Pirate Reaper Empire

The sea breeze crossed the silent port city and reached the square, where it was shattered by the deafening sound waves.

Everyone is shouting a slogan, which is more like venting the accumulated negative emotions than showing love.

A full ten minutes.

It wasn't until the workers' voices became hoarse that the voices gradually weakened and suddenly stopped at a certain time, and the scene became extremely quiet.

Reinhard picked up the phone and said in a gentle and confident tone: "Dear citizens, the founding ceremony of the Roman Empire has ended. Please leave the scene in an orderly manner."

After that, he put the phone back on the back of the radio phone bug and looked at Fernandi standing at the foot of the steps, "Mr. Fernandi, you will take the workers back to the banana farm.

Tell them that if the protective equipment has not arrived at the banana farm, there is no need to start work, and we will subsidize them for food and salary. "

"Yes, Your Majesty." Fernandi's tears and snot flowed out. The image was very indecent, but this was an expression of his extreme happiness.

What he had wanted to do but couldn't do for many years was done by Reinhardt, as if it was a dream.

The previous hesitation no longer existed, and he decided to accompany Reinhard.

No matter whether there is a bright road ahead or an endless abyss.

"Janeva, let your people maintain the order at the scene. Don't cause any trouble for me. After evacuating the crowd, you can lead the royal army to gather at the entrance of the palace."

Reinhard ordered calmly, the time has come, and those who should be dealt with must also be dealt with, "Nissa, please arrange for someone to clean the scene."

"Yes, Your Majesty." The two of them knew nothing about the upcoming fate and still followed his orders respectfully.

Reinhard turned around and walked up.

The three of them went down.

Broken Bee followed his footsteps silently.

The white steps are three meters wide, and there are at least a thousand levels from the foot of the mountain to the top.

Reinhard walked up step by step. The cool wind blew through the forest and the white fluff on his collar, causing part of the fluff to scratch his face.

It's quiet all around.

It was so quiet that he could hear the beating of his own heart.

Obviously, his heart is far less peaceful than his appearance.

The shouts of tens of thousands of people are still echoing fiercely in my mind.

It's amazing.

In the past, just living alone would make me feel very tired and difficult.

Now shouldering the rise and fall of tens of thousands of people and an empire, he didn't feel tired at all, but instead had endless energy emerging from his body.

Is this the mindset change that comes with supreme power?

He took a deep breath, couldn't suppress the restlessness in his heart, and didn't look back. As he walked, he asked behind him, "Zhou Feng, it's your first time to serve as the captain of the second division. What do you think?"

Broken Bee, who was one step behind, answered truthfully: "At that time, I swore in my heart that I would surpass all previous secret mobile commanders and second division captains and become the strongest one."

"Well, my mood now is the same as yours at the beginning. I want to build the Roman Empire into the most powerful country in the world."

Perhaps because he was too excited, Reinhard's inner desire to talk was particularly strong, and he wanted to share his grand ambitions with others.

His ambition goes far beyond just a Babalon Island. He wants to plant the Lion King flag of the Roman Empire on a wider and more populated island.

Not to mention that wherever the sun shines, the flag of the Lion King is everywhere. At least it must make a name for itself in this new world and seize the title of the world's number one military power from the giant.

Broken Bee nodded and softly agreed: "Your Majesty, you can definitely do it."

"Haha." Reinhard smiled and found that his mood was a little wandering. He stopped him in time, stopped talking, and accelerated his pace upwards.

The number of hearts sealed in the space reached [-]. He wanted to know how many gods of death could be awakened by such a large number of hearts.

Entering the sealed space outside always felt like it was not secretive enough. He wanted to return to the palace and then enter the sealed space to awaken the God of Death.

After entering the palace gate, Reinhard's heartbeat returned to normal and he said in a deep voice: "You all get out."

The maids and attendants staying in the main hall did not ask why and left obediently.

The main hall became a private place without outsiders.

"Smash Bee, I'm going to trouble you again. I want to enter that space."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Broken Bee began to form seals.

"Enter," Reinhard said, and black mist spread outward from the fingertips of Zombie Bee.

In the blink of an eye, it engulfed his whole body.

Looking back to the dim sealed space, hearts floated above, and weak white light illuminated a neat lineup.

Reinhardt learned from the experience last time and did not directly control the voice to let these hearts flow into his body and reach out to pat them one by one.

Pictures and sounds kept flashing through his mind, but they were not remembered by him. It was like scrolling through Douyin, reading the content casually but not keeping it in his mind.

Hearts were taken away.

At the end, Reinhard's mind was blank. He didn't feel tired or in pain, but he just couldn't think about anything for a while.

He stood there and thought for a while, and his brain regained its ability to think. He stepped in front of the Gotei [-] and reached out to pat Captain Yamamoto Genryusai.

Not only is this old man strong, but he also abides by the rules. If possible, he wants to wake him up.

There was no movement.

A flash of disappointment flashed across Reinhard's face, and he continued walking to the side, passing by the captain whose personality was not easy to control, and stopped in front of Byakuya Kuchiki.

He is very powerful and extremely upholds the rules. He even gave up saving his loved ones for the sake of the rules.

From the perspective of an onlooker, this seems too heartless.

From the perspective of a ruler, subordinates who obey the rules like this are simply rare treasures.

Reinhard reached out and patted Kuchiki Byakuya on the shoulder, and three thousand hearts instantly poured from his palm to the opponent's body.

The cold, lifeless face regained some vitality, but the expression was still so cold.

Kuchiki Byakuya opened his eyes and looked at Reinhard in front of him. His thoughts gradually recovered. He knelt down on one knee and said, "Sixth Division Captain Kuchiki Byakuya, please see the Soul King."

"Get up. My name is Reinhard. From now on, you can call me Your Majesty, not Lord Soul King."

Reinhard took into account Zaihou's aversion to casual addresses, and also thought about Byakuya Kuchiki, who was born into a noble family. Maybe he would pay more attention to etiquette and avoid those casual addresses.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Byakuya Kuchiki stood up again, his eyes slightly swept across the queue, and found that there was one less bee, who should be the first to be awakened.

"You wait a moment, I have to wake up the others."

Reinhard wanted to try again. If the remaining five hundred could wake up a captain, he took a photo, but no one responded.

It seems that the Broken Bee awakened by Three Hearts is part of the novice gift package.

He gave up the first queue and looked at the second queue. He looked at it again and still did not choose to wake up a vice-captain.

In this second team, the deputy captain of the first team is very strong in terms of strength, but his personality is troublesome and he will not fight for the Shinigami other than the chief captain.

Wake up is useless.

The other vice-captains are not weak, but the three seats in the third team and the eleventh team are not inferior to the vice-captains, and the price may be cheaper.

Reinhardt naturally wanted to pick cheap and practical awakenings.

He walked up to a bald man, stretched out his hand and patted it.