After putting away the two spoils of war.
Will slowly turned his head and looked meaningfully into the distance, at the two corners piled high with all kinds of building materials.
Only after several seconds did he slowly turn his gaze back to the slaves beside him.
After clearing out that group of attendants.
Will immediately thought of the nearby Marines who had been lucky enough to survive.
So, looking at the helpless slaves beside him.
Will strode over and ordered coldly:
"All of you, go kill every Marine who's still alive."
"If I see even one living Marine afterward, every single one of you here will die."
At those words.
The slaves all froze for a moment, but then, not daring to hesitate or show any discontent, they hurriedly got to their feet.
Then they charged together at the Marines, whose faces were filled with terror!
The Marine soldiers hurried to pick up the rifles they'd dropped on the ground.
But it was clearly too late.
Some soldiers, seeing this, couldn't help retreating in fright, instinctively shouting angrily:
"Damned slaves! What do you think you're doing? We're Marines..."
But before they could finish, the slaves who had rushed forward started punching and kicking them, silencing the Marines in an instant.
"I'm so sorry! I was forced to do this!"
"Quit talking! Hurry up and send them to meet the Celestial Dragons!"
"I don't want to die here! So I'll have to ask you to die instead!"
"Damned Marines! Just shut up and face your deaths!"
As the slaves beat them mercilessly, they shouted over one another.
So, while they seemed to have no choice, the slaves swallowed up the Marine soldiers, smiles tugging at their lips.
Watching the chaotic scene unfold before him, Will nodded in satisfaction.
Once the slaves had finished venting their anger.
One of them panted heavily and murmured with emotion:
"Just seeing a Celestial Dragon get beaten to death with my own eyes—and personally killing a few damned Marines too—would make me die satisfied..."
Quite a few of the slaves nearby nodded in agreement when they heard that.
Most of them also began to look numb again.
They all knew perfectly well that they weren't as strong as the Madman standing before them.
When the Marines came to settle the score in force, every slave present would probably meet their end.
So, killing a few Marines before they died meant they wouldn't have died in vain.
But hearing those words, Will furrowed his brows and said sternly:
"What good is it for you to die? I want the Celestial Dragons dead!"
The slaves all froze in place at his words.
Will paid them no mind and turned to look again at the remains on the ground nearby, his voice growing somewhat somber:
"This world is far too tolerant of these disgusting creatures."
As soon as he finished speaking.
He suddenly thought of something and turned to the slaves beside him. "Quick, find me a rope."
A few slaves snapped out of it at once, hurriedly turning and running to where the building materials were piled up. They came back with several ropes.
Will picked one of a suitable length and walked over to the dead Celestial Dragon.
He set the small treasure chest aside for the moment.
Then he looped the rope around the Celestial Dragon's exposed, bony neck.
With a flash, Will carried the corpse to a nearby streetlight.
Once he'd tied the other end of the rope securely to the streetlight.
Will returned to pick up the small treasure chest, then looked up at the Celestial Dragon hanging in midair and nodded with satisfaction:
"Perfect. Disgusting creatures like the Celestial Dragons belong hanging from streetlights."
The other slaves nearby also looked up when they heard this.
Watching the remains sway gently in the snow and wind.
They suddenly felt that Will was right. Celestial Dragons and streetlights really did go together.
Now that Will felt everything had been taken care of, he prepared to turn and leave.
But when he saw the slaves nearby still staring at the streetlight, he paused.
Then he suddenly spoke to them:
"I don't know how many of you are truly evil, or how many are innocent."
"But there's really only one fundamental reason you were sent to this bridge."
"You're too weak."
"And on these seas, weakness is a sin."
"Freedom and truth can only ever be built on your own strength!"
As he spoke, Will slowly took a book, already stained with blood, from inside his coat and tossed it down in front of the slaves:
"And this is what can help you grow stronger."
Then he turned and strode away, his voice gradually fading into the distance:
"If you don't want to die at the hands of Marines hunting you down, and you don't want to remain weak, pick up that book and train hard together."
"There are plenty of warships beneath the bridge. Once you seize them, there should be enough for all of you to leave."
"Go to the Grand Line. Staying in the East Blue will only lead to your deaths."
"I look forward to seeing how you change."
As his voice faded away.
Will's figure disappeared into the snowstorm.
The slaves standing there looked at one another, seeming unsure what to do.
But just then.
A Bald Man suddenly pushed his way out of the crowd.
The newcomer was Shet, the Bald Man who should have been in the Construction Area.
At some point, he'd quietly slipped over from the Construction Area.
And he'd blended in quite naturally among the slaves in the Consolidation Area.
So he'd not only seen Will's terrifying strength and his astonishing feat of killing a Celestial Dragon.
He'd even personally helped kill two Marines just now.
At that moment, a blazing fire had already kindled in Shet's eyes.
Seeing everyone still hesitating, he strode forward without a moment's hesitation and bent down to pick up the bloodstained book.
Then Shet held the book high and shouted with a stern expression:
"The book's in hand! Follow me!"
Another strong slave, already fired up, immediately raised a rifle he'd taken from a Marine and shouted in response:
"Kill the Marines! Seize the warships!"
Shet's eyes lit up at the sight, and he shouted again: "Let's follow our benefactor's lead! Together, we'll head for the Grand Line!"
"Yeah!!!"
Hearing those words, all the slaves were swept up in the excitement. They raised their arms and roared!
Then they quickly picked up the rifles nearby, along with some steel pipes and lumber to use as weapons.
And then, without looking back, they surged together toward the bridgehead.
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