Burning the world from pirates

The cross disappears.

When hope is shattered, when the gods decide to end the game.

When the survival of human beings enters the countdown.

When the angel representing death is about to fall to the world.

How many people dare to look directly at the darkness, and who is willing to face death directly.

Who else is willing to light a lamp for this world?

boom!
The overlord color of red blooms again on the blue sea.

Someone has an answer.

I dare!

The courage to face the gods and one's own awareness have brought the intensity of the overlord color to a higher level this time.

The red domineering field instantly covered the size of several miles around.

The enthusiasm inside, as well as the unrelenting heat and belief are all burning in it.

It is so dazzling above the fear-wrapped sea.

Youth spirit?No!It is the consciousness of a staunch revolutionary fighter.

But this is far from enough, far from being the opponent of the gods and angels in the sky.

This is just ordinary domineering, just like a small spark that only sparkles a small angle of view.

Im above the sky didn't even look at it.

The soldiers of the Union Army were pleasantly surprised at first, and then disappointed.

It's not a lamp, it's just a match, and such a fire can't shine on everyone's heart.

Rossindi, who stood still, was also a little disappointed.

Didn't that sentence speak to me?
but
"Everything is handed over to us."

Rossindi, who had pushed his arrogance to the limit, felt a burst of exhaustion.

He could feel his own inadequacy, and knew that just acting like this wasn't enough.

The heavy pressure firmly controls one's own thinking in the mind.

huh~~
Put all distractions aside and try again!
Follow the feeling, Teacher Noah must have left something behind.

Rossindi's mind once again sank into his domineering look.

Consciousness wanders through the entire red world along with domineering.

The gap between here and Mr. Noah is too big, barren, this is the difference in appearance.

It's not strength and size, but the core thing is missing.

There are no comrades-in-arms, thousands of ordinary people here, and the anger of the people.

This is a domineering without complete red.

As we walked, we came to the edge.

Extremely depressed, he suddenly raised his head and looked at a place that made him feel very friendly.

"This!. So that's where everything is!"

There is boundless darkness ahead, but in the distance there is a red star emitting light and heat.

"Mr. Noah! That's how it is!"

He stepped out of his world into the darkness.

Ignored the warning from the soul, ignored the fear of death.

In the world of thought, distance is a very vague concept. He doesn't know how long he will go, but he knows that as long as he keeps walking, he will definitely arrive.

This is the way of Rosindi.

As soon as I walked out, I felt a sharp pain from the soul, as if I could not escape the feeling of being hacked into pieces.

Pain cannot be masked, not even numbness.

so what.

Continue to walk fearlessly, and Bawangse behind him also follows him to the distance, like a long passage.

Fragments of the past along the way flashed in my mind.

Born in the Holy Land of Mariejoa, he is a Celestial Dragon of the Don Quixote family, one of the so-called 20 royal families.

From birth, it is superior to all human beings in the sea.

Then his father took him away from the Holy Land and returned to the life of ordinary people.

Then human malice enveloped them, and the whole family was brutally persecuted.

Longing for the outside world turned into fear and hatred.

In the raging fire, his elder brother chose to go to the extreme of evil, wanting to make the sea completely chaotic and want to see people's lives being harvested at will.

And he went to the navy.

He was adopted by his adoptive father Sengoku and then practiced the justice of the navy and returned to the Don Quixote family as an undercover agent.

As far as the senses of ordinary people are concerned, how can I not mind that I have been hurt.

Until someone told him what is the right way, a new world slowly unfolded.

Then on Drum Island he finally let go of something and picked up something.

When Rosindi came back to his senses, he had already walked in front of the star.

Sublime belief, unyielding will, anger at injustice, and passionate singing.

Everything is placed here, the source of light.

"I found it!"

Then what to do?

The heat wave is burning consciousness, and the weakening of will means that it is coming to an end.

The power that moves the stars?Carry it away?Jump in and seek death?

This is the teacher's will, and when he enters it, he instantly assimilates into a phantom.

hateful!

Just when I was at a loss.

crunch~
A sound of opening the door appeared in the conscious world.

Wrong. Illusion?of course not!
Anger and strength of will roared in, and Rosindi, who was wrapped up in it, experienced an unforgettable baptism.

The scorching power burned every inch of his body, flesh and bones, and his will, thought, and soul began to be calcined in the flames.

what! ! ! !

It was here, where no one knew, that he fell into his deepest misery.

A lot of thoughts, a lot of pictures, and a lot of emotions are reshaping his domineering.

He saw the struggle of ordinary people in troubled times.

The pirates burned, killed and looted the village indiscriminately, and the village was ignited into a ball of flames. The villagers knelt outside the village and cried in pain, and then they were directly slaughtered by the pirates.

The world government colludes with the country to squeeze everyone's physical strength and spirit to worship those nobles who are not engaged in production.

I also saw that the superiors trampled on the dignity of ordinary people at will, broke up their families, and deprived them of the hope of living.

Women and children, poor peasants, weary workers.Thousands upon thousands of families.

Everything is up and down in this sea of ​​fire.

Then they all stopped at last, watching Rosinanti, who had been burned into a ball of torches, watch silently.

As if to say do you really know us?Can you really carry our wrath on your back?

The endless anger accumulated by the poor on the sea was beyond Rosindi's ability to bear, and he also felt extremely painful and regretful.

It's not that I regret coming here, but that I regret my failure.

Is this what Teacher Noah is enduring?Consciousness gradually blurred
Snapped!
A person stood beside him and put his hands on his shoulders, drawing the endless flames to himself.

After being shared a bit of pain, Rosindi gathered his mind and looked to his side again.

How could it be you?
The visitor smiled, and the expression of approval made Roddy almost cry.

Then another hand was on his shoulder.It turned out to be Bartholomew Bear, who had already died in 1516.

Big Bear was also smiling, as if the Revolutionary Army was very happy to have such an excellent junior.

Then someone stood up again, it was Ivankov, the monster king, and he laughed and shared part of the flames.

After that, there were friends he met in the Revolutionary Army, those enthusiastic teenagers he raised in the navy, and a certain giant-toothed shark-man from Fishman Island.

There are also countless fighters across the sea, those who know him and those he don't know, one by one, emerge from behind him and put them on each other's shoulders, bearing the anger and hope from thousands of people.

The pressure dropped sharply, and the young man who stood up again did not show a trace of pain even though his body was burning.

Because he is the flame itself.

'When we are lighting the way for everyone, we are also burning ourselves.

Do you understand now?Rossindi. '

"I understand!"

What happens in the conscious space is just a split second.

Countless people are still in darkness, confusion and panic.

hum~~~~~~
Boom boom boom! ! ! ! !
The sea is trembling!The entire range of Mary Gioia was trembling, and the foundation of this world was also trembling.

The unbreakable body of the king of heaven is also trembling with the trembling of the world.

Violent dark clouds swept across the sky, and red lightning pierced the stagnant sky.

Between the clouds is full of extreme anger and will.

The lightning and thunder directly pressed on the entire battlefield, and the air condensed like an iron plate.

The power of will once again began to interfere with everything in this world.

Even intangible things are pushed aside by such a powerful oppressive force.

This is a rule beyond the control of the gods, and it belongs to human power.

Even the great kingdoms of 800 years ago did not understand such power.

The angels of death in the sky all looked up at such astronomical changes, as if there was confusion at the terminal.

Young Im looked at the dark clouds above his head with some puzzlement, relying on the ability of the king of heaven to dispel such a simple dark cloud.

Then he looked down at the scattered flames.

what is that?How is it different from the previous one?