Pirate's Swamp Fruit

Chapter 15 015 Weakness is the Original Sin
There was chaos on the bridge, and the battle between jailers and criminals was completely unfolded under Wilder's intentional control.

"Go to hell! Navy!" This is the cry of a criminal who only remembers the navy as an enemy all his life. Although the opponent he hit with his fist was a jailer, this does not prevent him from accepting the jailer and the navy as his own. One.

"Bang!" The jailers also began to fight back, shooting, whipping, and fisting the rioting prisoners to suppress and kill them.

The steady stream of jailers coming from a distance was blocked by prisoners elsewhere on the bridge, and by this time, no one wanted to let go of this opportunity, the only possible opportunity to leave the city.

The eyes of the prisoners fighting with the jailer sometimes turned to the man standing in the middle with a smile on his face. The bullets passed through his body but could not cause him any damage. This gave the prisoners hope.

Maybe... this man could really lead them out of Impel.

Wilder didn't know what the prisoners were thinking. He stared at the jailers who surrounded him but were forced to be pulled into the battlefield by other prisoners. Wilder was looking for something to observe.

"Then... it's you." With a strong smile on his face, Wilder raised his right hand, and the raging swamp gushed out.

"Wild Swamp——" His right hand slapped heavily on the bridge, and a large amount of swamp quickly secreted from the palm of his hand, and radiated to the surroundings under the pressure of the bridge deck and palm.

The moment he left his hand, the swamp surged up like a sea wave and suddenly rose up.

"One layer of mantle!"

Around Wilder's body, the jailers and prisoners who were fighting ecstasy suddenly felt a blackness on their heads, and when they looked up, their pupils dilated to the extreme in an instant.

"what is this!?"

"No!"

"You monster! You can't do this!"

"what!"

No matter if they were prisoners or jailers, they all panicked in the face of the swamp that was pressing down on their heads. The terrified eyes said everything, and some people started to run outside.

But some people, including Wilder's target, lost the opportunity.

The swamp was pressed down from above their heads, and the horrified eyes and howling did not stop the pressed swamp for a second.

"Wow!"

With the sound of liquid falling down and then spreading to the surroundings, everyone within a radius of ten meters centered on Wilder was covered and buried in swamps. Although they could not be completely buried, some At this moment, it seems that struggling only adds some bright spots to the picture.

Hands, feet, face, the things on the swamp sank slowly after struggling hard for a while.

"You bastard...! Look what you did!" An angry voice sounded from beside his ear, and Wilder just stood up, his face was a little pale, and his breathing was a little short, but he still turned his head when he heard the voice. past.

It was the first bald prisoner who stood up before.

Wilder has a good impression of this guy, at least compared to that guy Iger, the bald head in front of him is much more pleasing to his eyes.

"Hmm... don't worry, I'm just trying to save everyone's time, after all... if you want to leave the city, you can't just stay here forever." As he spoke, the swamp on the bridge began to surge and flow slowly. Back into Wilder's body.

Soon, all the swamp on the bridge returned to Wilder's body, and the bodies of the prisoners and jailers also reappeared on the bridge as the swamp flowed back and contracted.

The prisoners and jailers who almost thought they were going to die knelt on the bridge and coughed violently. Without exception, they all looked at Wilder with horror in their eyes.

But no one noticed that some of them in this group did not reappear like them.

"what!"

The bald prisoner looked at this scene and his angry face changed to a look of full understanding and approval. He smiled generously and nodded: "It's really much easier to solve it like this."

As he spoke, he walked over to the jailers who were still coughing to death, picked up one in each hand, and threw it into the iron pot under the bridge like a dumpling.

Wilder suddenly felt that this guy was really pleasing to the eye, almost like his divine assist.

So... Mr. God Assist, I wish you the best of luck in the future.

The smile gradually spread, and Wilder looked away from him.

The battle on the bridge did not stop at this time because of the situation on Wilder's side, but there was a tendency to intensify.

A large number of jailers came from afar, and the prisoners who had had enough here also broke out under the atmosphere of three people becoming tigers, and joined the battle one after another.

Wilder knew in his heart that this was only temporary, and he had to seize the opportunity to leave the battlefield first.

As for the prisoners...

Wilder can only wish them luck.

But before that, it is still necessary to lead these prisoners to walk a certain distance and make a look like a prison escape.

"Hey! Tell me your name." After thinking for a while, Wilder still said something to the bald man who had left a little impression in his mind.

"Me? My name is Bais." Hearing Wilder's voice, the big bald man turned around and grinned, showing his big white teeth.

"Tell them, we should go." Wilder nodded expressionlessly, then turned and walked forward, and the deep voice sounded again the moment he turned around: "If you can't keep up, you can die." Don't blame me."

"Ahahaha! Of course!" Bais looked up at Wilder's back and laughed loudly, and then began to call the prisoners to follow Wilder's footsteps.

The prisoners began fighting and retreating, shouts of killing, excitement and excited laughter resounded from the bridge.

More and more prisoners joined the ranks, heading in the same direction.

Behind him were more and more jailers who were constantly chasing him, and there were guards in front of him who came to help him from other places, but they were quickly torn apart by a group of vicious prisoners.

Wilder was at the forefront, and no matter what kind of attack came, he couldn't change his footsteps. The prisoners around him would take the first step and tear the enemies in front of him to shreds.

As he walked forward, Wilder became more silent. He didn't know where he would take these guys. Is there a turning point at the end of the road?Or lead to what kind of place?
he does not know.

He only knew that as long as he kept walking, powerful enemies would appear and defeat them soon.

At that point, Wilder will take the opportunity to get away.

And these prisoners, including Bais, will also become fish in their own calculations.

life or death...

Maybe these people didn't have the right to live from the very beginning...

Weakness is the original sin.

　Mom... accidentally fell asleep...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)