"Help, help us."
In the splendid palace of Saint Charmaine, you can see extremely shriveled servants or slaves everywhere. They try hard to curl up and reduce all unnecessary activities.
They all have a digital mask on their face, which clamps the breathing holes in their mouths and noses.
They have one more thing in common.
Those are not normal human beings.
Some people have a blue light and have fish-like gills, but the gill holes are also blocked.
Some limbs are extraordinarily slender, while others are covered in some kind of animal fur...
Apparently, normal humans are dead.
Some of them looked at Bucky with eyes full of hope, carefully opened the mask, took a long breath, said for help and put it on immediately.
Bucky jumped a few times when he saw the numbers on the mask.
Ten minutes of breathing…
The cruel conditions made Jacques unable to help but feel moved.
"Save you?" Bucky tilted his head.
"Well, given the good quality education at a certain university, I strongly suggest you help yourself."
"Yes, save yourself."
The Joker never saves anyone.
Bucky is no exception.
Self-rescue is the last compromise between him and the college students.
Moreover, what is certain is that if he really saves them without saying anything, these domesticated people will not thank him much.
They will be more frightened.
He glanced at his nonexistent watch.
"In about half an hour, the navy will capture everyone here, and in three hours, about half of the people in this beautiful holy place will be dead. I mean what I say."
he said with a grin.
Bucky gave him a chance, a chance to save himself.
Just like Swann.
He carefully installed timed Bucky bombs in the temple, which were prepared for the navy.
Well, as long as Saint Chalmac successfully completed his mission, the navy would inevitably come to his residence.
So he wanted to keep it a little surprise.
There is also a pool carved into one side of the gorgeous palace.
There were some broken limbs floating randomly on it.
A tiger-shark man was staring at Bucky with extremely bloody and fierce eyes. This was the only animal in the holy palace of Chalmac that did not have any slave restrictions.
Bucky couldn't see any intelligence in this fish-man's eyes.
Just a simple desire for food.
It seemed that it had degenerated into a state where it was like eating hair and drinking blood. Even its limbs that should have been flexible were degenerated, and its wide-open teeth were stained with blood.
Is it the result of the Tianlong people raising them specially?
"I can help you."
By the pool.
An extremely shriveled fish-man raised his head.
Different from the stocking tiger shark man, this fish man's body is almost covered with chains, and even the gills on both sides of his mouth, nose and cheeks are buckled by a thick mask.
The time above is three minutes.
There was even a slave collar tied tightly around his parched neck.
Since the slave escape incident occurred in the Holy Land, under the strong request of the world's nobles, not only the navy has stationed a general in Mariejoia, but also a fish-man tribe of the same clan as Fisher Tiger, the culprit of the chaos.
Apparently they were also treated with more cruel methods.
"How can you help me?" Bucky asked interestingly.
There is an unexpected stubbornness in this fish-man.
Somewhat different from the slaves who had just begged him to rescue them, their eyes were only confused and dull.
"What do you want?"
Parada knows his place.
I have nothing, all I need is an opportunity.
As long as you give yourself a chance, you might as well... be like Fisher Tiger.
This was the only thought that kept him alive.
Even if he only had three minutes to breathe, his originally strong body was almost pushed to the limit of survival.
"confusion."
"Then I can help you create chaos."
Parada didn't ask any more questions. No matter what Bucky wanted, as long as he was given such a chance, he was willing to risk his life.
"It seems you have indeed found a way to save yourself."
Bucky had some expectation in his eyes.
If the slaves here are as dull and confused as those outside, then they might as well stay here, at least they will have the navy and the Celestial Dragons to bury them with them.
But this fishman is slightly different.
He flew out a finger and pressed it on the collar around Prada's neck.
After a while, the collar that frightened the slaves the most quietly split into several pieces.
As for the shackles all over his body, Bucky just used a knife to easily cut off a few of them.
He learned some knife skills from Brownie.
"I'll give you the chaos you want."
Prada was trembling all over after being freed from his restraints.
The opportunity, the opportunity he had been waiting for really came...
"The chaos I want?"
Bucky lowered his head and whispered.
The chaos he wanted would never come from someone else's hands.
Well, hopefully that Moria guy has figured out the art of combining zombies and explosions.
He held his chin and thought of a profession that was sufficiently stigmatized - the Necromancer.
...
...
"clown!"
Akainu picked up the mask in the flames with a dark face, and then with a crash, it was crushed in his hands.
I definitely underestimated this guy, he actually had this ability to confuse people...
devil.
He searched for this very corresponding word in his mind.
"Your Excellency Sakaski, the identity of the deceased Celestial Dragon has been identified. He is Saint Charma of the Topman family."
Gion, who was wearing a coat of justice, said with a solemn face.
She is exceptionally tall, with a pink spider tattooed on her long straight legs.
"I have sent people to adjust..."
"do not go!"
Akainu instinctively felt that something was wrong. Such a completely passive situation made him feel very aggrieved.
What a wise order to let an erupting volcano protect the holy land!
Just as he was scolded, there was a violent explosion in the distance.
Gion's eyes narrowed, and she almost instinctively unfolded her emotions when she felt the screams of her men.
This time the intruder seems a little different!
"Damn it!"
"Move in the pacifists and put the entire Holy Land on alert!"
The experienced Akainu instinctively felt that the other party's purpose should be more than that.
Join Fisher Tiger in a freeing spree?
Or is it an extremely arrogant provocation against the world government?
At least during this period, nothing like this can happen.
Otherwise, the impact of the war will be covered up again!
Akainu has never hated this sacred place that cannot be burned anywhere as much as he does today.
"I'll catch you, rat!"
Before he finished speaking, three or four explosions from different locations were heard from Mariejoyanne at the same time.
Following this, there was the sound of a radio broadcast.
"Hey Hey hey..."
This voice!
Several obvious black lines suddenly appeared on Akainu's forehead.
This guy isn't planning to kidnap me again, is he?
This time, you don’t have such a good opportunity!
