Pirate Lord of Darkness

"What a strong fighting ability." Seeing the white-haired boy's counterattack, which undoubtedly shocked them, Tiqibu's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but sigh.

This series of actions, the minimalist killing methods, and decisiveness are completely unlike that of a boy who is only about ten years old.

"It was him. Two years before I left the Kingdom of Couroye, he appeared on the battlefield of the cannon fodder camp. Before I left, he survived every battlefield. He was a little hesitant at first. But in just a few wars, he completely transformed, like a killing machine, and he started killing people when he was only five years old." Kos looked at the young man. Even after so many years, he still had no feelings for this young man. The impression is still very deep.

"You know, young children like this are the easiest to die on the battlefield, and they can easily become targets of adults. However, he survived every battlefield, and he was still cautious at the beginning. , and from behind, he started to kill the enemy head-on. I have seen with my own eyes many times that he fell into dangerous situations, but he always fought back at the critical moment. This is a monster with super fighting talent."

The word "monster" shows the seriousness of Kos's attitude. After sailing on the great waterway for three years, he is well-informed, and he is not the kind of person who talks big.

The word monster had only been used in his mouth before by Teach and Barrett.

"I didn't expect that three years later, he would still be alive." Kos couldn't help but sigh.

"Kes, it's been five years now. He was only five years old when he went to the battlefield. What's going on? Although he is a child, he can't go to the battlefield so early." Wallace endured kept asking.

Going to the battlefield at the age of five is too cruel. I used to think that it would be terrible for Kos to start killing people at the age of seven. I didn't expect that there is something even more terrifying now, going to the battlefield at the age of five.

At such a young age, going to the battlefield and killing people are not the same concept, and Kos is a gunner, and long-range sniping and melee fighting are not the same concept.

"That's what happened. They were all orphans, raised by the military. They practiced killing skills since they were young. They were raised until they were five years old and began to go to the battlefield. After all, raising children also costs money, and the kingdom's funds cannot be exhausted. Spend money on these children, they are just orphans, and the Kingdom's military is not an orphanage." Kos said indifferently, he was used to all this, as he often went to the edge of the battlefield.

"Moreover, there are orphans everywhere in the kingdom. Once a group of orphans leave, another group will come again. A large number of orphans are born every year, so there is no need to worry about the source of the children. Moreover, the main fighting force is the death row prisoners and slaves."

"Then what's his name? Do you know?" Looking at the silver-haired boy who was killing people on the battlefield, no one could stop him. Many people came to stop him, only to turn into corpses and fall to the ground.

"I checked, and there is no name." Kos shook his head, "None of these orphans have names, some have them, some don't, but the moment they entered the orphanage established by the military, they lost their names and only had Code name, his code name is 8."

"8, symbolizes darkness." Teach couldn't help but smile, "It matches our Night Pirates very well!"

Tiqi's meaning was already very obvious. He had already taken a liking to this young man. This was an extremely sharp blade.It would be a pity to just stay here and eventually die on this battlefield. If he stayed here all the time, Barrett's experience would be his end.

"This is fate!" After listening to Teach's words, Koskos held up his monocular telescope and said with a smile.

"I already feel good luck." Baccarat stroked her short red hair behind her ears.

"New companion!" Wallace was a little excited.

"It seems we have to work harder." Nelson couldn't help but say.

This young man's fighting talent and fighting ability are more than half of them. He is a little poor physically, but he also shows great strength. However, they can all see that he is very thin and malnourished now. He has not eaten enough food all the time. Once these are replenished and his body develops normally, his fighting power will increase exponentially.

It put tremendous pressure on them.

At this time, the young man is still fighting. He is too strong. Only at this time, killing, can he feel life, the passage of life, and his own existence.

The boy is wearing a red shoulder strap on his right shoulder. On his right trousers, there is a mark of "8" printed on it. His upper body is bare and his body is very thin. Each bone is clearly visible, and there are scars and scars on his body. , these are all traces of the battles he has left over the years.

If killing is an art, it is fully demonstrated in him. No matter in terms of strength or speed, he does not have an obvious advantage. However, there is no unnecessary movement, time and time again. Avoiding the attacks aimed at him, every time he swings the weapon in his hand, it seems that he will kill a life, or block the attack aimed at him just right.

It seemed that he thought his killing efficiency was too low, and the battle was also rapidly consuming his physical strength. At some point, the weapon in his hand changed and turned into a knife. The sharp blade was more powerful than an iron rod in killing. It's easy and uses less force.

He was nicknamed the White-haired Devil because he was killed again and again. At some point, someone shouted out this name in fear. In the cannon fodder camps on both sides, more and more people knew about him because of his powerful strength. According to the record, the senior officials in charge of the cannon fodder battalion in the Kingdom of Coroye also said that as long as they killed the white-haired devil, they would be free.

Because the originally balanced battlefield even lost its balance because of the white-haired devil.

Although the reputation is very scary, the personnel of the cannon fodder camps on both sides have been updated. For the sake of profit and the future, they are willing to take risks. What's more, the so-called white-haired devil is only a ten-year-old boy who looks very thin. Neither is strong.

In every battle, he would face the siege of many people.

Due to his outstanding performance, eight more adults banded together to attack him.

They need to contain No. [-], otherwise, their side's camp will completely collapse.

These people are also people who survived the battlefield. Their strength is not weaker than that of elite soldiers. In order to deal with No. [-], they were specially transferred from other battlefields. The junction of the two kingdoms is very long, and the entire edge The battlefield is not just here, but there are many.

They were transferred from other cannon fodder camps with promises of huge benefits. As long as they killed the white-haired devil, they would be completely free and get a lot of wealth.

Eight people surrounded No. [-] from all eight directions, as if they didn't want to leave a gap for him to escape. They all held sharp long knives in their hands.

The kingdom has its own rules. Compared with stability, the rules between kingdoms cannot be broken. This is a tacit understanding between the two warring countries.

The cannon fodder battalion can only be dealt with by the cannon fodder battalion. If other elite soldiers are used to deal with the cannon fodder battalion people, as long as one party takes this initiative, the other party will do the same. When the rules are broken, everything will become more complicated. chaos, and will do whatever it takes.

By then, assassinations of generals, nobles, and even kings will happen, and foreign aid will be requested. By then, the scale of the war may expand and affect the hinterlands of both countries, which neither of them wants.

Therefore, if they want to deal with No. [-], they can only use some special means within the rules.

Each of these eight people wore leather armor and held sophisticated weapons in their hands. Compared with other members of the cannon fodder battalion, this equipment was undoubtedly very luxurious and enviable.

Even in such a dangerous situation, No. [-] was not nervous at all and was very calm.

He has experienced too many such things. It would be nice to die on the battlefield like this. He is a little tired. What is the meaning of life?Only death?

However, he is searching and will not die so easily. He will go all out.

"Go to hell, white-haired devil, do your part for our freedom, and give us your head." One of them held an elite long knife and took two steps forward quickly on his left rear, holding both hands Holding the long knife, the sharp tip was pointed at No. [-]'s body.

At the same time as he took action, three more people took action. In the four directions of No. [-], there were four more people to prevent No. [-] from escaping. At the same time, there was no tacit understanding between them. There were too many people fighting, and they would interact with each other. Some bad effects.

They had all seen No. [-]'s previous battles, so they were all very vigilant. They did not underestimate No. [-] just because he was only a ten-year-old child.

Moreover, this No. [-] has survived on this battlefield for five years, surpassing most of the cannon fodder.

Facing the knife from behind, No. [-] felt a chill on his skin, but he was not afraid. Faced with the knife, his legs bent slightly.

He jumped up and did a backflip in the air, leaping three meters high, thus avoiding the knife stabbing him. At the same time, in the horrified eyes of the man, he swung the long knife in his hand and stabbed him on the neck. The last knife cut across them, and blood spattered out. The wallets on their bodies were of no use at all, and they could not cover their necks no matter what.

This counterattack made other people's hearts freeze. One person died so quickly, and now, with the death of one person, No. [-] was already close to the periphery, and quickly bent down to pick up the person he killed and dropped it in his hand. long knife.

The moment he grabbed the long knife, he rushed directly to a person on the outside. He quickly thought of a way to break the situation. He would definitely fall into passivity in the process of being surrounded.

Teach had only seen such keen reflexes in Voss before.

No. [-], who was holding two knives, was even more powerful. He swung a long knife away. Faced with No. [-]'s knife, he quickly raised his knife to block it. However, at the next moment, No. [-]'s other knife had already swung over, and the tip of the knife slashed over his neck.

In the blink of an eye, two people died, and their encirclement was completely torn open.

No one could stop No. [-], who had already reached the outer perimeter. After killing two people, he rushed directly to the two adults on the left. In order to prevent himself from being surrounded, his first target was the person on the outermost perimeter.

At this time, Teach and the others had a deeper understanding of the killing machine mentioned by Kos. There were no unnecessary movements, and all movements were preparations for killing.

It rained heavily in the sky at some point, and the clouds were dense. The rain kept falling, mixed with blood.

It seems to be trying to wash away death and pain.

However, it cannot be cleaned away, because the war is still going on. This kind of battlefield with only a few hundred people is not a war. In the entire battlefield, this is just a small friction and is insignificant. But for the people in these cannon fodder camps, Say, this is already a war.

Death continues, and many corpses are already lying on the battlefield. No one cares about these corpses, because they have been experiencing it and have become accustomed to it.

In the cannon fodder camp, life is worthless. If you don't kill, if you don't live, then it has no value.

The silver-haired boy No. [-] was worthy of the title of devil. On such a battlefield, after breaking the situation, he held a pair of blood-stained knives and reaped the lives. The remaining six adults who besieged him soon died in front of him. under the knife.

Lives fell one by one, and someone stared closely at the shoulder straps on the shoulders of the fallen corpses. After grabbing five shoulder straps, they began to run away, towards the rear of the battlefield and towards the cannon fodder camp.

For these people who are just surviving, only their own lives are the most important. Some of them pretended to be dead at the beginning of the battle. After their companions killed their opponents and grabbed the shoulder straps, they secretly attacked and killed themselves and seriously injured them. companion.

In a battlefield with hundreds of people, only a few dozen people can survive in the end. It's the same every time. There are many such small battlefields, and the total number of deaths is terrifying. It's like a meat grinder, more than the main battlefield. .

Those who were still alive fled one after another. There were fewer and fewer people alive on the battlefield. Some were still fighting, and some were looking for the enemy's shoulder straps among the piles of corpses. After all, in the midst of the killing, it was impossible. Take the shoulder strap every time you kill someone, so you can easily be attacked by others.

The silver-haired boy didn't care at all about the shoulder straps. The last person fell down, gasping for breath. The blood-stained double swords, blood and rain dripped down the tips of the swords.

There were corpses all around. Except for him, there was no longer any living person. Blood flowed like a river. The remaining pain, despair and unwillingness on the face of the dead came into view.

"I'm alone again. What is the meaning of life? Is it just killing? Is it living?"

The silver-haired boy looked at the corpses around him, his eyes a little confused, and he murmured to himself.

The rain fell on his body, and a faint mist appeared in the air, making his figure look a little hazy. It also seemed to block the blood on the battlefield and covered it with a misty layer.

Suddenly, his eyes noticed a flower, a white flower in full bloom.

He couldn't help but be stunned, walked quickly to the flower, and squatted down carefully, "It was the flower from that time." In a previous battlefield, he also saw this flower in the same place, but at that time it was just A bud was now in full bloom. It was very beautiful and attracted his attention.

"Why are they blooming here? Don't you know it's dangerous here?" The young man couldn't help but frowned and asked, staring at the flower.

However, after waiting for a long time, the flower did not tell him the answer because it could not speak.

"Why? You don't answer me?" The young man looked at the flower that showed no expression and seemed a little angry. "Could it be that you are ignoring me."

He wants to feel his existence, and killing can make him feel life and his existence.

He picked up a knife he had placed on the ground, raised it, and pointed the tip of the knife at the flower, as if he wanted to stab it.

"Stop doing this." A voice suddenly came, and the young man reacted keenly, picked up his two knives, turned sideways, and was ready to fight, as if he would explode at any time.

At some point, a person stood behind him, Tiqi came, and the rain soaked his clothes.

The boy, on the other hand, looked at Tiqi very warily, holding the knife in his hand tightly, as if only weapons could give him a sense of security.

"There is no such thing as living a meaningful life." Tiqi looked at him and smiled lightly. After listening to Tiqi's words, the young man stood up slowly.

"But if you keep living, you may be able to find interesting things and the meaning of life." Tiqi looked at the boy and smiled. The boy turned around and stood face to face with Tiqi, looking at Tiqi.

"Just like you found the flower, just like I found you." Tiqi smiled, stretched out his left hand, and gently touched the boy's right face.

For some reason, the young man didn't resist. He was stunned. His hands couldn't help but let go, and the two knives fell to the ground.

So warm!The young man couldn't help but think, feeling the warmth of Teach's hand, it seemed to melt his heart.

"You don't have a name." Tiqi's words made the boy's heart feel a little depressed. However, with the next sentence, the boy's heart suddenly lifted up and reached its peak, "Then I will give you a name, Kaguya. From now on, your name will be It’s called Kaguya.”

"Hui, Kaguya." The young man couldn't help but widen his eyes. For some reason, he could feel joy from his heart, and it seemed that he could feel the meaning of existence.

"Come with me, there is no point in continuing to fight in this battlefield." Tiqi smiled, turned around, and left.

Kaguya was stunned, watching Tiqi's leaving figure. For some reason, his body suddenly started to move on its own, and he couldn't help but follow Tiqi and behind him.