bookbashuk Chapter 211 The Demon God Who Went Completely Rampaging, and the Celestial Dragon Who Was Incurable!
Chapter 211 The Demon God Who Went Completely Rampaging, and the Celestial Dragon Who Was Incurable!
Chapter 211 The Demon God Who Went Completely Rampaging, and the Celestial Dragon Who Was Incurable!
"Someone told me they kidnapped my wife, kidnapped my son." He slowly raised his hand, his nails digging deep into his palm, the blood evaporating in the dark purple smoke. "They also intend to hunt down my family at the Valley of the Gods, at that gathering of bastards. They even—they kidnapped Peony, a member of our captain's crew."
At this point, a cruel smile curled at the corner of Lox's mouth.
"Hahahaha—hahahahahaha!"
Rocks laughed wildly, his unrestrained laughter accompanied by dark red lightning, which actually spread throughout most of the New World's oceans!
The sea roared, and giant waves rose hundreds of meters high, as if cheering on the demon god who was about to set off on his expedition.
"Since they want a grand hunt, then I'll give them a true 'Path of God's Fall'!"
Clang—!
A sword's cry, powerful enough to eclipse the sun and moon, rang out as Lox drew his heavy sword, "Calamity," which he had never shown to anyone before, from his waist.
The sword was wrapped in countless eerie green runes. As Lox's killing intent erupted, the sword expanded to twice its original size, transforming into a giant blade burning with dark red flames.
"All troops, attack!!!"
Rocks pointed his sword at the western sky.
Boom—!
A jet-black wave, thousands of meters wide, instantly ripped through the sky for tens of thousands of meters! The dark red clouds, which were originally so thick that even the sun could not penetrate them, were actually split in two by this sword, revealing a blood-red road leading to the Valley of the Gods!
"Target: Western Sea, Valley of the Gods!"
Rocks' voice echoed in the ears of every pirate, carrying an undeniable death sentence: "Leave no survivors! Every living thing on this island, even a rat, if it bears the surname Celestial Dragon, I'll grind it into mincemeat! I'll stain the land of God Valley anew with the blood of the Celestial Dragons! I'll make every male member of Figarand's family wail to death, and I'll make that beast Garin Saint watch his so-called divine authority turn to pus and blood under my feet!"
"Ooooooo!!!"
The thousands of pirates below the island erupted in a deafening cheer. Faced with such extreme evil and power, the violence within them was completely awakened.
"Since we're going to cause trouble, let's turn this world upside down! I've long since grown tired of this corrupt world!"
Shiki the Golden Lion let out a series of chilling laughs, and the famous swords "Sakura Ju" and "Kokuro" beneath his feet drew sharp golden glints in the air. With a sudden jerk of his arms, the entire sea around Beehive Island seemed to lose its gravity.
"Boom—!"
Amidst a deafening roar that would terrify any mortal, the vanguard of the Rocks Pirates—hundreds of massive wooden warships—rose from the ground. These steel and timber conglomerates, each weighing tens of thousands of tons, ascended thousands of meters into the air like feathers thanks to the power of the "Float-Float Fruit." Sunlight was blocked by the dense array of ship hulls, casting enormous shadows that completely enveloped the sea.
From below, the airship fleet resembled a flock of bloodthirsty vultures emerging from the abyss, darkening the sky, and flying toward the horizon with a sinister grin that seemed intent on destroying everything.
Standing at the bow of the ship, letting the fierce winds whip his lion-mane-like blond hair wild, his eyes filled with utter contempt for order: "Valley of the Gods? After today, only the Pit of the Gods will remain!"
Meanwhile, on the sea, another suffocating pressure was pushing aside the vast waves.
"Mmm, the treasures of God Valley, and the blood of those self-proclaimed world nobles, must taste very sweet, right?" Charlotte Linlin licked her scarlet lips, and her huge eyes, which were already full of greed, now burned with an almost morbid killing intent.
Her flagship, the "Queen Mama Hymn," is itself a living nightmare. Empowered by the Soul-Soul Fruit's abilities, this colossal ship possesses an independent will. The enormous, grotesque face on its prow emits a piercing, shrill laugh in sync with its master's excitement.
The sound pierced the sky, causing the sea beasts in the surrounding waters to roll their eyes, their minds shattered by the terrifying soul fluctuations.
"Napoleon, Prometheus, Zeus!" Lingling roared, and the three Homies howled in unison. The massive ship carved a white trail thousands of meters long across the sea—the path of death. Lingling didn't care about the bigger picture; she only wanted to plunder, to seize everything beautiful, expensive, and of royal lineage, and trample it all underfoot.
Compared to Shiki's arrogance and Linlin's greed, Edward Newgate's presence is like a volcano about to erupt, calm yet possessing the power to shatter stars.
He stood silently on the iconic white whale prow of the "Moby Dick," his massive body resembling an immortal statue. The "Murakumogiri" in his hand paused slightly, and the specially made deck couldn't withstand the invisible force, instantly cracking open with spiderweb-like fissures.
"Since those are your family members," Gibeck said, "then I'll accompany you on this so-called journey to hell." Newgate's voice was deep and resonant, like muffled thunder rolling across the sky.
He understood the significance of this battle. For him, treasure and fame were external things, but the word "family" was a bottom line that he would never allow anyone to trample on. Although he did not entirely agree with Rocks' extreme ambition, when Rocks let out that roar like a trapped beast for his wife and children, Newgate chose to draw his sword.
The Moby-Dick broke through the waves, with Newgate at the helm, the tip of Murakumogiri's blade deeply embedded in the deck. He felt the ocean's tremors, making his final preparations for the impending war—a war destined to upend the world and even shatter his future dreams. If the world needed a demon to pave the way, he wouldn't mind temporarily setting aside "Whitebeard's" mercy and transforming into a death god who would shatter everything.
"Has it really come to this? This war that could burn the old world to ashes."
Brian stood on the deck of his flagship, slowly closing the scroll in his hand. Behind him, the "monster girl army," a force enough to send chills down the spines of the world, had already assembled. These beings, possessing unparalleled beauty yet exuding an inhuman aura, were gazing ahead with an almost fanatical gaze.
They weren't waiting for a battle, but for a feast.
"Master, all obstacles in our path will be torn to shreds by us." Thunder Dragon Maiden Lei Xiya stood beside him, murmuring softly.
Brian looked back at the towering Rocks banners and knew very well that this time things were truly beyond repair.
The World Government's fig leaf will be completely torn off, and he will be the most important accompanist in this symphony of destruction.
With his command, the enormous alien ship slowly started moving. At that moment, the color of the sea seemed to darken, and an eerie aura that did not belong to this world began to spread across the sea.
At Locke D. Gibbek's command, the entire sea erupted in commotion.
What a breathtaking sight it was! Thousands of warships flying the Rocks Pirates' flag, like a school of sharks that had smelled blood, charged madly into the blood-red channel leading to the first half of the Grand Line. This was not just a fleet; it was a torrent that gathered all the ambition, anger, and madness in the world.
At the very forefront of the torrent, the flagship "Gibeck Sword" leads the way alone and domineeringly.
Rocks stood at the bow, his dark red greatsword, "Calamity," deeply embedded in the center of the deck. He was shrouded in a dense, impenetrable cloud of dark purple smoke—his powerful Conqueror's Haki, strong enough to distort reality. At this moment, in the eyes of his subordinates, he was no longer a person, but a terrifying, indescribable statue, unapproachable and beyond description.
His fingers gripped the railing tightly, and the specially reinforced alloy railing deformed like dough under his pressure.
"Karin-sei—take good care of my wife and children, and that woman too."
Lox muttered to himself, each word like a chilling sliver of ice squeezed from between his teeth, carrying a hatred that froze the soul. "Don't let them die too quickly. Because when I reach the Valley of the Gods, I will show you what the hell truly looks like when a god is dragged from his throne by the wrath of mortals—a state of unbearable suffering, a state of being unable to live or die!"
Lox slowly closed his eyes, yet the surrounding space rippled with his heavy, oppressive breathing.
He knew better than anyone what awaited him in the Valley of the Gods.
That was the confidence that allowed the World Government to rule the world for eight hundred years; that was the top-tier powerhouse known as the "Knights of God"; that was the entire Marine Headquarters coming out; and there were even more powerful figures hidden behind the scenes.
But so what?
When a demon decides to destroy the world for the bloodline he cares about, the so-called "world government" and the so-called "fist of justice" are nothing more than lambs to the slaughter in the face of his wrath.
On the sea, the setting sun, like blood, cast a blood-red glow on Lox's ferocious profile, making him appear like a demon lord from purgatory.
A strong wind rises, the sea of clouds churns, and thunder rumbles!
1484 in the Haiyuan calendar.
God Valley, a paradise carefully concealed by the World Government and regarded as the "hunting ground of the gods," is about to usher in the darkest and most terrifying day since its founding.
This battle was devoid of any righteous embellishment. This battle was devoid of any grand dreams!
This battle was pure to the extreme, and also extremely violent. It was all for the sake of a man's absolutely selfish desire for "plunder and revenge," which had been completely enraged!
"kill--!"
It's unclear who uttered the first shout, but then thousands upon thousands of crazed pirates roared in unison. The sound shattered the clouds and drowned out the thunder; the Rocks Pirates were completely enraged!
That massive fleet, like a jet-black dragon, carrying eight hundred years of accumulated curses and rage, fiercely stabbed towards the heart of the World Government.
At that moment, it seemed as if people all over the world heard the sound of collapse.
Meanwhile, in the Holy Land of Mary Geoise, the Five Elders, who had just finished their meeting a few days earlier, gathered again in the conference room in their office, which symbolized the highest power in the world. The wielders of the scepters, who had been celebrating and laughing about the upcoming "Valley of God" hunt, held an emergency meeting.
"Clang—!"
With a crisp crack, the red crystal goblet, worth tens of millions of Berries and originating from the South China Sea, was crushed in the hands of Topman Vochuli, one of the Five Elders and the God of War in charge of legal affairs.
The rich red wine, like fresh blood, flowed down his fingers, dripping onto the snow-white cashmere carpet—a shocking sight. The office, which had been filled with the smug atmosphere of discussing how the "God's Hunt" toyed with ants, was instantly frozen by a chilling current of "anxiety."
"Lox—how dare he? How dare he do this at a time like this—"
The bald-headed financial strategist, Nasujuro Sei, stared intently at the intelligence report, his aged and cold face trembling violently. The red file, marked "Extreme Destruction," contained only one chilling line of blood-red text: "The Rocks Pirates have mobilized their entire force, including Brian, Golden Lion, Whitebeard, Charlotte Linlin, and all other key members. They are charging at full speed, disregarding the consequences. Their target is confirmed: God Valley!!"
"This is war! This is the Navy's all-out war against our World Government!" Peter, the God of Agriculture, abruptly stood up, his eyes filled with rage. "He's challenging the absolute authority of God! He's trampling on the World Government's eight-hundred-year-old dignity!"
"Now is not the time to be angry, that demon is already on its way!"
Satan Saint, who was in charge of scientific defense, had a gloomy face and his fingers tapped rapidly on his desk. He knew better than anyone else the terrifying power of Rocks.
"The Valley of Gods isn't just home to participants in the God's Hunt; a large number of Celestial Dragons have already gathered there. Getting them to leave now is impossible; those guys will never agree to it."
Before the words were even finished, the air in the office seemed to grow heavier.
Celestial Dragons, oh my god!
"Immediately! Right now! Send the order to Garin! Tell him to stop that damned hunting game!"
Saint Satan slammed his fist on the table, his grim face almost touching the messenger's. "Tell those fools in God Valley that they have thoroughly enraged the Pirate King of the New World. Their swords are already at their throats!!"
However, less than five minutes later, the message that came back plunged the Five Elders into a deathly silence.
"My lord—Saint Garin—he refused. He said, 'The celebration of God will not be interrupted by the barking of a few wild dogs. Moreover, over two hundred Celestial Dragons and nobles have gathered in the Valley of the Gods, and not only are they not leaving, they are also demanding that we—'"
They demanded that we send more troops to "enjoy" them, to see how they would execute the family of Lox —
"These hopeless idiots!" Satan was trembling with rage; he knew better than anyone the extent of Lox's current madness.
When a demon god planned to drag the world down with him, those pampered good-for-nothings actually thought about watching the show.
However, as the Five Elders, they could not stand idly by and watch the bloodline of those two hundred Celestial Dragons be severed; that would be a disaster that would shake the very foundation of their rule.