harleyscars Chapter 611: Rocks and Whitebeard's Counterattack!
Chapter 611: Rocks and Whitebeard's Counterattack!
The violent tremors tore the earth apart.
On the other side of the ruined battlefield, the destruction has reached a new level.
Two kilometers from the Elbaf Royal Palace, half of a mountain several hundred meters high had been flattened. The cold wind swept across, carrying ash, and the massive rock layers crumbled one by one, with rubble tumbling down like cookies crushed by an invisible giant hand.
Whitebeard stood on the broken frozen ground.
His massive frame stood in the wind and snow, like an unyielding iron tower. His thick arms were muscular, and he held the Murakumogiri upside down in his palms, the broad blade gleaming with a blinding white light.
Three dark, afterimage-like figures lunged from the blind spot.
The elite of the Knights of God.
The three men were covered in thick Armament Haki, their long swords aimed at the white-bearded man's neck, heart, and lower back. The angles were tricky, the speed ruthless, and the killing intent as cold as ice picks.
The white-bearded man didn't even turn his head.
A cold snort exploded in mid-air, as deep and muffled as thunder rolling through the clouds.
He suddenly gripped the Murakumo-giri with both hands, his feet shattering the frozen earth and driving them firmly into the rock. His back muscles tensed, and power surged from his feet down his spine and into his arms.
The next moment, the long sword swept horizontally.
"Buzz—!"
There was no harsh, piercing sound.
There was only one dull, thud that could suffocate a heartbeat.
The power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit erupted with a deafening roar.
The air within a hundred meters ahead suddenly froze. The next instant, the entire space shattered like a mirror struck by a heavy hammer. Countless black cracks spread out in a fan shape, instantly engulfing the three attacking Divine Knights.
The shockwave swept over them.
The three knights didn't even have time to scream. Their proud Armament Haki was pitifully weak in the face of the shockwave; their steel armor instantly shattered into iron filings, and their flesh and bones were torn apart by the violent spatial force.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Three plumes of blood mist exploded one after another.
Minced meat mixed with steel debris fell from mid-air, splattering and crackling onto the scorched frozen ground.
one strike.
The dominance of the old era's overlords was laid bare before everyone's eyes.
Dozens of meters to the right of the white-bearded man, Rocks's maniacal laughter tore through the wind and snow.
"Hahaha! You lackeys of the Celestial Dragons think you can defy me?!"
Rocks' feet sank into the rock, his eyes flashing a ferocious red light. He pressed down hard with both hands, unleashing the full power of the Dark-Dark Fruit.
A jet-black mist erupted from his palm, and the instant it struck the ground, the frozen earth rapidly melted. The hard ground collapsed, transforming into a bottomless, dark swamp.
Black bubbles churned on the surface of the swamp.
The bubbles burst, releasing a putrid and deathly aura. The dark swamp spread wildly, like a ravenous ancient beast, clamping down on Garin's legs.
Garin was in an extremely sorry state.
The half-body armor was shattered by the earlier shockwave from the white-bearded man. The magnificent Celestial Dragon cloak was reduced to tattered rags. The longsword in his hand, a symbol of supreme power, was chipped and nicked. Blood streamed down his gray hair, obscuring his left eye.
The dark swamp unleashed a terrifying suction force.
The black mud crawled up his calves and wrapped around his knees like a living thing.
Garin tried to pull his legs away, but the more he struggled, the stronger the suction became. The high-level Armament Haki covering his legs was peeled away layer by layer, and darkness gnawed at his power, as if his very marrow was being drained.
But he did not back down.
There was no fear on that blood-stained face.
Instead, a morbid fanaticism shone in his eyes, like a kind of faith that had completely burned away reason.
He ignored the excruciating pain in his right leg as darkness engulfed it. Even with Lox so close, he paid no further attention.
He just stared intently ahead.
Staring at the air that was violently distorted by the collision of energy.
Garin Sei loosened his grip on the longsword.
The longsword plunged into the dark swamp and was swallowed up without a trace, without even a sound.
He bent his knees and knelt heavily into the life-devouring swamp. The pitch-black mud instantly submerged his thighs, climbing up to his waist.
Garin Sheng crossed his arms and pressed them tightly against his chest.
He slammed his blood-stained forehead against the black mud.
a bit.
Another one.
He was bowing in worship.
We offer our most sincere welcome to that great being who is about to arrive.
"Great Lord..."
A hoarse murmur squeezed out of his throat.
His body trembled violently with excitement, and even the pain of being swallowed by darkness became a sacrifice.
Without any warning.
There was no strong wind.
There was no thunder.
There was no build-up whatsoever.
A small, thin figure appeared out of thin air twenty meters in front of Whitebeard and Rocks.
Im.
She was standing there.
His feet hovered half a meter off the ground, a wide black robe covering his entire body. His pale face was expressionless, and his dark red eyes held no trace of human emotion.
She appeared too quietly.
Not even a slight breeze stirred.
The surrounding dust continued to fall along its original trajectory.
But within a fraction of a second of her appearance, Whitebeard and Rocks both stopped moving.
The two former overlords, standing atop the vast ocean, simultaneously activated their highest-level death alarms using their Observation Haki.
That was no ordinary danger.
That was a chilling dread that pierced the very depths of one's soul.
It felt like a million red-hot steel needles were piercing my brain at once. My heart was gripped by an invisible iron hand, emitting a muffled thud in my chest, as if it were about to burst under unbearable pressure.
The air was sucked out.
The roar of the battlefield faded away.
The wind and snow hung in mid-air.
Even the dark swamp churning beneath Lox's feet fell into deathly silence at this moment.
asphyxia.
Pure suffocation.
Large patches of cold sweat seeped from the white-bearded man's forehead, and the muscles in his arms, gripping Murakumogiri, twitched uncontrollably.
Rocks’s maniacal laughter caught in his throat.
The cruelty and arrogance in his eyes were shattered, leaving only uncontrollable horror. He was no longer the overlord who struck fear into the hearts of the sea, but rather an ant being watched by an ancient dragon.
This is a suppression akin to a reduction in dimensionality.
When mortals face a true deity, their bodies react with fear before their will.
The oppressive aura emanating from Im's thin and frail body was enough to crush the vitality of the entire island into dust.
She didn't say anything.
He didn't even look down at Garin, who was kneeling in the swamp.
She simply raised her pale right hand.
Five slender fingers are spread out in front of her.
Palm of your hand, aimed at the white beard.
Time was stretched out.
0.1 second.
A black energy ball condensed and took shape in Im's palm.
The size of a fist.
Yet it felt as heavy as if it had compressed the entire night.
That wasn't ordinary darkness; it was mass, energy, and the laws of destruction compressed to their limits. The moment it appeared, all the surrounding light was bent and forcibly sucked into the edge of the sphere.
Dark red arcs of electricity ricocheted wildly inside.
Each flash tore open a tiny black hole, like a pinhole. The black sphere hovered silently, devoid of temperature and sound, exuding only a chilling aura of destruction.
Whitebeard's pupils suddenly contracted.
Two needle-like points locked onto the black ball.
My heart pounded wildly in my chest, my blood surging through my veins like it was boiling. The instinct for survival overwhelmed all other thoughts, and the fighting instinct roared in my mind.
will die.
If we can't stop them, we'll definitely die.
Whitebeard bypassed all the probing.
They also abandoned any idea of conserving their energy.
He pushed the awakened power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit to a level that surpassed the limits of his physical body for the first time.
"boom--!"
A blinding, pure white aura of vibration erupted from his body, like a volcano bursting forth. The white light instantly covered his entire body, and the high-density vibrational energy transformed into burning white flames, tearing a rift in the solidified air.
The white-bearded man's arm muscles bulged exaggeratedly.
The veins bulged like dragons on the skin's surface. The blood vessels were under immense pressure, each one protruding as if it could burst at any moment.
He gripped the handle of the Murakumo knife tightly with both hands.
The thick knife handle was squeezed so hard it made a teeth-grinding sound.
On the broad blade of the Murakumo-giri, dense, tree-like awakening patterns suddenly lit up. Destructive white light burst forth from the patterns, and the high-frequency vibrations completely blurred the space around the blade.
The white-bearded man opened his mouth wide.
A roar echoed throughout the entire Elbaf battlefield.
That voice contained defiance, pride, and the fierce determination of a king from a bygone era who would never bow down.
He met the black energy ball in Im's palm with the strongest strike of his life.
"Shattering Void!"
A pure white beam of light shot out from the blade.
A beam of light, several meters thick, pierced through the wind and snow, cutting directly through the frozen ground in its path. The intense friction between the beam and the air generated deafening sonic booms that were powerful enough to shatter the eardrums of ordinary people.
White light illuminated the dim battlefield.
It also illuminated the blood-stained figure of the white-bearded man.
This strike, imbued with his burning resolve, slashed fiercely at Im, who was suspended in mid-air.