I, Locks, the Black King of the Fusion Dragon Clan is back!

Chapter 182: The Manipulated Golem, the Puppet!

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“It’s up to you…”

“Kill all those guys in Roger’s Pirates!!!”

Locks’s icy words echoed on the battlefield of Malin Fando. Hearing this, the faces of Reilly and the others instantly turned like dead ash. Sure enough!!

Everything was exactly as they had guessed.

The purpose of Roger’s complete resurrection was to allow Roger to kill their former crew and companions with his own hands in a conscious state! What a cruel means of revenge!

If Roger really had to do so, it would be a painful torture tens of thousands of times more terrifying than death for Roger and for the old guys who had known Roger for many years!

And the degree of pain of this torture is not inferior to everything that Whitebeard has endured before! Thinking of this, the mood of Reilly and others instantly sank to the bottom. Subsequently, they also turned their attention to Roger.

I wanted to see how the other person would react after hearing these words from Locks.

Under the attention and gaze of everyone, Roger’s expression sank at a speed visible to the naked eye after listening to what Locks said. He stared at Locks with anger and puzzlement, and said in a deep voice, “Locks, what are you kidding?!” ”

“Let me kill my buddies with my own hands?”

“This kind of thing, even if I die, I can’t do it!”

Roger’s answer was very categorical.

Obviously, this One Piece, who has regained his own sanity, is also expressing his own determination and will at this moment. However, hearing Roger say this, Locks, who was sitting on the dark throne, only smiled slightly. The smile is full of playfulness and irony.

Then he whispered again, “No, you will.” ”

Locks’s voice was light and fluttering, but in his words there was a meaning that could not be rejected. It was as if a god who ruled over everything in the world was declaring his will. As Locks’s voice fell, Roger, who wanted to continue to refute it, suddenly moved his body without warning. Only to see him turn around somewhat stiffly, facing Reilly, Jabba and the others who were lying on the ground, and then slowly raise the long knife in his hand.

His movements looked very stiff, and his expression was very resistant, like a marionette controlled by countless invisible thin lines.

“What’s going on?!”

“How did my body move on its own?”

“There is absolutely no way to resist!”

“Locks, what the hell have you done to me???”

Roger watched his body move uncontrollably, and a look of disbelief and anxiety appeared on his face.

He struggled to resist, to break free from Locks’s control. However, he was powerless to find that no matter how much he struggled, he could never get rid of the current situation. He was like a puppet, completely controlled by Locks.

It can be said that at this moment, except for Roger’s consciousness or his own, the rest is not under his own control at all.

He could only watch himself step by step towards Reilly, Jabba and the others. He watched as his hands raised the long knife in his hand without heeding.

Then, slowly towards his friends in front of him… Swing down the knife and go!!!

“Don’t!!!”