stonecrandall Chapter 394: Cleaning Up the Remnants!
Chapter 394: Cleaning Up the Remnants!
Im held a spiraling longsword, the tip of which held Rocks and Roger on the ground.
Not moving at all.
The air on the entire battlefield turned into mercury—heavy, viscous, and suffocating.
This is not Conqueror's Haki.
Domineering aura is ferocious.
This thing is cold, indifferent, and represents the top of the food chain looking down on the bottom.
It is the way God looks at dust.
The battlefield was as if it were dead.
The vice admirals who were yelling just moments ago were now all mute, their mouths agape, unable to utter a single sound.
Kizaru's eyes behind his sunglasses lost their playfulness, replaced by a serious expression.
Fujitora's hand holding the sword trembled, and his blind eyes seemed to be seeing hell.
At the heart of the battlefield, three monsters from an old era stood side by side.
Roger broke the silence.
He hoisted the Supreme Grade Sword "Ace" onto his shoulder, tilted his head, and gazed through the thin veil.
"Hey, Newgate..."
Roger's voice was no longer playful; it was unusually serious.
He turned to look at his old rival beside him.
"That woman...you still remember her, right?"
Edward Newgate, the white-bearded man, slammed his Murakumogiri down heavily.
The rocks beneath their feet were shattered by the impact.
He narrowed his eagle-like golden eyes, fixing them on the figure in the air, his voice deep and cold.
"Ah... I can't forget it."
"She was there during that chaotic battle at God Valley decades ago."
"But... I remember she looked just like that back then."
The white-bearded man's tone was chilling.
"It's been decades."
"I've gone from a young man to an old man... how come she still looks like this?"
"Even that disgusting indifference in her eyes hasn't changed. Has time stood still for her?"
"Thief, hahaha!!"
Rocks took a step forward and burst into maniacal laughter.
His disheveled hair danced wildly without wind, and the boiling dark aura emanating from his body was almost dripping with oil.
"That's right! I remember it perfectly! I'd recognize that stench even if it turned to ashes!"
Rocks grinned, his smile both ferocious and insane.
"Back then, she had that arrogant, deadpan look on her face! She looked at everyone like they were trash!"
"This is infuriating!"
Rocks' domineering aura exploded without reservation.
Black and red lightning crackled all around him, blasting scorched craters into the ground.
He pointed at the woman in the sky and roared.
"Be careful! This woman's aura is off! She's even stronger than she was back in God Valley!"
"That stench of 'god' was so strong it made me want to vomit!"
On the other side of the battlefield.
Shanks, the red-haired man, placed his hand on the hilt of the sword "Griffin".
Because at this moment he was still recalling what happened in the Holy Land!
Since that inquiry, Shanks had been told about it once by his brother Shamrock!
But he still wanted to know!
Later, Shamrock told Shanks about a place!
A godforsaken place that even Celestial Dragons aren't allowed to enter.
"Remember, Shanks, there are some places even the Figarand family can't enter."
Shamrock's voice was low and stern.
But when he passed by that half-open stone door again, Shanks couldn't resist taking a peek.
Just one glance.
He saw more than just the woman flying in the air in front of him!
He also saw a figure from behind.
A silhouette of a figure wearing a retro robe, floating in front of a void throne.
The mere presence of that figure seemed to freeze the space around it, preventing even the light from getting close.
"Brother, who is that?"
He asked instinctively.
Shamlock's face instantly turned pale.
He covered Shanks' mouth with his hand, dragged him into a corner, and his eyes were filled with unprecedented fear.
"Shut up!"
"You'd better never know that adult's name!"
"That's a taboo in this world!"
"If you don't want to die, then keep it rotten inside you!"
Shanks exhaled a breath of stale air.
He said in a low voice.
"I never expected to meet one of them here today."
"That being who even the Five Elders kneel before... has truly arrived."
On the ruins not far away.
Monchi kept his eyes fixed on the woman in the sky.
In his mind, countless top-secret files of the revolutionary army were rapidly turning the pages.
Members of the Knights of God
No.
wrong.
The dragon's pupils contracted violently.
No matter how strong the Knights of God are, they don't have this sense of being above the rules.
She... is the rule itself.
Long pressed the communicator to his ear and roared at everyone, his voice cracking with anxiety.
"All personnel on maximum alert!"
"That woman isn't from the Knights of God!"
"She is the world government's trump card!"
"No attack! Everyone, retreat to the defensive line!"
The atmosphere on the battlefield has changed.
Roger, the Whitebeard, Rocks.
Three enemies who should have been fighting to the death now had their auras merged into one.
The golden color exudes a domineering aura.
A white vibration.
Darkness devours.
Three forces intertwined behind them, forming a barrier against the sky.
"Hmph, it seems we'll have to join forces this time, Roger."
The white-bearded man sneered, and Murakumo Kirito slightly raised his head.
"Ah, what can we do? A terrible monster just showed up."
Roger adjusted his straw hat, his eyes burning with anger.
Just then.
A chilling scene unfolded.
The Five Elders, who had been severely injured by Roger and his crew, have now completed their power enhancement.
The wounds on his body healed under the writhing of the black sludge, and he grew a harder shell and more ferocious limbs.
But these five monsters, at this moment, put away all their arrogance.
There was no communication.
It's like a servility etched into one's bones.
The Five Elders, dragging their enormous demonic bodies, respectfully and humbly retreated behind the woman.
Satan Saint's spider legs bent down, and his head drooped.
The wild boar of Vocuri retracted its tusks and lay prostrate on the ground.
Nassuro Sei's bone horse extinguished its flames and stood quietly.
The five loyal, vicious dogs obediently returned to their master's feet.
This scene is more powerful than any words.
It proclaimed the status of women.
She is a true "god" who transcends the Five Elders' Decree.
Im (Junzi), suspended in mid-air, lowered his head slightly.
Those two Rinnegan eyes swept over Roger and Rocks below.
There was no anger or murderous intent in her eyes, only indifference as she watched the runaway bacteria in the petri dish.
"Is the embers of the D clan still burning?"
A voice, indistinguishable between male and female and composed of countless overlapping tones, resounded directly in everyone's minds.
Not big.
Yet it shook his very soul.
Then, the spiraling longsword in Im's hand moved.
With a gentle flick of the wrist.
"Buzz—"
An invisible ripple cut through the air.
silent.
No breath.
It was so fast that it exceeded our perception.
Roger, Whitebeard, and Rocks came to their senses.
The earth before them had silently split open into a bottomless ravine.
A ravine runs across the entire island of Egherd, cutting the battlefield in two.
On one side are pirates and the Revolutionary Army.
On the other side is the World Government.
The view across the ravine became distorted and blurred, as if it were from another world.
Roger looked at the abyss less than an inch in front of his toes.
A strand of hair on her forehead broke off and fell to the ground.
His pupils contracted slightly.
If I had taken just half a step forward, it wouldn't have been my hair that broke.
"What is this?"
The smile on Lockes' face stiffened slightly.
"A warning? Or... death for those who cross the line?"
Im sheathed his longsword and resumed his aloof demeanor.
She didn't answer.
Silent protests are more terrifying than roars.
The tension on the battlefield has been pushed to its limit.
The air was thick with despair.
The weaker ones began foaming at the mouth and fainting.
Just then.
A flippant whistle.
Roger looked up at Im in the sky, and his fearless smile returned to his lips.
"Hey, you upstairs."
"Since they've drawn a line, doesn't that mean they're inviting us to cross it?"
"After all... what pirates love to do most is cross the line!"
The words fell.
A surge of golden-red Conqueror's Haki shot into the sky, tearing a gap in the oppressive darkness.
Followed by.
Rocks’s maniacal laughter.
The white beard vibrated.
Shanks' sword intent.
Dragon's Storm.
Five of the strongest forces in the world erupted simultaneously, rivaling Im's aura.
The nightmare of the old era has descended.
But the strongmen of this generation are not the inexperienced guys from God Valley back then.