The Pirate: Throne of Bones

Tread, tread, tread, tread, tread…

In the main hall of the huge St. Clark Kingdom Palace, there was only the sound of high heels hitting the ground.

At the highest point of the main hall, Saint Clark VII was sitting on the throne, looking at the girl who walked into the hall with a complicated expression.

"..."

After moving his lips, Saint Clark VII said nothing.

As the leader of a country, Saint Clark VII can be regarded as a great leader who can lead the Kingdom of St. Clark, which was once ranked at the bottom among the countries that are members of the World Government, to the top of the list of countries that are members of the World Government.

pity…

The magical power is no match for Tianshu, and the main hero is no match for the plug-in!

About ten years ago, a second soul was suddenly born in the body of Saint Clark VII.

At the same time, as soon as this newly born soul appeared, it completely suppressed Saint Clark VII's thoughts and completely took over Saint Clark VII's body.

And then…

Under the leadership of this new soul, the Kingdom of Saint Clark has gone from being one of the top powers among the World Government's participating countries, to now a den of darkness and evil in the sea.

People who are loyal to the Kingdom of Saint Clark will die in various ways.

The man who had the ability to discover that there was something wrong with the Kingdom of St. Clark turned against him overnight.

The soul of Saint Clark VII, who had always remained awake, could only be imprisoned in his body in frustration, watching the brand new soul born in his body control his body and mess up his country.

Uh--

And the poor concubines of St. Clark VII.

That is to say, this soul was born in the body of St. Clark VII. In a sense, it is also regarded as St. Clark VII himself.

Otherwise, even if the soul of Saint Clark VII is imprisoned in his body, he will be so angry that he will explode from the scenes he sees every night or during the day.

"Saint Clark VII?"

Monet walked to the center of the hall, his eyes swept over the dozens of figures in front of him, and finally stopped at St. Clark VII sitting on the throne.

In the main hall, near St. Clark VII, there was only St. Clark VII among the adult men.

The rest of the people who stayed near St. Clark VII were either women in rags.

"Your Majesty's life..."

"It's really chaotic."

Monet was almost amused.

Is this what is called...?

The Kingdom of St. Clark outside was bombarded by the inspector's order and was bombarded with artillery fire.

Cough!

Hearing Monet's ridicule and complaints, St. Clark VII, who was sitting on the throne, looked livid, but could not say anything.

After all, just 10 minutes ago, another soul in my body was controlling my body.

This is so embarrassing!

Until the tall girl with grass-green hair appeared at the entrance of the hall, the soul that originally controlled his body suddenly gave control of his body to him as if he had been frightened.

And St. Clark VII, who had not controlled his body for more than ten years, faced this moment that was infinitely close to the destruction of his country and his family. He could only stand up reluctantly, put on his clothes, and sat down on his body in the posture of a kingdom. on the throne. .seven

The dignity he had when he was alive has been almost destroyed by the soul in his body.

St. Clark VII, who was once considered a heroic figure, completely gave up on struggling for life and just wanted to die with dignity.

However, Monet didn't think so.

Monet doesn't know what happened to St. Clark VII, but Monet knows that if St. Clark VII is allowed to die so simply, he will be very sorry for the person he has never met and died indirectly. hands of grandmother.

"Nah..."

"His Majesty St. Clark VII, let's play a game."

With that said, Monet pulled out Ying Ju and casually slashed out several flying slashes whose power was weakened to a minimum.

Swish!Swish!Swish!Swish!Swish!

...

The sword light flashed, and a certain pillar in front of the throne of Saint Clark VII was easily cut off.

Swish!

When Monet sheathed Sakura Ten, a dice larger than a basketball appeared in front of Saint Clark VII.

“Every game, I pick six guys.”

He raised his hand and pointed at the dice in front of St. Clark VII, and then pointed at the concubines and children of St. Clark VII who were hiding and shivering.

"Then, the number of dice rolled by His Majesty will determine the number of survivors."

"At one point, only one person can survive."

"Two o'clock, two people can survive."

"And so on..."

"If Your Majesty can roll the dice at six, then all six of the selected people will survive."

"certainly--"

"If your Majesty only throws out one point, your Majesty can completely specify which one of the six selected people will survive!"

At this moment, Monet, with a faint smile on his face, looked like a devil coming out of hell in the eyes of Saint Clark VII.

Killing is nothing but nodding!

It's okay to kill people, but you still want to kill your heart? ! ! !

At this moment, St. Clark VII, who was sitting on the throne, really looked like he was grabbing Monet by the collar, and shouted loudly to Monet, "Does this king have any grudge against you? Huh?!"

pity.

The soul that had been controlling Saint Clark VII's body before, although it shrank back, would still cause trouble to Saint Clark VII from time to time, making it impossible for Saint Clark VII to freely control the body according to his own wishes.

"Please! Your Majesty St. Clark VII...!"

slap~

After the words fell, Monet raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Shila-

As Monet snapped his fingers, streaks of thunder flew out from Monet's fingertips.

After these thunderbolts left Monet's fingertips, they instantly turned into blue-purple chains, binding the concubines and children of Saint Clark VII.

"Well…"

"let me see…"

"In the first game, I will choose you~"

Monet's eyes swept over the concubines and children of Saint Clark VII, and then he nodded casually.

Then, under Monet's pointing, the six concubines of Saint Clark VII were dragged out of the crowd by the thunder chains bound to their bodies.

"The candidate has been decided, it's time for you to roll the dice, Your Majesty."

"I think…"

"As the head of a country, Your Majesty will definitely not let his children down, right?"

"after all…"

"Whether your Majesty's children can survive is entirely up to your Majesty's thoughts!"

No matter what St. Clark VII thinks in his heart, St. Clark VII must continue to play this game in order for his children to survive.

If the game continues, there is still a possibility for the children of St. Clark VII to survive.

don't play?

Ah…