One Piece: Call of the Undead

"Go! Bring me those idiots who are trying to rebel!"

Pizarro waved his hand, and the guards around him responded quickly. Not daring to slack off at all, they all rushed towards the stern of the ship.

She was afraid that if she were not careful, she would make him unhappy and slap her to death.

The sailor who fell in a pool of blood, not knowing whether he was alive or dead, is the best example.

But before they could reach the stern of the ship, a group of slowly moving soldiers gradually came into their sight.

"Stop for me!"

Looking at this group of soldiers who were acting strangely, the captain of the guard instinctively sensed something was wrong. He subconsciously raised his weapon and shouted at them.

But his shouting had no effect at all, and the group of soldiers continued to advance slowly as if there was no one around.

Seeing this, the guard chief frowned, and when he was about to say something, his pupils suddenly shrank, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

"Head······Head······"

He suddenly discovered that among the crowd, there was a guy missing half of his head. He followed the soldiers strangely and kept walking towards them slowly.

"Protect, protect... the guard chief, half of that guy's body..."

Hearing the frightened voices of the team members behind him, he looked sideways and saw another figure. Half of his body was split open and blood was flowing profusely, but he still moved forward slowly without noticing.

The captain of the guard swallowed hard with his dry throat. At this moment, not only him, but all the guards involuntarily moved backward slowly.

The scene in front of me was really weird and creepy.

The soldiers who should have died long ago, as well as those with shocking wounds, should have lost their lives long ago, but now they are all resurrected.

This kind of terrifying thing beyond their cognition made them feel cold all over, and they already had the intention of retreating.

"Ok?"

Just as he was about to continue the torture, Pizarro, the fur tribe he was stepping on, looked at the many guards who had not gone far and retreated back, frowning and looking a little gloomy.

"You bastards, do you think what I said fell on deaf ears?"

Pizarro, who was already in a bad mood, took out the pistol he carried with him and wanted to teach them a bloody lesson.

But just when he was about to pull the trigger, he caught a glimpse of a group of strange, slow-moving soldiers from the corner of his eye.

"This······?"

Although the scene in front of him was indeed unbelievable, Pizarro was a strong man after all, with a strong psychological quality and was not as unbearable as those guards.

"What are you waiting for? Clean these things up for me!"

The gun head was turned, and one shot penetrated the heads of several strange soldiers, and the huge inertia threw their bodies away.

Pizarro snorted coldly and scolded the guards with an unkind expression.

But as soon as he finished speaking, those strange soldiers who were knocked down by his shot slowly got up again, and continued to move forward as if nothing was wrong.

"Oh?"

Seeing this unconventional scene, Pizarro raised his brows and showed a look of interest, with a look of excitement in his eyes.

"Interesting, interesting, so interesting, can't you kill me?"

Grinning, it was the first time he encountered a guy who couldn't be killed with just one shot. It rarely made him feel interested, and he didn't care about the guards.

In a flash, he appeared in front of the strange soldiers. A big hand with metal armor reached out and grabbed a strange soldier. He suddenly exerted force and slammed him to the ground. The deck was covered by a huge The power directly opened a big hole.

Looking at the blood-soaked arms and feeling the body that seemed to be struggling to get up, Pizarro couldn't help but marvel.

"There is no sign of life anymore, but the body can still continue to move. Is he an esper?"

His cold eyes scanned the surroundings, but nothing unusual was found. The thoughtful Pizarro slowly turned his head and looked at the sea beyond the deck with slightly narrowed eyes.

"Is it you then, kitten?"

But as far as the eye could see, there was no trace of human figures anywhere.

This made Pizarro slightly stunned. When he suddenly reacted, he realized that the roaring sound of artillery fire that started at some unknown time had long since disappeared. Below the deck, there were faint screams and frightened cries. Ho ho sound.

Suddenly, a strong malice came over him, making Pizarro's skin suddenly feel cold.

"Up there!"

His eyes flashed with light, and without any hesitation, he punched out boldly, mobilizing all his strength without any reservation.

"boom!"

There was a violent impact, followed by a harsh friction sound that made one's teeth ache.

Pizarro looked up at his metal gauntlet, and saw deep marks scratched by a sharp claw, with sparks flying from it.

"What a terrible malice!"

Looking at the scarlet eyes in front of him, even Pizarro, who had killed countless people, felt slightly uncomfortable.

That's a pair of eyes, how to describe them?

There is no trace of emotion, filled with pure malice, indifference, coldness, and an aura of death.

This sense of psychological oppression made Pizarro very unhappy. How could a man who was a king be frightened by a kitten?

With a cold snort, he twisted his right arm, grabbed Neferbit's arm with his backhand, and punched her in the face with his other hand, causing Neferbit to fly out.

Looking at the deep scars on his right gauntlet, Pizarro's eyes were cold and his murderous intent was undisguised, directed at the thrown Nephibit.

If the gauntlet hadn't blocked it, his right arm would have been torn off by that guy right now, right?

Extremely strong malice and unabashed murderous intent permeated the entire ship, and the indescribable terrifying aura caused everyone else to collapse to the ground and tremble.

For ordinary people, this kind of mental oppression can almost make them suffer from mental breakdown instantly.

Looking at the beast-like Nephibit, Pizarro grinned and said in a cold tone: "Kitty, how do you want to die?"

Nephibit tilted his head, staring at Pizarro with a pair of scarlet eyes, then nodded with satisfaction and said: "You are very strong, meow!"

"Oh, really?"

Pizarro's eyes narrowed slightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but the murderous aura on his body was even stronger. He raised his hands in an offensive posture: "Then...then what? Meow?"

Pizarro expressed his inner dissatisfaction with Nephibit, who imitated his way of speaking, and became even more serious.

How dare a mere beast dare to imitate my speaking style?

"Then?"

When Nephibit heard this, she moved her furry cat ears, arched her body slightly, and stretched out her sharp claws, which shone with a cold light. She grinned and said, "I really want to... kill you. !”

"Hahahaha!"

Pizarro laughed loudly when he heard this, and his eyes as he looked at Nephibit became more and more ferocious: "Me too, I really want to kill you! Meow~"