Pirates: From the Expulsion of Marie Gioia

Hearing his words, Dracula nodded slightly and said directly.

"These soldiers will continue to be handed over to you."

"Now I appoint you as the captain of the third team and take charge of your own team."

"I won't interfere too much with you, just act according to your own wishes."

"But you have to know that you cannot afford the price of betrayal."

Shiryu listened quietly, without any dissatisfaction.

On the contrary, he thinks that such a management style is more to his liking.

A flat voice came from his mouth.

"Understood, my lord."

"This is much better than the Navy's system."

After getting the answer, Dracula condensed his fallen angel energy a little bit.

Immediately, a black token slowly formed in his hand.

In front of the token is a sonorous three.

But behind it, there is no longer any pattern of fallen angels.

On the back of the overall pitch-black token, only a pair of red eyes are reflected in it.

Although this token is also an identity token, it is different from the previous ones.

This is the captain's token that belongs exclusively to the fallen angel team.

When necessary, see orders as if seeing people.

Each captain's token will have the characteristics of recognizing the master.

There is only one price for stealing the token without the consent of the Lord Ling, and that is death.

Because the dark energy in the token will continuously erode that person's vitality.

Of course, people with high strength can still resist for a while.

The moment the token was formed, Dracula stretched out two slender fingers and clamped it between them.

Immediately, with Wei Wei's force, the black token flew towards Shiliu who was not far away.

With a clear voice, Shiryu took the black token in his hand.

At the same time, Dracula's voice also entered his ears.

"This is your captain's logo."

"Sometimes tokens are the only way to identify yourself."

"Friendly reminder, it's best to keep it carefully."

Hearing his words, the corners of Shiliu's mouth curled up, and he spoke casually.

"Is it a sign? It's really interesting."

He turned over to look at the token in his hand, and then put it in the lining of his clothes.

"However, do you need me to explain in detail what is going on in the city?"

Dracula shook his head slightly, rejecting his kindness.

Immediately, with his own steps, he gracefully walked towards the deeper prison.

For him, it is more interesting to explore by himself.

Due to the surrender of the navy soldiers, the battle on the fourth floor ended hastily.

Everyone who had just experienced a big battle looked a little sluggish.

After all, maintaining high-intensity vigilance for a long time will always be too much for the body.

In this way, advancing to the fourth floor of the city, no one chose to speak except heavy panting.

For them, it doesn't matter what the final result is.

They just need to obey the orders of their superiors.

Prisoners on this floor, their eyes widened, and they couldn't believe what they saw.

Because in their minds, the city of Advancing, known as the "bronze wall and iron wall", was breached so easily.

Even Magellan, who had super strength, died here.

While they were shocked, they didn't dare to say a word.

No one knows whether he will be killed because of talking too much.

After maintaining such a weird atmosphere for a while, it was finally broken.

The soldiers who had taken the Potential Potion before felt the vitality intensifying and passing away in their bodies.

There was no fear at all, but the smile on his face became brighter and brighter.

One of the scarred men touched the fallen angel tattoo on his shoulder and said proudly.

"It seems that the promotion city is not very good, after all, we are better."

"Unfortunately, I can no longer follow in the footsteps of Master Dracula."

"However, I have never regretted my choice."

"This is the only ray of light in the sea, and I use my life to protect it."

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His words were endorsed by the rest of the soldiers.

But soon, the eyes of these people began to dim.

And their weak hearts gradually stopped beating.

The death of life is always full of sadness.

But life still has to go on.

After all, if there is no one in the sea, it will not stop its continuous rough waves.

And the only thing they can do is to leave some traces of their own on the sea.

The soldiers who survived had different expressions.

But there is one thing in common.

Their hands unconsciously touched the fallen angel tattoos located all over their bodies.

Thinking of what those people said just now, a smile appeared on the corner of their mouths.

Immediately, the muttering voice of a young soldier echoed softly in the quiet prison.

"The only beam of light, leave it to me to protect."

"I bet my life and hope on that man."

His words reached the ears of everyone present.