birth of a new king? Or to abandon the so-called bloodline, take the people as the foundation, and rule the world with humanity?"

"You're talking about humanity again?" Zieger's words made Rodsim's handsome face twisted with anger. "What qualifications do you have to talk about humanity in front of me!"

“Breaking old rules and breaking the iron laws of the world often requires sufficiently strong measures.

Ahem...Those guys in ASEAN always say that I am a heretic. My ministers keep investing in my children, and my children always think that this country will be theirs, and all the people in the world will also be theirs.

I think, compared to those guys in ASEAN, compared to my descendants, compared to those old-fashioned ministers, I am actually quite humane. At least I... am willing to return this world to the people. They are the masters of this country.

When I am alive, I can suppress these old things. Even after I die, someone has to suppress these old things, until all the people in the world feel that this world should belong to them, until no one in this world is nobler than anyone else.

Cough cough...haha...cough cough...you can destroy the Kingdom of Kru, but you cannot destroy my will. I have cut off the old era, and you have to usher in the new era.

Think about those nobles. Do they have fewer innocent souls than me? Let's make a bet. Will you rebuild this land? Will you care about the future that is destined to reignite the flames of war after my death? "

"Why should I bet with you!"

Ziegler paid no attention to Rodsim's words. At the last moment of his life, he said, "I bet you will!"

As Ziegler said, after his death, war reignited throughout the Western Seas, and his surviving descendants fought each other for the throne.

ASEAN is no longer just talking big; they have climbed over the Upside-Down Mountain, driven their ships and launched a war.

The nobles of the old West Sea who were lucky enough to escape to ASEAN have returned to this land. They shouted to regain the lost territory, and tried to restore the former status quo with their noble blood and empty promises of rewards that would only be fulfilled after success.

However, in the midst of this war, there are some places that they are unwilling to provoke, and that is the Hometown Concert Hall. That is the territory of the people who killed the Bloody Emperor. No one dares to provoke it, including Ziegler's descendants.

There was war outside, but life was peaceful inside. Rodsim witnessed the tragedy of war again, but he remained indifferent for a long time, just because he didn't want to lose to the dead emperor.

After the revenge, everything was empty. The hometown concert no longer had the vitality it once had. Instead, there was more silence. Until one day, someone hanged himself at home. It was like a disease, a contagious disease, that spread wildly in the hometown concert. All the peace was finally broken.

That day, Totemjika sat in front of the window, looking at the smoke in the distance. He turned his back to Rodsim and said, "Brother, we have to give them a reason to live!" Then he turned and left.

Rodsim sat there for a long time. The coffee on the table had already gone cold. He didn't drink a single sip. Finally, he seemed to give up and lay back on the leather chair, looking at the ceiling. He said in a hoarse voice, "Okay, I admit that you won, you damn bastard!"