Plop!

After fleeing in embarrassment, Mengka smashed the thin wooden fence and fell into the dirt. Only then did he wake up a little and looked up at his surroundings.

"here it is……!"

The dark land reflected the gleam in the moonlight, and the white tombstone stood quietly in front of me.

The guard cabin was dark, and the little old man who always sat under the dim light and read the newspaper didn't know where he had gone.

Here is the Shieldstown Cemetery.

Gulu...!

The eerie cemetery was mysterious and silent, and the land belonging to the dead reminded Mengka of the pursuers behind him. He swallowed and stood up with his hands on the soil.

Looking at the guard's hut, something seemed to be watching him in the dark room. Forcibly suppressing the urge to investigate, Mengka wiped the sweat and dirt on his clothes and tightened his grip on the ax handle.

"It should be safe here...right?"

At this time, Mengka had already figured out that it must be the effect of some kind of devil fruit. Otherwise, there are really undead ghosts at work, and as a navy, they would not have encountered it before.

Only the "Devil Fruit Illustrated Book", which is updated every year, can prove that there are still many unknown devil fruits in this world.

The appearance of the undead is incredible, but the form of existence is not beyond the scope of understanding.

Not to mention anything else, the myths in the minds of almost all the navy, the three generals of the navy, the natural devil fruit they hold, the reason why physical attacks are ineffective, they are many times weirder than the undead.

and……

"Now that Lieutenant Colonel Alva has appeared there, this cemetery is already full of empty graves."

Mengka found a grave of a soldier buried after the last tragedy, and split the tombstone with a powerful axe.

Click!

Three times, five times and two times, the soil covering the coffin was removed. Looking at the dark wooden coffin, Mengka took a deep breath and kicked it up.

Poof!

The rancid smell came out immediately, making it nauseating.

Looking at the half-rotted corpse inside, with a vague appearance of his pre-birth appearance, Mengka's face suddenly turned pale.

The crawling insects and ants make the expression of the corpse come alive, as if to say, are you surprised or surprised?

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

At this time, dull crashing sounds came intensively, and before he had time to think about it, Mengka tightened his grip on the ax and turned around.

"why you?!"

He had a vague impression that the visitor was one of the soldiers who had just helped him resist the enemy's attack.

At this moment, the other party stood in front of the broken fence of the cemetery, tilting his head and motionless. The moonlight shone from behind, casting long shadows on the ground.

Mengka breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it was a "familiar" person.

"Are you the only one who escaped? That's all."

Sitting next to the grave, Mengka wielded an axe: "Don't be silent, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. It is human nature to be afraid when facing those monsters. This does not mean abandoning our comrades. Only by living can we avenge them."

"You and I will go around the branch from the back mountain later, find a small boat and go out to sea to hide for a while. As long as we contact other branches, we will be safe. Then..."

He raised his head and looked at the other party: "You are still a private, right?"

"I used to be a private. My merits in arresting Crowe were not enough to promote me to colonel. However, considering that the 153rd branch suffered serious losses, I was promoted unexpectedly... This is an unspoken rule within the navy."

As long as someone survives, the position vacated by the deceased will be chosen first among the survivors.

Perhaps the navy had good intentions at the beginning, to let those who came after us remember that the peace we have today was earned by the pioneers who fought bravely despite hardships.

But today, this has become a shortcut for those who are greedy for wealth and wealth to eat steamed buns with human blood.

"Perhaps you can also make a major out of it."

From private to major, you have to go through eight levels: first class, corps commander, sergeant, commander, warrant officer, second lieutenant, lieutenant, and captain. It can be said that you can reach the sky in one step!

Mengka didn't believe that the other party was not moved.

However, the man remained silent, his eyes fixed on Mengka, without saying a word.

Combined with the silent tombstones surrounding it, the atmosphere is heart-stopping.

"enough!"

Mengka frowned.

Seeing that the other party was trying his best to protect himself and was still loyal, he said so much. Do you really think he likes to leave hidden dangers?

As long as you dare to say the word "no"...

The ax handle turned, and the cold blade glowed coldly under the moon halo.

"Why?"

Suddenly, the other party uttered a question as thin as a mosquito's whisper.

"Um?"

Mengka was stunned for a moment.

"Why?"

The sound gradually became louder, making Mengka feel that something was wrong.

"Why?!!!!"

The third sound turned into a piercing scream, and the core of his soul exploded. The "impurities" representing doubts, the waxy filth, surged throughout his body, killing him... no, it!

Completely wrapped!

This is hatred visible to the naked eye!

How strong my nostalgia for life was before, how strong my hatred for Mengka was now.

It roared "Why, why". In fact, even it itself didn't know what these syllables meant.

Seeing it running towards him on all fours and hanging down, with the brain gap visible on the back of its head, Mengka's scalp instantly went numb.

no doubt.

This is also an undead soul!

Thinking of what I just said to a corpse...

shame?

No, all he had left was fear.

"Go away!!"

There was a sudden explosion, and the ax cut through the air and struck down hard.

Under the dual persecution of fear and death, Mengka felt that his "axe skills" had taken a step further, and he felt a sense of endless power without any object.

But his opponent soon helped him prove that this was an illusion.

Crack!

This powerful and heavy ax hit the opponent's back hard, easily tearing the flesh and blood, but it made a crisp sound in front of the bones.

Lovett helped him integrate the power of hatred into his bones and helped him become a Buddha.

Unaware that there was someone behind all this, Mengka didn't cut off his opponent with one axe, so Mengka knew something was wrong.

As a standard short weapon, when an ax can hit the opponent's back, the distance is already quite close.

Click!

Opening its mouth wide, the vengeful zombie bit hard on Mengka's waist, raised its head and tore off large chunks of flesh and blood.

Teeth are also bones, and even the spine has become so hard. There is no reason why teeth should be so fragile.

Mengka's eyes were red from the severe pain. He grabbed the opponent's shoulder and threw him away.

Plop!

The wraith zombie hit the tombstone, and its head made a heart-wrenching sound. But the next second it immediately got up again and pounced on it again.

It is an undead spirit, and undead spirits do not need to feel pain.

The body doesn't give a warning, the brain doesn't need to keep the body from collapsing, and it won't stop attacking until every bone is destroyed.

With hatred, bite and kill!

"Don't... don't come over!"

Mengka screamed in fright, and his kidneys were almost bitten through. The kind of food fear that humans have only experienced in beasts of prey.

But today, it’s one more thing.

Under the moonlight, a man and an animal danced gracefully, with flying blood threads as their strings, and different roars as their accompaniment. In this empty and silent cemetery, they played a requiem called "Revenge" together.

"Very interesting, isn't it?"
To be continued...