Redfield

"Ah!"

Suddenly, the Cyclops's screams echoed throughout the Infinite Hell, even faintly reaching the higher level of the Extreme Cold Hell. The mournful howl made everyone in the Infinite Hell shiver involuntarily.

The five people surrounding Shiryu couldn't help but look over. They saw the Cyclops being burned by dark green ghostly flames. Although there was no sign of damage to his clothes, he kept wailing, "Kill me, kill me..." This bizarre and terrifying scene almost made the five of them weak in the knees.

After a while, the Cyclops stopped howling. He had no injuries, but he was no longer alive. A peaceful smile remained on his lips, as if death was the best relief for him.

Gasps of shock echoed throughout Level 6. Cyclops's bounty was a staggering 650 million Beli, making him a formidable figure even in this Infinite Hell. It was only because of those few freaks that so many people were swayed by him.

If the Cyclops had been killed by the enemy in a fierce battle, they could have accepted it. But the key point is that the monster just glanced at the one-eyed Cyclops and killed him instantly. Even if they outnumbered him, they couldn't withstand such attrition.

The five people surrounding Shiryu looked miserable, feeling like they had really lost their minds. They weren't the weakest in this Infinite Hell; they could have escaped the prison by simply picking on someone weaker than themselves and killing them. Why did they have to be the first to stick their necks out?

However, they forgot one thing: in front of them was a bloodthirsty Great Sword Master. The consequence of being distracted was that the five of them were instantly decapitated, and their half-body remains collapsed with a crash.

Shiryu didn't care; he never remembered the names of those who died by his hand. He simply looked at Roy with burning eyes and said, "You're terrifyingly strong. I've always hoped to meet a man like you..."

The killing continues!

Although Roy said that anyone who hunts prey could become his subordinate, most of the pirates here are violent and bloodthirsty by nature. Once the restrictions are lifted, they can't stop and kill until the sky darkens and the sun and moon lose their light. Only when the entire Infinite Hell layer is turned into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood do their bloodlust gradually subside.

There weren't many people left. Apart from Avalo Pizarro, the Evil King Roy had initially designated, Catarina Devon, the Crescent Moon Hunter, and Byrnndi World, the World Destroyer, there were only ten scattered individuals remaining.

Although their numbers were small, they were undoubtedly all true powerhouses, and they acknowledged Roy's strength, voluntarily submitting to his command.

Roy did not leave, but turned and walked into the deeper darkness.

In a dark corner sat an old man with a sinister face, two long white braids tied on his head, and crimson eyebrows that added to his eerie appearance. He was none other than Patrick Redfield, a Redfield warrior who, in the Great Pirate Era, rivaled Roger, Whitebeard, Golden Lion, among others.

"Still unwilling to submit?" Roy asked as he approached Patrick.

"Kid, I admit you're strong, even stronger than me, but in this world, sometimes strength alone isn't enough to do everything you want." The Redfield opened her eyes and spoke calmly, as if undisturbed.

"Is that so? That's a real shame. I'm not the kind of person with much patience, and someone as dangerous as you, if we can't be friends, it's better if you go to another world sooner rather than later." Roy gripped the Seven Star Sword and said with great regret, "Another legend of this vast sea is about to be lost!"

With a swift stroke of the sword, the body was severed from its head, which spun around and disappeared into the distance.

"Heh, interesting. I almost fell for it." Roy's eyes gleamed as he examined Patrick's mangled body.

"Captain, are you saying... this guy has a way to come back to life?" Shiryu asked, frowning.

"No, the person killed by the Seven Star Sword is completely erased from the soul level. Even if he has some means of resurrection, he is definitely dead." Roy shook his head, sucked the remains of Patrick into his hand, and with a light exhale of his strength, instantly crushed the body into dust.

Roy withdrew his right hand without changing his expression. "As expected, such a weak body could not possibly be the physical strength that the Redfield should have."

"What?! We've been fooled by a fake for so long, meow!" the Evil King said, extremely displeased.

"But this fake is far too calm, actually facing life and death with such composure!" World said, somewhat incredulously.

"If I'm not mistaken, he should be a clone of Redfield, and he's also implanted with Redfield's memories. So, he's always believed that he is Redfield himself, and he's even too arrogant to submit to me. What a pathetic existence!" Roy shook his head and sighed.

"Cloning?" The group of pirates were somewhat bewildered. Killing people was one thing, but anything else was another. However, they also instinctively sensed that this kind of technology, which extended from the physical body to the soul, was absolutely terrifying.

Although Roy only described this body as "weak," that was in comparison to the Redfield he envisioned. If placed in the outside world, it would be a force to be reckoned with.

If this kind of body could be mass-produced, that would be quite terrifying!

"If it were a prison break, given the nature of such a great pirate, he would definitely be unable to resist publicizing it, causing the World Government to lose face," Shiryu analyzed. "Since it wasn't a prison break, there's only one possibility: he was recruited by the World Government."

"Recruit?"

"Captain, you need to understand that besides deterring those pirates, Impel Down has another crucial function: replenishing the combat power of CP0, the World Government's top secret intelligence agency. Otherwise, where do you think a bunch of Nezumi in the shadows would get so many powerful individuals?" Shiryu said disdainfully.

"Hehehe, I didn't expect that the legendary Redfield would be even worse than his own clone, actually going to be a dog for the Celestial Dragons. At least this fake had some backbone. What a legendary great pirate, what a disappointment!" Katarina mocked in a deliberately seductive manner.

"That's not quite right," Shiryu said. "Even the World Government wouldn't easily insult someone like Red Count, who is at the pinnacle of combat power on the high seas. Perhaps 'cooperation' would be a more appropriate description."

Roy knew perfectly well that the legendary Redfield was not afraid of death; what he feared was aging, resisting the weakness and powerlessness that came with it, and the despair of watching himself walk toward death.

Roy estimated that the World Government's offer was most likely to help him regain his youth and find his body with unlimited vitality. Perhaps, he might have already obtained the legendary fruit.

Zoan, Bat-Bat Fruit, Mythical Zoan, Vampire Form!