You can't do this!"
"Please, let these poor children go!"
"Didn't you say you would let us go?... You executioners, devils, you will be punished by heaven..."
boom!
With a gunshot, the nun who was deceived and fell into despair fell into a pool of blood.
"Hey, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah! If I didn't say that, why would you take the initiative to bring these brats to your door? That's really saving money." It caused us a lot of trouble! Hahaha..."
"I'm not afraid to tell you that the order we received is not to let anyone in this country be spared. Except for your king who ran away with the royal family like a bereaved dog, everyone who stays here, including the elderly and children, must die !"
A soldier next to him frowned immediately when he heard this, "Simon, you talk too much."
"What are you afraid of? Anyway, they will soon be a group of dead people, and dead people won't speak."
"Shoot, get rid of them all!"
Accompanied by the grinning soldiers, they raised their guns and sprayed fire snakes.
The last image in the eyes of the nun who fell to the ground was the children who were shot to death one after another.
Listening to the helpless wailing of the children, the nun shed two lines of tears full of remorse, and then fell into eternal darkness.
"sorry..."
Until the end of their lives, the nuns did not wait for the light of salvation full of compassion to descend on them poor people.
Some are just desperate.
.....
In September 1506 in the great sea circle calendar, Frevans was destroyed by neighboring countries in the war, and the "White Town" was burned down by a fire.
Throughout the process, no one from the world government or navy participated in the rescue.
At this time, the only known survivors were the original Frevans royal family who had contacted the world government early and gave up their own country, so they were able to escape.
However, vaguely, through the dark clouds, there seemed to be a faint ray of sunlight shining down through despair.
. . . . . . .
Although the "White Town" Frevans was destroyed, the aftermath work continued.
For example, the dead body that was not burned cleanly in that fire.
If it is not dealt with in time, the plague will become the first wave of vengeance for those 'white undead'.
So one by one the corpses were transported and gathered at the border of Frevans, only waiting for the fuel to be delivered here before they could be destroyed in a unified manner.
The mountain of corpses is like a scene of purgatory on earth!
Ordinary people would probably be frightened and have nightmares for three days in a row just by looking at it!
So even the soldiers who were responsible for transporting the corpses, most of them would not stay here, and would leave immediately after transporting the corpses, away from this unlucky place of death.
After all, what's the point of guarding a pile of corpses? Could it be that these corpses could stand up and run by themselves?
But amidst the silence, some corpses really moved strangely, very intrusive!
Boom...
call... call...
As the corpses above rolled down, a bloody, emaciated and thin figure finally managed to get out from below. At this time, he was breathing hard because he was almost suffocated just now.
Then, the smell of blood, the smell of corpses and some other indescribable terrible smells rushed into the nasal cavity.
"Ugh... ugh!"
He immediately vomited violently, especially when he saw the surrounding environment clearly, he vomited even more violently.
"So there really is **** after death, and it's so scary!"
"No, this is not hell...this is Frevans, my name is Gustavers...Abel!"
After Abel vomited until he could vomit no more, he finally merged the memories of his two lives.
In his previous life, he was a "self-made man," an "excellent young entrepreneur" who appeared to be driven.
At only 30 years old, with a little help from his in-laws, he easily achieved a few modest goals.
Then, eager to prove himself independent, he became so engrossed in his company that after a long, tiring day, a car accident occurred while driving late at night.
He awoke to find himself in this purgatory-like place.
And the body he inhabited was equally unfortunate.
Gustaves... Abel was his name, born in Frevans, an exceptionally beautiful and wealthy region in the North Sea.
He also came from a privileged background. His parents were renowned local businessmen with considerable wealth.
He had received an excellent education from a young age and possessed a cheerful and generous personality.
Moreover, he had inherited his parents' excellent genes, making him exceptionally handsome and popular.
Had he simply arrived in this world, inhabiting such a body would have been considered fortunate.
However, as more memories surfaced, a series of terms like "white town," "poor lead disease," "One Piece," "world government," and "Dragon Man" began to dawn on him, revealing the grim reality of the world he had entered.
And his current surroundings were as dire as he feared.
After all, he had read the infamous migrant worker comics like "Dead Fire Sea" during his childhood.
He had simply shifted his focus to his career and rarely revisited them, only checking for plot updates occasionally.
For example, Human Fruit, Phantom Beast, Nika Form... He recalled the controversy surrounding them.
"This is truly the worst possible time and place to experience a life-altering event."
Recalling these details, Abel couldn't help but smile wryly.
Living in Frevans, the so-called "white town," was not a blessing.
Almost everyone here suffered from the incurable disease of lead poisoning, and in his generation, they would face a slow, agonizing decline before succumbing to death in adulthood.