One Piece: God Killer

"Wait a minute, you bastard." The border general of Frevans stood up abruptly against the gravity of a smile, "What are you going to do to His Majesty?"

Profic ignored the refugee general and said to King Varudo: "Now it's time to see your performance."

King Varudo trembled, raised his head with great effort and asked, "Sir Profic, you will abide by the agreement and let me live, right?"

Profick nodded: "I always keep my word and will never kill you."

King Varudo gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and spilled the "truth" about the amber-lead disease in front of the two armies.

How did the royal family fabricate the investigation report and invite the experts from the "so-called" World Government. And deceive the people to mine amber. After the amber disease spread, how did they want to abandon the country and escape. And at the critical moment, how did Prufiq, one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea under the King of Yamakita, appear in time?

Finally, there was a mechanical, recollectionless confession and the announcement of the transfer of the throne of the king.

There was no anger or noise as expected, or even no sound at all. The power of truth was terrifyingly silent, and the armies of both countries and the refugees who were fleeing were all stunned where they were.

The painful torture of the illness, the tension of carrying out the mission, and even the wounds from bullets in the body are no longer important at this moment.

Everyone on this battlefield felt that the world must have gone crazy.

The refugees worked hard to flee this country, to escape the hell of disease, only to find out that this was all a conspiracy...

The army of Frefans was dedicated to protecting the border and the people, but in the end they were deceived by the king...

In order to protect the country, the army of Blalas shot at the potential source of infection. But suddenly someone told them that the disease they regarded as the god of death was not contagious at all...

In the end, it was the commander of the Frevans Kingdom's army who broke the terrible silence.

He asked tremblingly: "Your Majesty Varudo, are you telling the truth?"

"It's all true."

He no longer cared about his image in the eyes of the people. He had Profit's promise to be one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea. He didn't care what the untouchables thought. Obeying Profit's arrangement and saving his life was the most important thing for him.

In the end, King Varudo still felt deep down that superiors are always closer to superiors, and in his opinion, Profik was undoubtedly a "superior" like him. He even imagined the purpose of Profik doing all this - nothing more than wanting to occupy the throne and power of the Kingdom of Frefans, and even the interests of Perkin.

He didn't dare to compete with Profik, but he still felt that saving his life would not be a problem.

Profick was of course aware of Varudo's wishful thinking, but he didn't care at all, and didn't intend to explain anything to King Varudo. He was going to be dealt with anyway, so why bother saying more.

The impact of Varudo's brief answer on the captain was extremely great.

His original hope was completely shattered. Although Yixiao had already removed the extra pressure, he fell to his knees on the ground with a thud as if he was carrying a heavy weight, and burst into tears with his head in his hands.

Then, there were cries of pain, curses, and condemnation from the Frevans people, as well as the cries of celebration from the Blalas army.

Then, the blame naturally pointed to King Varudo. The people infected with the lead-per-per-skin disease originally thought that it was just bad luck or that the infectious disease was too fierce. But now, all the responsibilities have a source - King Varudo.

I wonder which refugees here have not lost loved ones, which one is not tortured by illness and is in agony?

"Has your conscience been eaten by a dog?"

"Valudo, you devil!"

"Valudo, you must pay the price!"

"kill him!"

"kill him!"

"kill him!"

Countless voices denouncing King Varudo gradually merged into a deafening wave.

Even Varudo shuddered. Facing the angry crowd brought him great pressure.

"Sir Profek," King Varudo asked cautiously, "Will you abide by the agreement between us?"

"Of course I will keep my promise..." Profique said loudly. This time he activated the power of the devil fruit to ensure that his voice could reach everyone in the noisy environment. "I have a promise with King Varudo that I will never take his life."

The crowd fell silent, but no one dared to speak.

After all, Profek is someone who can overwhelm everyone with his own strength.

On the contrary, the Kingdom of Blalas was more willing to speak out because they felt that it was none of their business.

"How despicable!" A soldier lowered his voice, "Guys like this deserve to be killed!"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"Hahahaha, you bunch of lowly people still want to harm me? Come on if you can, I have the protection of the Seven Warlords of the Sea now! I tell you, there is no cure for Percolation Disease, you will all die! But I, I, I can at least survive!"

The crowd's clamor had completely infuriated Wanludo. As a nobleman, he absolutely could not tolerate such provocation or even "humiliation".

Looking at the silent and angry crowd at this time, King Varudo felt relieved and laughed fearlessly.

But he started to cry as he laughed. Although he saved his life this time, his reputation and accumulated wealth were all destroyed. Moreover, it was still unknown what would happen next and whether he could go out to sea again.

Although he was unhappy, he didn't dare to complain to Profek. He could only pour out all his anger and grievances into his tears.

Therefore, for a moment, Varudo cried very sadly.

Listening to Varudo's almost insane roar, Profick couldn't bear it any longer. Such a fool, wasting air when alive, wasting land when dead, and wasting Berry when half-dead!

"I did say I would never kill you, but I never promised to guarantee your safety." Profek said coldly, "Now, I have let you go, it's their turn next."

As soon as he finished speaking, Profek loosened his hand and threw King Varudo into the angry crowd.

Of course, he was still very "trustworthy" and threw the ball with just the right amount of force to ensure that King Varudo would not be hurt at all from the fall.

"Become the king of this country and ask for forgiveness from your people!"

"Profek...you are untrustworthy!!"

Before Varudo could finish his words, he was drowned in the crowd.