Chaotic Night

The flames spread wantonly between the buildings. Vlad was not so kind as to help the Celestial Dragons control the area of the disaster. For him, the more chaotic the situation was, the more beneficial it was for him.

After all, the more the flames burned, the more the guards of the World Government and the Celestial Dragons would not have the time to search for the person who was causing trouble. For the Celestial Dragons, their face was above everything. Their home was burned out by the fire, and they did not care about their face?

Therefore, for the people of the World Government, putting out the fire was the first task. Most of their forces had to be used to put out the fire for the Celestial Dragons, which was a very promising thing. The people who could be sent to investigate and destroy the fire were completely short of manpower.

What was more amazing was that Vlad's flames were not ordinary flames. Ordinary water and other conventional methods of putting out the fire did not have any effect on it. Only the sea water could completely extinguish the flames. This was very interesting. This meant that it was not so easy for the World Government to put out the fire.

The best thing was that even if it was a person, as long as they did not have a domineering air, they would only be courting death if they wanted to enter the fire field. As long as there were even a little sparks that splashed onto their bodies, they would immediately die. There was absolutely no second possibility.

This situation also created the current situation of Vlad. In the encirclement of a golden flame, no one could have imagined that there would actually be a person walking freely.

"Let me see, which side is it?"

Vlad squatted on the top of a house. He wore a black cloak and a hood on his head, wrapping his entire person tightly. The black figure formed a sharp contrast with the roaring golden flames around him.

"Ah!"

"I found it! It's there!"

Vlad leaped into the air. His huge wings extended out from his back and flapped a few times. He disappeared into the night sky like a phantom, leaving only the flames that swayed in the wind.

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"Fire! It's fire!"

"Is it on fire? Is it on fire?"

Someone exclaimed.

"Hahahaha! Are these demons finally being punished?"

"Hahahaha, die, all of you die! Let us die together!"

"Is it God? Is God here to punish these demons?"

Someone laughed wildly.

The flames spread wildly and would soon reach this side. Unlike the Celestial Dragons who were all in servitude to them, no one came to protect these people. No one would come to organize them to evacuate. No one would care about their life and death.

Although they were human, no one had ever treated them as human beings. In this Marygeoise, in the center of the world government, in the Red Linet, they were the only group of people who were not called human beings.

They were slaves, slaves raised by the Celestial Dragons. They could be slaughtered at will, and they could exchange for fun at will. They lost everything, life, body, wealth, and even freedom.

Everything that was human had been robbed. It had to be said that this was indeed a very ironic thing. The same people, one side was called a god, and the other side was like maggots that were trampled on. No, maggots were at least disgusting. No one was willing to pay attention to them. These slaves were even worse than maggots.

There was no doubt that these people were the Celestial Dragons. They were one of the greatest evidence of the world government's crimes. This was something that everyone in the world knew. However, there were not many people who truly cared about the irony. Those who had never seen it before always did not care about the life and death of others.

Only when bad luck truly fell on them would they deeply feel the despair of those people.

This world is really rotten!

Vlad stood on the top of the room and saw all the expressions of the slaves in the building below.

Numbness. There was no sense of resistance. This was the performance of most slaves.

It was no wonder. Even Tesoro and the Empress Boa Hancock were also angry and scared when they mentioned the Celestial Dragons. They only dared to hide their identity and had no thoughts of resisting. The Celestial Dragons were the rulers of the world.

The world of One Piece was like this, it was really rotten, and it was completely hopeless. The existence of the world government was not to attack pirates, nor was it to better manage the world. They were simply serving the Celestial Dragons. Even the five old stars were just the puppets of the Celestial Dragons.

The people of this world had lost the spirit to resist. Even the Four Emperors, even Whitebeard, did not have the intention to fight with the world government. The enemy of the pirates was only a pirate, not a Marine, not a world government. For them, their freedom was enough.

In this world, there were only two people who would really use the world government as their goal. One was the Pirate King, Gol D Roger. This man knew everything in the world. The opening of the era of pirates was undoubtedly to awaken the will of mankind.

The second, there was no doubt that Monkey D. Dragon was the true revolutionary in this world, the man who dared to overthrow the world government and overthrow the Celestial Dragons.

Perhaps there would be a Monkey D Luffy in the future. When he arrived at the Final Island, he might become someone like Roger.

However, now, there was no doubt that the world government ruled the world. The civilians regarded them as protective shields and regarded the Celestial Dragons as gods. Not to mention resisting, even thinking about it contained awe.

So,

"Terrible!"

Vlad waved his hand gently, and flames roared out. The tight iron door was instantly blasted open.

Under Vlad's deliberate control, the flames did not continue to burn and went out directly. The deep and dark passageway was immediately exposed in front of him.

Vlad stepped in and turned a few corners. One by one, small cages appeared in front of him.

He looked around. These slaves looked at him with numb eyes. No one asked him to let them out. They had lost the hope of life.

Originally, he did not want to save these people. After all, they were all people who had nothing to do with him. However, after getting close to them, his opinion would change. How should he put it? Seeing them live, he could not bear to see them die. This was probably what he meant. Seeing their miserable state, he could not ignore it.

"Oh, so many dead dogs!"

Vlad chuckled.

It was very awkward. No one answered.

He had just shouted quite happily, but now no one spoke. He had to say, was this alien version of the keyboard warrior?

"Do you want to be free?"

Vlad said softly.

"You will die if you go out,"

Someone replied, "It's better to die here."

"I want to be free. Take me away!"

Finally, someone shouted, "Take me away, take me away from this hell! Please, take me away!"

"I'm sorry, everyone!"

"I'm just one person after all. I can't take so many people away. All I can do is let you out."

"As for how you choose later, either you choose to risk your life or accept your fate, it is up to you!"

Vlad did not say anything more. He sighed in his heart. This was all he could do. The rest, let's leave it up to fate!

Vlad waved his hand. Flames snaked out like fire snakes. At this time, his extraordinary control and smelling finally showed. The iron doors, collars, handcuffs and shackles that hindered the freedom of the slaves were almost instantly burned to nothingness by the blazing flames.

Vlad turned and left. "The rest is up to you."

Silence. It was quiet. No one spoke. The breathing was clear and everyone knew that the first person to speak would decide everything. Many times, people only needed one sentence or an excuse to act.

"I want to run!"

The man who asked Vlad to save him stood up. He had become a slave not long ago. "I don't want to die here!"

"They will die even if they run. They are gods!" Someone said in a low voice.

"God?"

"They are also humans!"

"Even if I die, I hope to die on the path of resistance!"

The man walked out of the cell with steady steps.

The rest of the slaves looked at each other.

"Fu * k!"

A big man stood up, "Fu * k, if you can kill me, come and kill me! I want freedom!"

"Freedom?"

"F*ck, let's go all out!"

The chaos gradually arose, and the slaves stood up one by one, forming a riot.

The yearning for freedom could not be stopped no matter what. The will to pursue freedom was passed down for generations. This was an existence beyond life.

The chaotic night had just begun.