People are pirates, creating Cthulhu

"The new king has ascended the throne! The new king has ascended the throne..."

Waving a newspaper with Crocodile's face on the front page, the sonorous voice of the messenger who set off from Algina to various villages became quieter and quieter after entering the village.

Although it was broad daylight, the messenger's body was shivering involuntarily.

gollum...

The messenger swallowed subconsciously, as the messenger's subconscious kept urging him to escape from this strange village.

Looking around, there is a deck chair at the door of every house in the village, and the people lying motionless on the chairs basking in the sun, regardless of whether they are men, women, old or young, all look skinny.

The deep sunken eye sockets completely highlight the outline of the round eyeballs, giving people the feeling that if they were not held by the closed eyelids, they would fall out of the eye sockets at the slightest movement. .

This scene alone was enough to make all kinds of terrifying thoughts arise in the messenger's heart.

However, the sense of mission still drove the messenger to continue running forward, but subconsciously he also relaxed his footsteps a lot. Seeing these people lying outside, there was always a kind of worry lingering in his heart.

If you wake these people up, will they suddenly jump up and lie on you, sucking your own flesh and blood?

This thought went back and forth in his mind, and kept recurring. At this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he saw one of the villagers lying in the sun suddenly stir.

The messenger's face suddenly turned pale, his heart suddenly stopped beating, and the cold sweat on his back and chest soaked his clothes.

Why is this village so scary!

The messenger was on the verge of crying, although he kept comforting himself that these were just him scaring himself. As long as he was bolder and shouted out the headlines, he would not be frightened by these.

However, his mouth moved several times and the sound was pushed into his throat, but in the end he swallowed it forcefully.

"Give me a newspaper."

Hell!

The sudden sound that appeared next to his ears immediately ignited the fear in the messenger's heart. He could no longer hold back and ran wildly towards the outside of the village, shouting loudly.

A fishy smell filled the air. Rosinandi glanced at the water stains that appeared closely behind the courier with disgust. He carefully checked the newspaper that the courier dropped on the ground until he was sure that there was no stain on it. Pick it up only if it has any water stains on it.

The front page of the newspaper was a huge poster. Crocodile's face took up the entire poster, with only a blank strip at the top that read "The new king has ascended the throne".

After flipping through several pages in a row, the following articles were all about Crocodile's great achievements in Alabasta. Only a tiny piece of tofu on the last page was written about the former King Kobra and Queen Titi. 's obituary.

Doflamingo was indeed right, but he didn't expect that only a few days had passed since the last meeting, and Crocodile had completed the feat of stealing the country.

And it didn't seem to cause unrest at all.

Looking at it from this perspective, does it mean that Doflamingo's intelligence was wrong?

Rocinante closed the newspaper and let out a wry smile. It seemed that he was really tortured by the nightmare of this place, and he had become enthusiastic about this strange and evil taste.

When he woke up this morning, the first thing he did was to check whether the rope tied to his body had been broken or re-tied. When he saw that all the marks he made showed no signs of being tampered with.

Rocinante was very happy, at least this could prove that there was no change in his body. However, when he checked the image phone bug, he saw that his body was covered with slender tentacles, and when he passed through the rope that bound him like a phantom, , the whole head is buzzing.

This is no longer related to me, all of this was actually done by me "personally".

At first, Rosinandi was still a little lucky, but everything recorded by the video phone bug finally broke his illusion.

The consciousness of the villagers has almost drifted to the edge of annihilation. Now no matter what kind of sound, they can no longer wake up these villagers.

Rosinandi realized that if he didn't do something, it was very likely that tonight these villagers would die completely.

That night.

in a dream.

Rosinandi appeared in the cramped passage again, and everything was still proceeding as imagined in the review of last night.

However, when he finally stood in front of the temple, Rosinandi did not wait for the breeze that blew the temple in front of him. Instead, he hurriedly took the step to leave the dreamland before the wind blew.

The nightmare that befell the villagers of Alabasta only appeared after he discovered the secret that dreams could be recalled.

This was the only reason Rosinandi could think of, so he had to give it a try anyway. What would happen to him if he didn't enter that temple?

Will I wake up like before?

Standing on the switch to leave the dreamland, Rosinandi felt extremely nervous that he hadn't seen in a long time.

However, after waiting for a long time, the dream never dissipated. A gust of breeze blew by, and the temple floated towards him with the breeze.

Why is this happening?

Rosinandi resisted this result in his heart, but the door of the temple still swallowed him in like a monster's big mouth.

White light enveloped him.

Fear paralyzed his heart, but Rosinandi had no sense of enjoyment as usual. Instead, he only felt cold all over. The villagers sleeping on the deck chairs and sunbathing struggled to get up one by one.

Their steps staggered, their tightly closed eyelids opened tremblingly, and there was nothing in the high bulging eye sockets.

But Rocinante felt the hateful looks emanating from them.

"Why did you hurt me?"

"Why whip me?"

"You killed me!"

……

Thoughts of hatred and unwillingness flooded Rocinante like a tide.

Rosinandi struggled and tried to defend himself to them, but to no avail. The villagers fell on his body and gnawed on his soul and flesh.

As if this could overcome the pain and loss of energy they had endured these days.

Soon Rosinandi was eaten by the villagers until only a skeleton was left. At the same time, the wounds left on his soul by the villagers continued to torture Rosinandi.

hatred!

rage!

Rosinandi's pitch-black compound eyes trembled crazily. His skinny palms firmly grasped these greedy villagers, and his sharp finger bones penetrated into the villagers' spines, sucking them crazily.

"I am the apostle of the Dark Walker, the most loyal servant of the Lord of Hell! In the name of Samanus, I grant you eternal damnation!"