One Piece King Victory

"How does it feel?" Tichy asks Van Oka that it is enough for the kid to take him down and make him in the shape of Tichy.

Destroying her beloved things in front of the eyes of others is already very bad for a six-year-old.

It was too late for Anilu to destroy the empty islanders because he had already tasted the discrimination and exclusion of all the empty islanders, and even put his life in danger, and he was too young for his age.

This can help him one by one the whole empty island Beka people, and Van Oka is not so old, and the exclusion he suffers is not as good as Anilu, such a child has accepted the idea since childhood, if he is allowed to shoot others with a gun for a while, it is not difficult.

But little Van Oka will definitely not be able to accept it, pure haste, it is better to start by destroying other people's beloved, change him little by little, and finally become a precise gun under Tichy.

"I don't know, but, but, there is a feeling of indescribability." Van Oka's childish face flushed with excitement, he knew it was wrong to do so, but he felt happy and happy.

"The thief hahahaha, it is worthy of being my fancy subordinate, and I remember Van Oka. You are no longer you since you just accepted my invitation, you are a member of God, and you will become a subordinate of the ruler of this world. These people? Tichy pointed to the lying villagers and said disdainfully.

"They are just a group of ants on the ground, at best, they can get a little favor under our pitch, our level is already different, Van Oka, give up your concept, this is fate, your fate has changed since you knew me, all people in the world will not be our opponents, your new fate is remembered for me."

Titch paused before saying.

"You will rule them, you must rule them. You have to dominate them, you must dominate them.

Everything about them will be disposed of by us, if he wants him to give birth to him, if he wants them to die, they can only die, no matter everything in the world, your mission is only one point, that is, to aim at everything in the world, to become the gun of Lao Tzu Marshall Dity, to shoot all those who do not conform, to oppress all those who resist, to dominate all those who conform.

This is your destiny. "

Tichy's voice is not loud, but it can reach everyone's ears, the sky is lightning and thunder, and the wind is fierce.

The black-red thunder turned into substance and struck between Tichy and Van Oka.

Tichy's spiritual will has been impacting Van Oka's brain, and within such domineering, Van Oka's words echoed Tiki's words in his ears over and over again.

"Is this fate? This is destiny!

He muttered, the original child's mind seemed to mature, changing to the original, and his eyes became brighter and brighter, as if there was light.

Boom.

There was a buzzing sound in his ears, and Van Oka only felt novelty.

Everything in this world seems to be clearer, insects chirping birds, he can experience everything around him in a large area, if he borrows this power will make shooting technology go to a higher level!

Thinking of Tichy's words again, Van Oka was completely convinced, and he was convinced by this domineering impact.

It is also because of his awakening under the domineering impact, he can sense a little powerful power leaked by the man in front of him.

Enough to resist any difficulty he could imagine, perhaps, fate? This is destiny!

Thinking about it, Van Oka's gaze became more and more determined, "Lord Tichy, I will be your gun." That's destiny. "

It's done! As soon as Titch looked at his state, he knew that the original god who was nagging that this was the sniper Van Oka, who had the potential to become a strong man at this moment.

"Thief hahahaha, then good, come, follow me." Tichy waved his sleeves and walked towards the warship on the shore.

Van Orca hurried to keep up.

The addition of a six-year-old boy on the warship is naturally news, but the sailors can't care who the vice admiral invites.

Van Oca, who wanted to talk to this god who had been nagging about this is fate, was not too reasonable, so he held a CSLR4 sniper rifle stored by Titch from the dark space and kept wiping and maintaining.

Then from time to time, it is used to aim at seabirds flying in the distance, and even schools of fish swimming in the sea.

Tiqi looked at the time, probably almost, these days wandered most of the East China Sea, changed back to Frost Moon Village to get his own knife, Gengzaburo, your forging knife skills will not disappoint Lao Tzu.

The howling wind pushed the warship to sail quickly towards Frost Moon Village.

On the shore, the warship docked in the center of the sea in the distance, or only Tiqi himself disembarked, this kind of thing let many people know that it is not good, especially the knife created by Kozaburo with hatred, Yasei is a demon knife that is more domineering than Yan Demon.

Frost Moon Village, Frost Moon Dojo.

Not long ago, the owner of the pavilion here originally gave birth, and there was a great joy in the whole world, and the lively dojo was much abandoned.

Tiny weeds and dust cobwebs are everywhere.

The villagers of Frost Moon Village are all guessing something, what daughters and wives are dead, and the pavilion owner is crazy.

There was a crazy old man knocking something on the Frost Moon Dojo day and night.

Recently, many people have disappeared from the village.

Seeing that Tiqi heard a little about the situation, he saw that Kozaburo was quite honest, and he was really building weapons.

Kicking open the door of the dojo, he walked towards the newly built forging furnace in the backyard where swords were forged.

"Poof, Zilla." The mad-looking Kozaburo uses a short knife to cut the neck of a passer-by and bleed, and the blood is poured into a huge burning pot.

There were already many corpses lying around, all of them had died by cutting their necks and draining their blood.

Men, women, young and old, all kinds of people.

The blood in the huge pot is mixed and stirred together, and it is constantly evaporated and condensed under the flame at the bottom of the pot.

A pot of fresh blood is burned into a sticky slurry.

And then to a certain extent.

Kozaburo frantically took out a sword embryo without a hilt from the forge.

It is placed in a sword-shaped stony groove and then drizzled with thick, highly concentrated plasma.