Pirates: The King of the World Emerging from the White Town

"No! You can't do this!" "

Please, let these poor children go!"

"Didn't you say you would let us go?... You executioners and devils, you will definitely be punished by heaven..."

Bang! With the sound of a

gunshot, the nun, who had fallen into despair because she had been deceived, fell in a pool of blood.

If I didn't say that, why would you take the initiative to send this group of imps to the door?

Except for your king, who ran away with the royal family like a bereaved dog, everyone who remains here, including the old people and children, must die!"

When a soldier next to him heard this, he immediately frowned, "Simon, you said too much.

"What are you afraid of, anyway, they will soon be a group of dead people, and the dead will not speak."

"Shoot, dispose of them all!"

Accompanied by the sinister grinning of the soldiers, they raised their muzzles and sprayed fire snakes.

The last images left in the eyes of the fallen nuns were of children being shot one after another.

Listening to the desperate and helpless wails of the children, the nun shed two lines of tears full of regret and then fell into eternal darkness.

"I'm sorry..."

Until the end of their lives, the nuns did not wait for the light of salvation filled with compassion to descend on these poor people.

Some are just desperate.

。。。。。。

In May 1506, Frevans in the North Sea was destroyed by neighboring countries in the war, and the "White Town" was destroyed by a fire.

During the whole process, the world government and navy were not involved in the rescue.

At this time, the only known survivors are the original Frevans royal family, who contacted the world government early and abandoned their country, so they were able to escape.

However, faintly, through the dark clouds, there seemed to be a faint ray of sunlight, passing through the despair, shining down.

。。。。。。。 Although the "

White Town" Frevans was destroyed, the aftermath continued.

For example, the fire did not burn clean bodies.

If not disposed of in time, the plague will become the first wave of vengeance flames for those 'white undead'.

So the bodies were moved and gathered at the border of Frevans, only waiting for fuel to arrive here, and then they could be destroyed in a unified manner. The mountains of corpses

were like a purgatory on earth!

Ordinary people are estimated to be frightened for three days of nightmares just by looking at them!

Therefore, even the soldiers responsible for transporting the corpses will not stop here, and will leave immediately after each transportation of the corpses, far away from this place of death full of obscurity.

After all, what is there to guard a bunch of corpses, could it be that these corpses can still stand up and run on their own?

But in the silence, several corpses actually moved strangely, very oozing!

Boom:

Phew... Call..

As the several corpses above rolled down, a blood-stained, embarrassed and thin figure finally came out from below, breathing hard at this time because he was almost suffocated just now.

Then there was a mixture of blood, corpse stench, and some other indescribably terrible smell poured into the nasal cavity.

"Gag... He immediately

vomited violently, especially when he saw the surrounding environment clearly.

"It turns out that there is really hell after death, and it is so terrible!"

"No, it's not hell here... Here is Frevans, my name is Gustavers... Abel!" After

Abel spat and spat until he couldn't spit out anything, he finally fused the memories of the two lives.

In his previous life, he was a 'self-made' and a dog-like 'young excellent entrepreneur'.

Only 30 years old, relying on a little help from his father-in-law and mother-in-law, he easily earned a few small goals.

Then in order to prove that he was not a little white face who ate soft rice, he was even more focused on the company, so that after a busy day, a car accident occurred during the process of driving late at night.

As soon as I opened my eyes again, I came here, a place like purgatory!

And this body he crossed was unlucky enough.

Gustaphus... Abel is his first name, born in Frevans, a particularly beautiful and rich place in the North Sea.

And he also has a happy family, his parents are famous local businessmen, and they hold a lot of wealth.

Since he was a child, he has received a good education, a cheerful and generous personality, plus inherited the excellent genes of his parents, and he is handsome and handsome, and his popularity is excellent.

If it was just here, he would probably be glad to have crossed into such a person.

But as the memory continues to emerge, things such as 'White Town', 'Perlead Disease', 'One Piece', 'World Government', 'Draco'... After waiting for a series of terms, he realized what a terrible world he had come to!

And the environment he is in now is also bad!

After all, he has also seen such a famous migrant comic as the sea of dead fire, who has not had a childhood. It's just that after gradually focusing on his career, he rarely looks at it again. Only when you take occasional breaks will you find out where the plot has developed.

For example, Renren Fruit, Phantom Beast Species, Nika Form... He had heard that he had been complained about for a long time.

"It's not the right time to cross, and it's not a good place.

After recalling it, Abel couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Living in Frevans, known as the 'White Town', is not a good thing, because almost all the people here suffer from the incurable Perlead disease, and his generation will die in endless pain before adulthood.

Looking at the clearly visible white spots on his arms, Abel knew that he was no exception. It seems that being able to live again has made him use up all his luck.

And what's worse is that even if he crosses over a few days earlier, he can still find a way to run away with his parents and slowly find a cure.

But it was too late, and in order to cover up the secret, the world government almost allowed Frevans to be completely destroyed in the war, and his parents naturally died at the gunpoint of the knife like everyone else.

And the deceived nuns, and the innocent children who died at gunpoint:

Even if it was just a simple memory, Abel couldn't help but subconsciously clench his fists. After all,

after the memories are fused together, there is no longer a distinction between you and me, but only one name, Gustaphus Abel!

He felt it all.

Sooner or later, he will seek justice for his parents and for everyone who died in Frevans!

It's just that this matter needs to be considered in the long run at the moment, at least at this stage, he does not have this ability and ability at all.

"The priority now is to escape quickly, although I have finally temporarily adapted to the smell here, but if those soldiers find out, it is estimated that they will have to cross again immediately... If there is still this opportunity. After

muttering two words, Abel immediately rolled over and tried to stand up, but instead rolled directly off the pile.

Originally, his state was not very good, I don't know how long he hadn't eaten or drunk a drop of water, coupled with the violent vomiting just now, which made him not only a little dizzy at this time, but also very weak.

"Damn it!"

Abel barely sat up with his back against the corpse and took a few breaths, and a strong sense of hunger and weakness was invading his brain nerves.

In this state, it is crazy to want to leave here and cross the border without being discovered.

At least a certain level of physical strength must be restored.

The bad news is that there is neither food nor water, and the longer you delay, the better the chance of encountering those soldiers!

"Damn, since you even ran into such a thing as crossing, isn't there anything like a gold finger?"

As soon as the words fell, a voice suddenly sounded in his head.

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