days in the world of pirates

I don’t know when it will start.

The bright moon was shrouded in a hazy veil of clouds, and the moonlight began to become hazy, making it difficult to see clearly.

Fortunately, it's just nightfall now.

The surrounding snow allows the reflected light to prevent vision problems.

Mawson was too lazy to talk nonsense to these pirates.

He had no time to look at the ferocious expressions of these people. Although it was not the wind and the moon were dark, in Mo Sen's opinion, it was also a rare good time to kill people.

If you have a burning desire to kill, kill someone!

Didn’t you see that even the moonlight was hiding curiously behind the misty dark clouds, secretly peeking its head to pay attention to this place?

Mo Sen held the old demon [Yao Gui] on his back in his hand. A faint groan came from the blade, and the old demon also felt Mo Sen's suppressed anger and murderous intent.

Like a stream of light flashing from the purple-black not-so-gorgeous chaotic-edged sword pattern, Mosen dodged and disappeared from the sight of the pirates.

Only the captain and deputy captain of the entire pirate group can sense Mawson's actions.

"careful!"

The two people exclaimed at the same time.

However, it was already too late. Mawson's movements were so fast that ordinary pirates could not react.

A bright sword light reflected the appearance of several pale-faced and frightened pirates.

"One...five...ten. It turns out that you are also afraid. Letting you die so neatly is really an advantage for you."

Mawson's speed was so fast that the pirate was killed in one blow without even realizing it.

In just the blink of an eye, ten people collapsed to the ground.

All of them had their throats and spines pierced.

"Quickly dodge and spread out the attacks!"

"Mo Sen, what's the point of bullying the crew? Come and fight me."

Luo Er took a long knife from somewhere and chased Moson's figure, shouting loudly.

However,

Mawson ignored it.

"eleven."

"eighteen."

"twenty five."

Every time Mawson counted, a pirate lost his life, while ordinary pirates didn't even touch the corner of his clothes.

His voice was like a demon from hell.

It's also like the god of death from the underworld.

Every time a number is shouted, a life will inevitably wither away cruelly.

Killing one person in ten steps is no longer enough to describe his current killings. Every time he steps forward, at least a few people die in front of him.

The pirates who surrounded him, no, to be precise, the pirates who passively surrounded him were frightened when they saw Mo Sen, who was so spotless and dressed in white as snow.

Various horrific scenes before death and terrifying killing efficiency stimulated the pirates' nerves.

This is an existence that they cannot resist at all, and they don't even have a chance to fight back.

"Mo Sen, you are a coward. You only dare to kill the weak. What is your ability? Come and fight with me if you have the guts, you are a coward."

Luo Er was also frightened by Mawson's ruthlessness. If he allowed Mawson to continue killing, these pirates would flee even if they were affected by his ability.

"Aren't you the monster rear admiral known as the Navy? You come to duel with me. You don't even dare to fight with me. You are just using your name in vain."

"Everyone spread out and wait for me to come..."

Luo Eryu mocked from behind.

However, Mo Sen's cold and unwavering voice continued to count.

"Twenty-eight."

"Thirty-two."

"thirty-seven."

…

When Mawson counted to 45, the pirates finally collapsed.

"Devil, you are the devil, don't come near me, you devil."

"Don't kill me, I don't want to die..."

"Run away quickly, this is not a human being, he is a demon."

"I don't want to die. I'm not famous yet...you can't kill me."

Most of the pirates fled in all directions, and many ran directly towards the ship not far away, hoping to sail directly to the sea.

Some people were so frightened that they lost their minds and jumped into the freezing cold water.

These pirates will not understand what a wrong choice it is to leave your back to the enemy on the battlefield.

They didn't even have a chance to understand.

Several pirates jumped into the sea, and Mo Sen slashed out a few sword energy to free them.

After all, freezing to death in the sea is not as comfortable as a knife.

I guess so.

The pirates who ran towards the pirate ship with their backs exposed would not understand that their speed seemed to Mawson to be crawling slowly like a snail.

Therefore, a bloody hole appeared on these people's necks from back to front.

Fall down on this short beach.

The gunman standing on the boat finally came into use at this time.

Mawson's killing was so fast that by the time the gunmen could react, most of the people were already dead.

The firelight looked particularly bright in the night.

But these ordinary bullets will have no effect on Mawson.

Not to mention his knowledge, abilities and physical skills, these unarmed bullets become useless.

He slashed in the air, and the half-moon-shaped sword, which was faster than bullets, made a sharp whistling sound and instantly killed several gunmen who showed their figures.

"Sixty-eight."

"Sixty-nine."

…

"eighty two."

"Eighty-six."

Mawson finally put away the knife. He held the knife in his right hand, and the tip of the knife pointed restlessly at the ground.

Drops of blood slid down the blade, and the original purple-black blade became even more mysterious. After the blood drops fell, there was still no trace of blood on the entire blade.

In addition to being brighter.

Mawson turned his head and looked at the surviving captain and deputy captain. As if he had done a trivial thing, he said slowly: "I just counted, and there doesn't seem to be the hundred people you said, so you are lying."

I."

In conjunction with what Mawson did just now, and the corpses all over the ground.

Under the hazy moonlight, Mawson's fair face seemed to have a halo flowing around it, which looked extremely terrifying in the eyes of Lore and his one-eyed vice-captain.

Is this how you just counted people?

Luo Er wanted to speak and swallowed, but found that his throat was a little dry and he couldn't speak.

His face was distorted, and finally a voice that was hoarse and resentful or mixed with fear came out.

"You killed all the crew members who had followed me for many years. My dreams, my ambitions, everything I had were destroyed by you."

The resentment in that voice was almost substantial, and would make any ordinary person fall into a nightmare when they heard it.

Moson's expression remained unchanged. He looked at Luo Er calmly and said, "Oh, really? Then what?"

"I want you to die! No, I want you to live in torture and pain forever!"

The former captain of the Gentlemen Pirates, a shabby little aristocrat dressed like an aristocrat, has completely thrown away his hypocritical exterior, revealing his devil-like inner self.

"You just said you had a hundred people on board, but I counted and proved that you lied to me.

So, it’s better not to talk big words.

Let me send you to reunite with your subordinates. The most important thing is that the group is neat and tidy.

Don't keep them waiting down there for too long!"