bookbashuk Chapter 466: Signal Connected, Execution Formation in Place!
Chapter 466: Signal Connected, Execution Formation in Place!
Just as the five men were sharpening their knives, eager to tear Satan Saint apart with five horses!
It is 300 meters away from the deep pit.
Vegapunk sat there. In front of him was a makeshift control panel.
Vegapunk was sweating profusely as he urgently repaired the live broadcast signal worldwide!
I should have known better than to hastily cut off all the live stream signals!
Sweat dripped down Apple's forehead.
Ten fingers danced wildly. The tapping sound was like a torrential downpour.
My eyes are glued to three screens.
Global connectivity must be established.
Those monsters don't have much patience.
Nami rushed onto the platform, stepping on the pebbles.
He was panting heavily.
He tightly protected the three image Den Den Mushi with both hands.
Although the outer shell is damaged.
However, the core is still intact and usable.
"I found it."
Nami rushed to the control panel.
The Den Den Mushi was placed next to Vegapunk.
"These few are still usable, take a look."
The voice was strained.
Vegapunk grabbed the Den Den Mushi.
Use a screwdriver to pry open the back cover.
The data cable was roughly shoved in.
The Den Den Mushi cried out in pain.
"Good, the core isn't damaged."
Vegapunk didn't even look up.
The keyboard clattered loudly.
The screen managed to stay steady.
"Robin needs to place them at four different coordinate points along the edge of the pit."
"Leave it to me."
Robin stood at the edge of the platform.
The sea breeze ruffled his black hair.
Cross your arms.
The Flower Fruit activates.
Pink petals exploded out of thin air.
Slender arms are quickly achieved.
The relay race was carried out on the steep pit wall.
Three image electric maggots landed.
Robin fine-tunes the angle.
"Camera 1, camera 2, camera 3, camera 3, ready."
The electric cricket stared intently at the center of the pit bottom.
Bonnie crouched next to the control panel.
It was clinging desperately to the huge piece of meat with bones.
He bit down hard. The grease slid down his chin.
A vague and unclear urging.
"Old man, are you even capable of fixing this? If you can't fix it..."
Those guys will go crazy!
Don't rush me.
Vegapunk turned around abruptly.
His eyes were bloodshot.
"This is a signal connecting the entire world, do you think this is child's play?"
Bonnie was stunned.
Rolling my eyes. (￢_￢)
He lowered his head and started eating meat.
Vegapunk turned around.
Chest rises and falls.
Hold your hands above the keyboard.
Make sure you press the Enter key.
It crashed down heavily.
"Slap"
The console hissed. The platform vibrated.
The static on the screen disappeared instantly.
The screen flickers.
The view from the bottom of the pit was crystal clear.
High-definition footage. The horrific scene is laid bare.
Charred black rocks. Dark red blood.
Who are the other terrifying men?
"Success!"
Vegapunk launches.
Grab the spare electric swarmer.
Connected to a loudspeaker.
The electric cricket brought it close to its mouth.
His voice was so excited he was practically splitting his legs.
"Forced connection complete, ready to begin."
The sound exploded.
The air above the ruins was filled with murmurs.
The sound waves tore through the rock strata and crashed straight to the bottom of the pit.
At the bottom of the pit. The air was deathly still.
Chen Ye sat cross-legged on the broken rock.
A sound came. Eyes opened.
His eyes remained completely expressionless.
A chilling atmosphere gripped his throat.
Get up.
He looked down at his trouser leg.
Casually brush off the dust.
The movements were slow and gentle, yet the sense of oppression was overwhelming.
He turned his head. His gaze swept over the five people.
Roger holds the knife in one hand. The blade gleams.
His smile was arrogant.
Rocks crossed his arms.
A dark, domineering aura rolled beneath his feet.
His eyes were sinister.
Whitebeard, like a cloud, cuts and pounds the ground.
His chest heaved. The blade gleamed.
Long tugged at his dark green cloak.
Hands hanging down. Wind elemental energy leaps from fingertips.
Shanks rests his hand on the hilt of his sword.
The sword was drawn half an inch. His gaze sliced through the air.
Status confirmed.
The five men exuded murderous intent.
Weapons are bloodthirsty.
"start."
The pronunciation is extremely light.
The news reached the five people like a thunderclap.
Chen Ye turned around.
Towards the remains of Satan.
Satan was soaked in blood.
The spider's body was torn to pieces.
All five legs were severed at the base.
The three remaining legs twitched weakly.
His chest was deeply sunken. The fatal wound Luffy inflicted.
The black divine power surged wildly. It could not be healed.
Chen Ye stopped.
A commanding view from above.
These are the once supreme Five Elders.
Bend over.
A surge of gray-black chaotic power erupted from his palm.
Like a thick liquid.
The remains of Satan were tightly wrapped.
The force is exerted by the right hand.
They forcibly lifted the mangled body, which was covered in blood.
Black blood dripped down the carapace.
It crashed onto the rocks. The sound was nauseating.
The mangled body hangs in mid-air.
His eyes snapped open.
Blood vessels burst open. Pupils shrank to pinpoints.
Fear instantly overwhelmed reason.
Death looms overhead.
He opened his mouth. He wanted to scream.
They wanted to use their Celestial Dragon identity to threaten them.
He wanted to ask his master, Im, for help.
The vocal cords were shattered.
His lips trembled violently.
Only a hoarse, breathy sound escaped.
Despair erodes reason.
Chen Ye did not react.
His face was completely indifferent.
It's like carrying a bag of stinking garbage.
Turn around. Drag.
Heading towards the center of the pit.
A flat, massive rocky plateau.
The severed leg plowed bloody marks on the ground.
In the very center of the rock formation. Stop.
He released his right hand. The power of chaos dissipated.
"Bang"
The mangled body crashed heavily onto the rock face.
The sound of bones breaking was piercing.
Satan Saint convulsed violently. He became completely limp.
Chen Ye didn't look at him again.
He turned around and faced the five powerful figures.
Raise your right hand.
The index finger points directly to the top of the pit wall.
The electric insects that Robin had placed were flashing red lights wildly.
The camera kept its eyes glued to them.
Eye contact clearly conveys a message.
come.
Walk to the center of the stage.
Roger grinned. A low chuckle escaped his throat.
He drew his long sword. He strode forward.
Rocks snorted coldly.
The rocks beneath our feet crumbled. Keep up.
White beard plucked from the clouds.
Footsteps shattered the earth.
The dragon remained silent.
Taking steady steps, I approach the rock face.
Shanks' smile deepened.
Go last.
Her steps were light, yet the oppressive feeling threatened to crush her heart.
Five men approached the rock face.
The aura was overwhelming and ruthless.
Dark red, domineering lightning exploded.
The air seemed to emit a dying moan.
Chen Ye stopped behind him.
The five people tacitly dispersed.
With Satan as the center.
Arranged in a fan shape.
Formation in place.
Chenye Station is located towards the back of the center.
Arms crossed over his chest. His gaze was icy cold.
Roger is on the far left. His long sword is pointing diagonally at the ground.
Rocks stood beside him. Black energy clung tightly to his arms.
The white beard is slightly to the left of the center.
Its body resembles a headless mountain peak.
To the right of the dragon station. A fierce wind tore at the cloak.
Shanks is on the far right. One arm resting on his sword. His eyes are like knives.
Satan was imprisoned.
Like minced meat under the jaws of a pack of wolves.
Six figures crashed into the frame.
The composition is extremely violent.
The overlord of the old era. One of the Four Emperors of the new era. The leader of the revolutionary army.
There's also the unfathomable Chenye.
A living history.
The epic feel is overwhelming.
It crushed all will to resist.
Ruins platform.
Vegapunk slumped in front of the control panel.
My eyes are glued to the screen. The picture is perfect.
The four cameras are frantically capturing the details.
Satan Saint's despair. The killing intent of the six powerful figures.
Black blood on the rock face.
The composition is so perfect it's breathtaking.
My heart is pounding.
The button to change the world is about to be pressed.
The chest cavity was filled with air.
His eyes were resolute.
Raise your right hand.
Hover your index finger over the red forced broadcast button.
Without hesitation.
His fingers slammed down heavily.
"Click"
Press the button all the way down. Signal transmitted.
Forced pulses tear the sky apart.
Soaring into the sky.