bookbashuk Chapter 215 The massive naval fortress has become a true "three-no product"?!
Chapter 215 The massive naval fortress has become a true "three-no product"?!
Chapter 215 The massive naval fortress has become a true "three-no product" (no production date, no manufacturer, no quality certificate)?!
Although he had just beaten Zefa to a pulp, leaving him in a state of near death, the pent-up rage in Lox's chest did not diminish in the slightest because of Zefa's fall.
Every time he closed his eyes, images of his wife's blood-soaked dress on the God Valley altar and young Teach's desperate roar before the pack of Celestial Dragons and their wild dogs would flash through his mind. That shame, rooted deep in his blood, had to be washed away with more blood and more complete destruction!
"This place is still too much of an eyesore."
Rocks slowly raised his hands, and in that instant, the light in the entire sea seemed to be forcibly stripped away by his hands once again.
The Blood Moon Fortress, already ravaged, seemed to sense the approach of the apocalypse. The remaining tens of thousands of naval soldiers looked up in terror at the black sun in the sky. Some dropped their weapons and knelt on the ground, praying frantically, while others had their gallbladders shattered by the terrifying pressure.
"Dark Cavern - The End of the Dark Realm!"
With a low shout, Lockes pressed his palms down sharply.
Rumble—!!!
Boundless dark matter gushed forth from his palm like a black torrent bursting its banks, carrying an all-consuming greed that instantly covered the entire fortress island.
Those sturdy bunkers, thick city walls, and expensive gun emplacements, upon contact with this dark substance, couldn't even put up a second of resistance. They emitted a piercing metallic twisting sound, and then, like beans being rolled into a millstone, they all collapsed and crumbled towards the center.
The screams reached their peak at that moment, then abruptly fell into deathly silence.
Tens of thousands of elite naval personnel stationed there were pulled by that absolute gravity and had no chance to escape. They were crushed into a huge, black spherical ball of rubble along with the entire fortress.
"Not enough—far from enough!"
A sickly red light flickered in Lox's eyes, and his entire body transformed into a dark purple bolt of lightning, flashing wildly in the air.
Every time he appeared in a location, it was a powerful punch or kick capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks.
"Gods Fall, All Desolation Annihilated!"
Dark purple shockwaves, hundreds of meters wide, crisscrossed wildly across the sea.
Those military facilities that originally stood on the cliffs on both sides were completely reduced to ashes by Lockes' almost cathartic destruction.
The precipitous cliffs were flattened, and the once calm sea was blasted into permanent sea vents. The roar lasted for a full half hour.
As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated and the raging thunder subsided, what appeared before the world was no longer the Blood Moon Fortress, once hailed as the "strongest fortress in the navy." All that remained was a charred, sulfurous pile of ruins.
The military stronghold that once housed tens of thousands of elite naval troops has now become a complete and lifeless junkyard. Countless fragments of the cloak of justice float on the sea, but not a single intact corpse can be found.
This is Rocks' revenge, the revenge of the new world's overlord!
Since you call yourselves the guardians of God, then I will utterly crush your faith, along with this very earth!
"Pass down the order: the entire fleet, cross the ruins, and advance at full speed into the first half of the Grand Line!"
Rocks landed back on the bow of the Sword of Gybeck, his deep yet menacing voice echoing above every pirate ship.
"The Valley of the Gods—it's not far now."
"Ooooooo!!!"
Tens of thousands of pirates roared deafeningly, their faces filled with madness and fanaticism as they stared at the ruins of the fortress that had disappeared into the sea.
In their eyes, Rocks was a god, a demon god who could lead them to tear apart the old world order!
The massive fleet, like a pack of bloodthirsty sharks, swept across that once forbidden zone, the sound of them cutting through the waves seeming like the death knell of the old order of this era.
Rocks stood at the bow of the ship, still tightly gripping the heavy sword "Calamity," which was not fully sheathed.
The sea breeze tousled his black hair, but it couldn't dispel the raging fire in his eyes that seemed to want to burn the heavens to ashes.
In his eyes, the tens of thousands of people at Blood Moon Fortress were merely an appetizer on the journey. The real slaughter must begin before Figarando Garin, before those high and mighty Celestial Dragons!
The fleet has gone very far.
As Lox departed, the dark red clouds gradually drifted westward, leaving the sea devoid of life except for floating rotten logs and scattered firelight.
It wasn't until two hours later.
Gollum~
Gollum~
A tiny bubble suddenly appeared on the once still sea surface.
wow~
With a soft thud, a charred, broken piece of wood that had originally belonged to the fortress's support pillar swayed slightly.
Then, a purplish-black hand, covered in terrifying cracks, weakly clung to the broken wood.
That's Zephyr!
He actually survived!
In that devastating attack, relying on his last shred of devotion to justice, he forcibly covered his back with the remaining bit of domineering aura the instant the earth completely collapsed, and was forcibly swept to the open sea by the force of the seawater rushing in through the gaps between the rubble.
But now, he can no longer be called a human being.
His signature purple hair had been stained dark brown with blood and seawater. His once fearsome "black arms," which made pirates tremble with terror, now hung limply, the finger bones shattered, revealing the stark white bones beneath.
His consciousness was completely blurred, and his eyes could not even focus. He just instinctively clung to the rotten log and drifted with the current in the cold seawater.
Zefa struggled to lift his head, wanting to take one last look at the fortress he had guarded his entire life.
But all he saw was emptiness.
There was no fortress, no soldiers, no flags!
In this sea area, the Blood Moon Fortress, which once housed three lieutenant generals, 50,000 elite naval troops, and countless heavy artillery pieces, is now just a pile of dark reefs that are faintly visible in the sea.
The entire massive naval fortress had become a true "three-no product" at this moment. Zephyr was filled with unbearable grief and indignation. The despair that rose from the depths of his soul was more suffocating than the physical pain.
"Justice—cough—"
Zefa opened his mouth, wanting to shout out a slogan he once firmly believed in, but could only vomit a mouthful of dark red blood clots.
His vision gradually darkened, and he could feel his heartbeat slowing down, his life force slowly draining away from his broken, bellows-like lungs.
Just a second before his consciousness was about to completely sink into the eternal night, he vaguely saw that in the far west, red clouds rolled and thunder roared.
That was the direction Rocks went, and also the direction in which the world was about to undergo the most devastating transformation.
"Sengoku—Garp—Fleet Admiral Kong, it's all up to you now—"
Zefa closed his eyes helplessly. He floated in the sea like a lonely little boat, unable to move an inch.
Thus, the battle at Blood Moon Fortress, which shook the forefront of the entire New World, finally came to a complete end in a manner that was almost tragic and desperate.
The Navy's dignity was trampled into the mire by Rocks, and the renowned rising star of the Navy, the embodiment of justice "Black Arm" Zephyr, became the most desolate medal on this demon god expedition.
As for whether Zefa can save his life, that depends on his own fate.
However, this is just the beginning.
The moment Rocks' fleet crossed the ruins and headed towards the first half of the Grand Line, the entire world's格局 (geju, a term referring to the overall situation or structure) had irreversibly slid towards the brink of destruction.
As the Blood Moon Fortress, bearing the glory of justice, was completely erased from the map, the climate of the entire Grand Line seemed to sense the resurgence of some forbidden power, and subsequently fell into a state of permanent collapse and chaos.
The sky, which was once a clear, deep blue and was sung about by countless navigators, was now covered by a thick layer of dark red clouds that looked as if they were flowing with viscous blood. The clouds hung extremely low, as if they wanted to crush all living things in the world into the soil.
Wherever Rocks' fleet sailed, the suppressed, metallic rumble of thunder followed, each clap sounding like an ancient demon madly pounding against the gates of the world.
The Rocks Pirates' massive fleet, like a group of bloodthirsty sharks that had caught the scent of carrion and gone mad, with a frenzy capable of overturning the ocean, completely crossed the ruins of the broken fortress. They forced their way into the first half of the Grand Line at a near-self-destructive, insane speed.
This sea route was once regarded by countless hopeful pirates as a golden stairway to their dreams, but now, under the shadow of Rocks' will, it is more like a red carpet laid out with warm corpses, specifically to bury an era.
Along the way, every living thing that appeared on the sea surface met only one fate: destruction.
Because Lockes was in a state of near-morbid rage, his mind was filled with images of his family being humiliated, his wife and children bleeding, and even the possibility that Peony might be defiled by that beast Garin.
The interplay of these horrific scenes caused Lockes's rage, enough to incinerate the oceans, to completely rob him of any semblance of reason or restraint. Almost no one at the front of the fleet needed to intervene; even the four senior officers consciously retreated to the flanks, for they could sense that Lockes was now a primordial black hole ready to ignite at any moment.
Whenever a naval patrol ship appears on the distant horizon, or when a newly formed pirate crew, self-proclaimed as extraordinary and eager to make a name for themselves amidst this turbulent era, does so, that moment marks the end of their countdown to death.
Often, before the lookouts on those ships could even make out the skull on the black flag, Lox's imposing, godlike figure would instantly appear above them, stepping through the air. He didn't use any flashy swordsmanship, nor did he employ any complex schemes that required building up momentum; he didn't even bother to draw the heavy sword at his waist.
He simply stood 10,000 meters in the air, stretched out his right hand, and pressed it down into the void towards the tiny and helpless creatures below.
"Buzz—!"
In that instant, the sea surface within a radius of several thousand meters would collapse without warning, forming a terrifying deep-sea whirlpool, as if a huge hole had been carved out of the ocean itself. Ships that were originally speeding along would be caught in that irresistible force...
Faced with the all-consuming force of gravity, it is as fragile as a paper boat in the hands of a three-year-old child.
Amidst the heart-wrenching sound of steel plates twisting and turning, those sturdy ironclad ships would be kneaded into meaningless lumps of scrap metal by an invisible force. The soldiers inside the cabins wouldn't even be able to scream before being squeezed into a pulp by the extreme pressure. Blood would gush out from the broken cracks, only to be instantly sucked into the darkness by gravity.
Immediately afterwards, the layers of dark purple lightning surrounding Lox, almost tangible, would erupt in full force. The black and red lightning would transform into giant dragons, roaring as they crashed down upon the remaining fragments. The entire sea area would be left with nothing but the white steam rising from the intense heat, and the charred, broken wreckage floating in the churning water.
The naval branches along the way were in even worse condition, having been completely turned into a living hell.
The commodores responsible for guarding the first half of the route had initially attempted to organize a respectable defensive formation. However, when they looked through their binoculars at the endless, sky-covering black fleet of ships, and the man at the bow whose mere presence distorted the surrounding space, all their fighting spirit crumbled instantly.
Desperate, they sent telegram after telegram pleading for help, the radio waves crackling in the chaotic magnetic field: "Help! This is Branch 72! Rocks—Rocks himself has intervened! The defenses have collapsed, requesting evacuation! Requesting—"
"Headquarters, Headquarters, calling Headquarters—Naval Branch 16 is calling Headquarters. The Rocks Pirates are attacking our branch. Requesting backup, requesting backup—"
Numerous distress calls were sent out toward Marineford.
However, such cries for help often come to an abrupt end the next second. This is because Rocks' destructive Conqueror's Haki arrives before his fleet, and the fortified stone fortresses of those branches crumble like sand under the shock of the Haki. The soldiers stationed inside die in droves from heart failure due to the crushing mental pressure.
"This cannot be human power—this is divine punishment! This is the end of the world!" A few days later, a person adrift at sea—
The naval lieutenant commander, who had survived after floating for several days, was rescued by a passing merchant ship. He stammered with lifeless eyes, having been completely driven mad by the despairing scene he had witnessed.
On Rocks' flagship, the Sword of Gybeck, the atmosphere grew increasingly heavy and suffocating amidst the countless killings. Rocks' bloodshot, dark red eyes remained fixed on the western horizon.
At that moment, he could even smell the nauseating aroma of corrupt divine authority wafting through the air—the scent of the Valley of the Gods. There, on the altar, the last warmth of his life was being wantonly trampled upon by those arrogant Celestial Dragons.
"Almost there—faster!"
Lox's fingers gripped the ship's hull tightly, crushing the sturdy wood into powder. With each nautical mile they traveled, the murderous aura within him intensified. When a demon god no longer seeks the throne, but merely kills for revenge, the obstacles the world presents to him are nothing more than sacrifices that make his twisted smile even more ferocious.