"Since you enjoy the feeling of controlling other people's lives, then I can also enjoy the feeling of controlling your life."
The sharp nails scratched the skin on his neck, and the pirate's throat was torn out almost instantly as he didn't react. Blood dripped down his glistening nails.
"Captain." Agnes curled her lips and looked at the group of people who were still leaning together. Her eyes accurately saw the man who was trying his best to shrink back.
"Please come here." She looked at the man with a smile that was almost standard for a social occasion, but full of malice.
She frowned and recalled, then said: "I remember I should call you Captain Lawrence."
The pirate in front of Captain Lawrence subconsciously turned to one side under Agnes's gaze. Agnes's sight towards him was almost unobstructed.
Captain Lawrence shook uncontrollably.
Agnes raised her eyebrows in interest and walked towards Lawrence. The pirate who fell crookedly on the ground almost used his fastest speed when Agnes made a move to come this way. , and instantly escaped to the side by running or crawling.
"You are longing to live." Agnes held down the hands that were supporting her, and Lawrence, who wanted to retreat, said in a statement tone.
She felt the body of the person under her hand shaking.
"Pray that I let you live," Agnes said again.
Agnes felt that the body of the person under her hand was shaking more and more after she said these words, almost feeling like it was crumbling.
"Pray to me..." Agnes' repeated words were interrupted by the cold light that pierced her heart before she could say them out.
Angeni effortlessly used her claws to smash the blade in Lawrence's hand that was already on the verge of shattering in the previous battle, breaking her wrist which was extremely fragile, and then subconsciously froze for a moment.
She felt that her desire seemed to be touched, and a vague and thick roar seemed to ring in her ears, with a taste of despair and anger, like a person who was about to fall to death trying to grasp the most vulnerable thing in his hand. of straw. A faint burning sensation of fire was produced in the area where her paws were stained with the man's blood, and she saw some flickering light staying there.
"So that's it." Agnes said to herself thoughtfully. She raised her head and looked at the man whose eyes were full of madness and despair, and raised her eyebrows with interest.
"Brave guy," Agnes couldn't help but smile with that malicious smile, "do it again."
The man almost didn't care about his broken wrist and the countless wounds he had sustained before. He forgot about his own defense, but did not forget the skills he possessed. He attacked Agnes almost crazily, surpassing ordinary people. His strength and agility exerted a far superior effect.
"He turns out to be a 'warrior', and he seems to be a lucky guy," Agnes said with a slight sneer, "You should have fought so hard in the first battle."
She almost casually tore off the man's flesh and blood along with his tattered clothes, as if a hunting wolf was tearing off the fur and flesh from the weak points of its prey. The man's angry roar in her ears seemed to resonate with her own desire. 's overlapped, and the scarlet color covered almost all the surrounding areas.
The man finally stopped, and his heavy breathing sounded like he was on the verge of despair. Agnes vaguely felt something forming, and she saw the flickering lights stained on her paws gathered into a flower. Flowers stained with blood.
Agnes raised her head and saw a crazy and painful look on the face of the man in front of her. His limbs gradually became abnormally long, and the damaged muscles around him began to rot almost visibly, with bulges one after another. The sarcoma swelled in blood and there was no intact skin left.
"Out of control?" Agnes calmly used her palms to pass through her chest that had become sticky, and removed the organ that controlled the flow of blood from her body. The blood that was already stained with a putrid smell connected itself. The disconnection spurted out, and the mutated body fell to the ground along with the external force and did not get up again.
"Gentlemen," Agnes casually dropped the expanding and shrinking organs in her hands on the ground, and looked at the people who were trying to jump off the side of the ship not far away, "I think you should do something better. Wise choice."
Agnes saw the people around her who could still hold weapons subconsciously clenching the weapons in their hands. She was unable to resist and subconsciously shrank herself tighter, as if she could hide herself in this way.
"Be wise and don't try to do something to make me unhappy," Agnes said with a malicious smile. "Praying me to keep you alive is the best choice."
Not a single pirate made a sound.
"You think I won't let you go?" Agnes looked at these pirates with some disappointment and asked in a heartbroken tone.
"No, no, no," Agnes shook her head vigorously, and then said very seriously, "When you begged me to let you live, your lives were in the hands of your past."
"So, is there anyone here to pray for your lives?" Agnes glanced at everyone.
"Or," Agnes laughed maliciously, "all of you die here together?"
...
"I think Dreiser is the best choice," a man in a classic formal suit said with a dry voice, "He is the only one among us who has come into contact with Him. Who else among us has such qualifications to... .”
Yannings sighed and continued the man's paused words: "Dreiser should understand that with his honor comes his responsibility."
Arman's eyes subconsciously turned towards the young man with brown hair and black eyes sitting quietly in the corner. The young man looked at him with a smile and nodded.
"You are right," Dreiser smiled and nodded, "This is my responsibility. Now that we know that Miss Boethia is likely to know something about Him, I should find her earlier. "
The room fell silent for a moment, with only a few choking and sobbing breaths remaining.
"Dreiser, Dreiser," the man said almost sighing, "forgive us cowards."
...
"Only a few of you can survive." Agnes looked at the five people who fell in front of her with some disappointment and sighed.
"But it's enough." Agnes said to herself.
"Take their heads to exchange for bounty, and then come back here," Agnes knelt down and said in an almost breathtakingly gentle tone in front of several people, "You won't try to see if I can find it. You guys, right?”
"Go," Agnes stood up and said softly, "I hope you are obedient enough."
