The witch thought I am a Demon God-Chapter 533 - 312: Corrupt Law and Nutcracker_2

Governor Rolof let out a groan, "Why, Mr. Ivita?"

The Bikini People’s Kakector said, "From the battle just now, one can see that the minions of the Black Death have one characteristic. They must be completely eliminated in an instant; otherwise, it’s useless."

Ivita started chanting and a fiery Lord Crown Firebird flew out from his left eye, rushing towards the Black Death minion in the second phase that was in midair.

The Fire of Law blazed ardently, boiling the seawater and burning the sky.

Governor Rolof was puzzled, "That flame is...?"

A trace of a smile showed on Kakector’s face from the Bikini People, looking displeased, "It turns out to be the Fire of Law, Governor, this is the flame of Ambros’s law from the land. It’s normal if you don’t know. After all, you’ve always been out at sea."

Although Governor Rolof did not know what The Fire of Law was or the specific situation of Ambros, since it was the law’s flame, it must be powerful, given that it’s the law that governs a piece of land.

He laughed heartily, "So, that’s how it is." 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"Thank you, Mr. Ivita."

Ivita said, "I’m just testing the opponent, don’t get too excited, the minions of the Black Death in the second stage are not comparable to those in the first stage. The minions of the Black Death in the first stage can be dealt with by a second-tier knight being a bit more cautious. But the minions in the second-stage can create smaller subordinate monsters, possess higher intelligence and stronger power, and are not something a common person can deal with."

Governor Rolof: "What?! After we bombarded it with this power, it is still not dead?"

In mid-air, the minion of the Black Death stepped out of the flames. It had endured the bombing of the Fire of Law and the volcanic cannon and was still enduring the attack of the Spiral Lance from the ancient weapon of the Lebanese Traveling Gunman Corps, but it ultimately was not completely annihilated.

"This is...The Fire of Law? An old friend indeed, it caused us quite a few troubles back in the day."

"But now we’re here, we’re too powerful."

"The corruption of the pirate world is too powerful, it is simply a trough of spirituality, a convergence of all negative energies."

"Betrayal, greed, robbery, lust, murder..."

"Human beings, oh, will never disappoint us in terms of sins..."

"Here, I am more powerful than I was two hundred years ago, even the second stage is so terrifying here, it does not fear fourth-level professionals... does not fear your forces..."

...

On the wastelands of Cross Island, Knight Gastrot grabbed the doctor’s collar and said, "You say you can’t cure him?"

"Since you have been a ship doctor for Marco Anson, you must be very skilled in medical treatment, even you say you can’t heal my nephew?"

The old doctor wore a bitter face, "Marco Anson seldom gets injured. I embarked on the ship later in the timeline."

"At that time, there were very few people in the world that could hurt His Highness Marco Anson."

"I have no medical skill at all. It was those pirates who liked to boast while drinking, they always liked to say they knew some important people or other and involved me. I’m nothing, I can’t treat the boy you brought at all. But I can give you a suggestion. I think you should hand the child over to The Church."

Knight Gastrot abruptly let go of his collar, looking downcast, "I’m sorry, I was just out of my mind and behaved rudely."

The old doctor gave a bitter smile, "I understand, after all, you risked offending the Great Governor of Central Harbour to see me. Now I have disappointed you, you can’t accept your previous sacrifices for a while. But young man, there’s no such thing as perfection in this world, and you should know that you can’t save everyone. You know what to do with those harboring the source of the plague."

"You must make a choice between one person and thousands of people."

"To keep the boy you brought alive is equivalent to disregarding the lives of everyone."

Knight Gastrot was firm, "Doctor, you are wrong. I will save both one person and everyone. It depends on people’s actions, I don’t believe that anything is impossible."

The old doctor glanced at him, heaved a sigh, "I know I can’t persuade you, another Marco Anson I see. Someone like Marco Anson can never be persuaded by other people, he only acts according to his own will. Then you go..."

The boy who had been sitting on the simple wooden stool propped up by wood on the wasteland suddenly lifted his head, opened his eyes whereas a shadow of a rat ran across his eyes, and his pupil and sclera all turned black.

Rat features appeared on his face, and he even grew a rat’s whiskers.

"I fear not your forces, Nutcracker... After a millennium, you will finally not be able to stop us rats this time."

"We rats, born from corruption, will fill the entire world with death, and countries will inevitably collapse. Laws will be polluted by us! Even if it’s the universal law in front of me, so what?!"

"The King of Black Death hereby proclaims that the day of our descent is not far off, it’s coming soon~"

Knight Gastrot asked the old doctor, "What’s wrong with him?"

Doctor Philip said, "It’s the source of the plague parasitizing in his body speaking. Legend has it that the King of Dolls, Nutcracker, born from decaying wood, is a natural nemesis of the plague, who once eliminated all plagues two hundred years ago, it seems this legend is true."