Chapter 51
The blood and brain matter mixed together, creating a brutal color.
The pointed shoes stepped on the blood-red mud, and the blond boy with blood on his face showed morbid joy and satisfaction, laughing wildly.
"咈咈咈咈咈..."
At this moment, the members of the Fields Mafia family looked at the brutal boy, and an unprecedented fear surged in their hearts. Their faces turned pale, and they even subconsciously stopped their actions.
"This brat..."
"Devil..."
"He's a devil..."
Burning ruins, collapsed buildings, drifting black smoke, twisted flames...
The blond boy, standing next to a headless corpse, looked like a devil that had walked out of blood and fire.
Trebol and other family cadres looked at Doflamingo's back, with extremely hot admiration and pride in their eyes.
This... is the king they are willing to bow down to!
How dazzling!
Like a rising star, shining and dazzling.
The majesty and light he exudes, as well as his naturally noble and sacred blood, deeply impressed each of them.
Doflamingo smiled coldly, stepped directly over Firth's body, and continued to walk forward.
The fingers of his hands kept moving, as if connecting something.
As he moved, it seemed as if there was something extremely sharp in the air that kept slashing through, leaving smooth cuts on the streets, on the walls of buildings, on the ground...
At the same time, in front of him, more than a dozen members of the Firth Mafia family stopped moving.
A bright red, dazzling blood line gradually enlarged from their throats.
They couldn't react at all, and they felt that the world in front of them suddenly began to tilt and turn upside down.
Then,
They saw their bodies.
They saw their shoes.
Doubts emerged in their wooden, gradually dilating pupils.
Finally, they lost their vitality.
Their heads were separated from their bodies.
Tsk! !
On the headless corpses standing still, blood spurted out from the cuts on their necks like fountains, spilling all over the ground.
"咈咈咈咈咈！!"
Doflamingo laughed more and more crazily.
In the terrified eyes of the Firth family, he continued to move forward, spreading blood, pain and crying along the way.
"Then... kill them all."
Doflamingo gave the order with a smile.
As soon as the voice fell, the eyes of the pirates of the Don Quixote family flashed with scarlet and crazy light.
Like extremely hungry beasts, they launched an attack without hesitation. In a short moment, dozens of gangsters of the Firth family fell to the ground and died.
So, the one-sided massacre began.
On the originally prosperous streets, blood flowed like a stream, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood.
Doflamingo stood in the middle of the street,
Looking at the purgatory-like scene in front of him,
He couldn't help but take a deep breath.
"咈咈咈咈咈! This is the life I want... A chaotic world, all the sins are derived, only the winner can go to the final stage!!"
"What an interesting world!! What a wonderful world!! 咈咈咈咈!!"
He opened his hands wantonly, and his body, which was less than 1.5 meters tall, exuded a domineering, cruel, and unruly momentum.
There was the smell of thick smoke, stinky sweat, gunpowder, blood, corpses, and fear everywhere.
This was his favorite smell.
The smell of chaos.
In the burning town, he saw the eyes of the members of the Fields family looking at him.
Fearful, submissive, trembling, and dare not look directly at the eyes.
Yes, it was such a look.
The lowly ants living in this world should look at me with such eyes.
Father, did you see it?
This is the look that the untouchables should cast at us.
This is the life that we, the noble Celestial Dragons, should enjoy.
In a trance, Doflamingo seemed to remember that time.
He still remembered the bloody smell, the stench of sweat and gunpowder, the deafening screams, the curses of hatred and resentment, and the distorted faces swaying in the flames.
Those untouchables who should have knelt on the ground held torches and arrows in their hands.
And they, as great Celestial Dragons, the noble Don Quixote family, were like pigs.
Tied to the city wall like a dead man, he was almost burned alive!!
Father, you are wrong!!
You are wrong!!
I am right!!
Doflamingo clenched his fists, and his sunglasses flashed a cold and cruel light.
Tear!!
A pale thunder suddenly tore open the dark sky, completely illuminating the hellish world.
The long-brewing storm finally came, and heavy rain began to fall in the gloomy sky.
Lightning and thunder.
Hua La La...
The heavy rain washed everything on the earth.
Washing the blood,
Slapping the corpses,
extinguishing the flames.
The thunder in the sky gradually became deafening, drowning out the shouting and wailing on the streets.
The killing gradually began to subside, and the massacre entered the final stage.
With the death of their leader and in the face of Doflamingo's overwhelming strength, the members of the Firth family had already lost the courage to continue fighting.
They kept begging, even kneeling on the ground to beg for mercy.
But what greeted them was only the ruthless knives of the Don Quixote family.
Half an hour passed quickly.
The sudden rainstorm disappeared suddenly.
On the streets washed by rain, white mist emerged from the ruins of buildings everywhere, red blood seeped into the gaps between bricks and stones, and corpses fell to the ground in all directions.
I don't know when,
He was the only one standing on the street.
Raindrops dripped from his hair, clothes and trouser legs to the ground.
Around him, Torrebol and other members of the Don Quixote family knelt on one knee, with respectful expressions, the weapons in their hands were still dripping with blood, quietly waiting for their king to give orders.
"Go, take over this island."
The smile on Doflamingo's face had faded, and he said grimly:
"Try not to use violence against civilians, and let this island know clearly that the arrival of our Don Quixote family will only bring them a more stable life."
His hands trembled slightly, as if he was trying his best to curb the urge to destroy everything in his heart.
But he knew he had to control himself.
Lubeck Island, no, the North Sea is just the beginning.
Before setting foot on a wider world, he knew that he had to make as much primitive accumulation as possible.
Wandering around the world?
Continuously plundering towns one by one?
That's what low-level pirates would do.
Territory!
Power!
Resources!
Grab everything step by step, control enough resources and power, one day, the whole world will kneel before him, Doflamingo!
And before that, he must try to restrain himself.
Hearing this, the members of the Don Quixote family looked at him with more admiration, and bowed their heads in submission.
Only those who control their desires and impulses are worthy of their lives to follow!
This is their young master.
"Pa pa pa pa..."
At this time, an inappropriate applause sounded.
The people of the Don Quixote family were stunned at first, and then turned around with a vigilant face and looked in the direction of the sound.
I saw a tall and straight figure standing on the top of a building ruin at some point, clapping his hands and looking down at their young master with interest.
"Good spirit and vision."
"The faces of pure playboys and those who are determined to do great things are completely different."
"You... are very good, Doflamingo."
The black-haired young man smiled.
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