"Shadow Jump!"

The black mist filled the air, and the Sith were pulled into the shadows. Their right hands maintained the standard knife-holding posture. Everything happened in an instant. As they passed by the Sith, the sharp blade pierced their shoulders. Neck.

puff!

Blood drops splashed, and the three of them opened their mouths in shock, unable to make a sound. Their life force quickly drained from their bodies, and their whole bodies became weak.

thump!

The three of them had the same understanding as always. When the two sides passed each other, the three of them fell to the ground from three directions at the same time, their bodies trembling slightly, and they no longer had any chance of breathing.

"Dead? Are they all dead?"

"Too fast, that guy is a monster!"

The pupils shrank, fear defeated the violent nature in their hearts, and the pirates were trembling all over.

Continue to please Sith in an attempt to get him to spare her?

No, they just want to escape now, as far away as possible, even if they escape to Magellan, as long as they can stay away from this guy, they are willing to go through it even if it means mountains of swords and seas of fire.

"Escape quickly to the third floor. Captain Bucky is on the third floor. He will definitely be able to save us."

"Yes, yes, we also have Captain Bucky."

"Savior!"

"Go to the third floor and ask for Captain Bucky!"

Someone in the crowd yelled, and then began to boil. They seemed to have grabbed the last straw and began to flow downward like crazy.

"whispering sound!"

Sith spat on the ground disdainfully,

"What a lucky guy."

The commotion below caused an unknown fire to rise in Sith's heart, who knows if it was jealousy.

Girl, why is it so difficult for him to dig a corner?

This pirate is really unscientific!

He pressed against the wall and knotted his left hand.

"Burning Escape · Over-steaming to kill!"

In an instant, a huge fireball surged in the air, almost covering the entire sky, and the Sith became stronger again.

The pirates were still running desperately with sweat all over their bodies. They could clearly feel the fireball roaring behind them. It was ten times or a hundred times hotter than the scorching hell.

They had watched their companions turn into mummies under the black and red demonic fire, and they didn't want to die.

"Run away, I haven't seen Captain Bucky become the Pirate King with my own eyes, how can I fall here?"

The veins on his forehead bulged, and the pirates were on fire, surpassing Boruto's heat measurement unit in an instant.

The Sith figure flashed and stood in front of them.

The light of the knife flashed, and the surrounding temperature began to drop. It was obvious that the sea of ​​​​fire was deep, but why did it always make people feel chilling.

"You devil, why don't you go to hell?" the pirates shouted at the Sith.

He didn't answer. One person stood before him like thousands of troops.

……

Level 4 warden's room.

blu blu...

The phone kept ringing, and Magellan and Hannibal hurriedly ran in from the door. They had just sent Hancock and the Flying Squirrel away, but Domino didn't wait to hold Hancock in his arms and ravage him. Chance.

"This is the control room. I repeat, this is the control room. Straw Hat Luffy and Mr. 2 are flying towards the N area of ​​Level 3. The blue orangutans have no power to fight back. The two are most likely going to Level 4. Intruders Moving forward rapidly!"

"There is a big riot in Level 2, and Lieutenant Commander Sith is on his way to support."

There was a commotion on the phone. Magellan slammed the table and asked:

"What's Sarudice doing?"

"Since the Blue Orangutan is unable to resist Straw Hat Luffy and Mr2, we kindly request that it be sent to suppress the Level 2 uprising."

click!

Magellan pressed his fingers hard, causing a few cracks on the microphone, and shouted loudly:

"Why didn't you report such a big thing to me earlier?"

"I've reported it a long time ago. Isn't it because you are obsessed with His Majesty Hancock's beauty and turned a blind eye?" Hannibal sneered with sweat on his forehead and a steel fork in one hand.

Magellan's expression darkened. There seemed to be very few people around him today.

"Who is at Level 3 now?"

The surrounding civilian officials saluted,

"Including Deputy Warden Domino, Miss Sati, and Saludes, most of our combat forces in Impel Down are gathering at Level 3 from various places, but it will take time."

"Level 3?" Magellan shook his head, "There is a way out in Level 3. It's not a good place to catch them all in one fell swoop, but that's the only way it can be done at this point."

As he spoke, he turned his head to Hannibal, his extremely loyal deputy warden.

"Leave the riots above to Des and give them ten minutes. I want to see all combat forces concentrated on Level 3. Straw Hat, don't underestimate the Imperial Prison. Hannibal, clean up. let's go!"

"Wait, there are changes in Level 2." The phone bug suddenly shouted, "It's corpses, a lot of corpses. Level 2 is burning, and it has now completely become the hunting ground of the Sith Major."

Magellan's body paused,

"What's going on? Say it again."

"Level 2, the riot in Level 2 has been suppressed too quickly. Major Sith's movements were too fast. Each of his blows would take away a lot of lives. Now Level 2 is full of pirate corpses. It's simply, simply It’s hell!”

The voice in the phone bug was trembling, as if he saw something terrible from the surveillance phone bug.

"That Sith guy." Magellan gritted his teeth, "Don't use my prison as your testing ground!"

With a muffled grunt,

"Okay, don't worry about Level 2 anymore. Go directly to Level 3. Those scum are probably hopeless."

……

Level 2 beast hell.

The current hell can be considered a hell. The black mist that originally shrouded the sky has been dyed red, like clouds of blood floating in it. The bloody smell in the space is so strong and choking.

There were emaciated corpses all around, and no one could be seen standing except for Sith. The jailers originally stationed at Level 2 had already withdrawn. Even if you were used to seeing this kind of scene, They can't bear the world.

Sith sheathed his sword. The blood had stained his cloak. His hands were still white. He took out a cigarette and candy from his arms.

He scratched his chin and looked around thoughtfully.

The more his personality condenses, the less and less he feels like he is becoming less and less like a normal person. He remembers that he was quite normal before, really.

Why is this? Looking at the hell-like scene in front of him, he actually felt particularly at ease.

Well, it must have been the businessmen and missionaries who influenced him. Among these twelve personalities, he is definitely the most normal.

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