How does it feel to split yourself into tens of thousands of parts?
In the past, Bucky would have thought that the specially incarcerated schizophrenia patients at Arkham Asylum might have some say.
but now.
He is the leading authority on this subject.
Because he really divided "himself" into tens of thousands of parts.
Every division of the body carries part of the spirit and tens of thousands of selves exist at the same time.
Why bother with me.
Bucky thoroughly enjoyed the tearing.
In such a torn situation, he felt normal, as if his normal self should exist like this.
Cheerful!
Very happy!
In the only spiritual world, Bucky seemed to be in the compound eyes of an insect-like creature, with tens of thousands of different pieces of information pouring into his brain.
A demon-like shadow enveloped him, laughing wildly with him with its mouth open.
Some soldiers wiped their cheeks aimlessly, and they didn't know when there was a little blood on them.
Blood stains stained the back of his hands as he wiped them.
When a certain cross-faced lieutenant general was shouting in a silent environment, a thin piece of horny skin touched his neck.
When the beautiful woman with long pink hair lifted her hair, a tiny piece of debris got on her long hair.
The indifferent officer didn't notice that an unknown piece of debris was attached to his body...
…
Lieutenant General Dauberman?
Is he crazy?
Vergo looked stunned. First, he was angry that the people from the G5 branch were acting without permission. At the same time, he also read the general meaning of the other party's mouth.
"traitor...."
He always paid special attention to this word, so it was also the word he contacted immediately.
His expression became even more indifferent invisibly.
Virgo's body is tall, strong and muscular. Wearing a white plaid coat and sunglasses.
At the cuff of the coat, a section of bamboo slowly emerged.
This is his weapon, bamboo.
"I am not an enemy, Mr. Dauberman."
Even though he was dissatisfied with Dauberman's gesture in his heart, even though he knew that the sound was being completely blocked.
As a good undercover agent, Vergo still put on a gentle appearance.
At least he couldn't take action against the navy first.
There are many people watching here...
The other party seemed to understand his mouth shape, and there was some struggle in his ferocious face.
Dauberman is not easily swayed by his inner emotions.
Just briefly lost in the killing.
He began to fear the voice in his heart...
clown!
Dauberman seems to have a clear understanding.
I remembered my original goal.
The red eyes slowly softened.
Blood slid down the hanging blade to the deck, making a dripping sound.
From the far horizon, a white line flew over and hung on the lightless clouds.
There seemed to be a figure hanging below, echoing among the clouds.
"Little Lord?"
In the silent environment, Vergo said to himself.
He is no stranger to the realm of silence, but he doesn't have too many scruples.
But these two words fell like a thunder in Dauberman's ears.
The voice is back? !
The two of them were suddenly frightened.
And in Dauberman's mind, there was still a voice of unbridled ridicule.
"Hahahahaha!"
The clown's laugh is exaggerated and harsh.
"Have you seen it, young master? Your fellow lieutenant general calls a pirate young master!"
"Did you see it? Hahahaha!"
“Where is your justice, where is your absolute?!”
"In what you think is absolute justice, you think the navy only needs to be obeyed!"
"It's already riddled with holes!"
"This is what you think is justice, hahahaha!"
Dauberman seemed to see the clown right in front of him, laughing so hard that he couldn't bend over.
"Is your justice really absolute?"
A mocking voice echoed repeatedly in his mind.
"They violated justice..." Dauberman's blood-red eyes calmed down.
Reason turns to madness.
It was as if he saw a hemp rope that should have been able to pull him, but suddenly it was wrapped around his neck, and it kept tightening...
Then hang all his sanity.
"Justice...absolute justice..."
"Everyone who desecrates it must be killed!"
In his spiritual world, the white light group occupied the living space of all other light groups.
Although Dauberman has no sympathy for his subordinates, although he never cares about the life or death of these unrelated people, although he does not care about the life or death of the so-called people...
But only absolute justice is his belief.
It is precisely because of this absolute justice that he can ignore everything else and only need to execute it on behalf of the justice behind him.
The premise is that what he represents is truly justice...
"Yes, yes!"
The sarcastic voice in my head was not so harsh at all.
Instead, he shouted in a joking and appreciative voice, "Kill, kill, absolute justice should not tolerate a grain of dust. This should be your pursuit in life!"
"You finally enlightened, hahahaha."
Black clouds drifted by, and the figure under the white line revealed its true appearance.
A puppet wearing a clown mask! !
Why are the puppets swinging in the sky!
Vergo had an angry look on his face, and his familiarity with the Fruit of Silence made him relax his vigilance.
The other party also unveiled this area so appropriately.
I can't explain it at all now...
Vergo sighed softly, the thought of killing arose in his heart.
After the killing, no one will know, right?
The idea came to him involuntarily.
Just like before, he shouldn't have said the word "young master" so casually.
There seems to be something in my heart that keeps amplifying my emotions and thoughts.
There was also a hint of red in the pupils under the sunglasses.
The bamboo body slowly turns black.
The armed domination spreads upward.
.....
.....
"Tell Hina what you're doing, Lieutenant!"
The artilleryman's hands and feet, which were freely venting his emotions, were suddenly blocked by a row of black iron bars, and then spun around, like a net covering him.
Hina's hands stretched out a pair of black iron bars to lock her men tightly.
Compared to Mr. Dauberman who massacred his own men for unknown reasons and the two warships fighting a little further away, Hina chose to solve the problem on his own warship first.
She had a cigarette in the corner of her mouth and asked coldly.
"Miss Hina..." Tears continued to flow from the artilleryman's eyes.
His will was not firm, and his emotions were cut into a mess by his madness.
"You cheated on me, cheated!"
"The justice you talk about is simply false!"
"I'm just serving those fat pigs!"
His face quickly changed to one of anger and embarrassment, and it turned red.
"You just treat us as disposable materials!"
"No matter how hard we idiots practice, we can't even see your back!"
"Nonsense, Lieutenant!" Hina said with a cold face, "We have rescued a lot of people——"
The artilleryman didn't give her a chance to defend herself. Instead, he twisted his locked hands, took out a pistol, and pointed it at his throat.
There was a bang.
Blood mixed with pieces of flesh splashed onto Hina Seirei's face.
The irrational person used madness to teach her, a rational person, a lesson.
