bookbashuk Chapter 209 The Celestial Dragons' Second "Pooping," The Woman Even Rocks Coveted
Chapter 209 The Celestial Dragons' Second "Pooping," The Woman Even Rocks Coveted
Chapter 209 The Celestial Dragons' Second "Poop," The Woman Even Rocks Coveted
Meanwhile, in the new world, on Beehive Island.
As a sacred place coveted by all pirates, and a forbidden zone that even the Marine Headquarters dares not mark on its charts, this place has always been one of the most dangerous places in the New World.
It was midday, but the entire island was shrouded in darkness.
A colossal Skull Mountain stands at the island's center, a bizarre landscape naturally formed from countless hard, black rocks. Over time, the skull's eye sockets have become increasingly deep, resembling two dry wells leading to an endless hell.
Around the rocky outcrops, a dense array of wildly styled buildings stood, and the smells of alcohol, gunpowder, blood, and cheap perfume mingled in the air, creating a chaotic atmosphere unique to the "Rocks era."
On the wide avenue leading to the port, tens of thousands of desperados dressed in all sorts of bizarre pirate costumes were roaring wildly. They were not celebrating, but conducting their final "death parade."
Several days had passed since the previous large-scale purge, and the atmosphere on the entire island had changed drastically.
"Lord Newgate is over there!" A newly joined pirate pointed tremblingly to the rocky shore.
Amidst the monstrous waves powerful enough to tear apart warships, Edward Newgate sat cross-legged like a pillar of strength. He was shirtless, and the muscles on his broad, wall-like back, honed to a steely hue by years of extreme pressure, revealed a powerful, unyielding strength.
His world-renowned Supreme Grade Sword, Murakumogiri, was stuck diagonally in the rocks beside him.
There was no murderous intent in Newgate's eyes, only an almost indifferent silence. He was using a piece of white silk to wipe the blade of Murakumogiri with extreme slowness and delicacy.
"Brother Newgate, everyone's assembled," his deputy reported in a low voice from the side.
Newgate stopped what he was doing, turned his head, and his long golden hair fluttered in the sea breeze.
He looked at the forest of masts in the harbor, a sigh escaping his lips. He knew better than anyone that this team, forcibly brought together by Rocks, while possessing the power to destroy the world, was also a powder keg ready to explode at any moment.
"I understand. Make preparations; departure time is approaching."
"Yes, I understand."
Meanwhile, a deafening roar echoed from the sky.
"Hahahaha! How could waves of this magnitude be worthy of my expedition!"
Shiki the Golden Lion, a man who considers the "sky" his territory, is suspended in the void a hundred meters above the ground. Beneath his feet are not land, but several small islands forcibly raised using his Float-Float Fruit powers.
Shiki held a glass of expensive red wine, looking down contemptuously at the pirates swarming below like ants. Behind him, dozens of "airships" equipped with anti-gravity devices were ready to go. Each ship had menacing cannons protruding from its sides, their calibers enough to raze a town to the ground in an instant.
"Men! Our target this time is the Valley of the Gods!" Shiki laughed maniacally, downing his glass of red wine in one gulp. "There, not only are there countless treasures, but also the heads of those self-important Celestial Dragons! I'll turn their holy land into the most dazzling fireworks display on this ocean!"
Several days later, Shiki and several other high-ranking officers finally learned the target of the next operation from the innermost part of Rocks. Although shocked, this group of lawless thugs were extremely excited, especially for Golden Lion. No matter how dangerous the place was, it could not stop him from moving forward.
Moreover, the name God Valley sounds expensive, and with so many Celestial Dragons around, there's bound to be plenty of good stuff there.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the island, amidst the ruins of a dessert factory, a sickeningly chewing sound could be heard.
Charlotte Linlin was on the verge of a semi-mad hunger, her mouth, large enough to devour a giant beast, constantly secreting clear saliva, each drop making a "sizzling" corrosive sound as it fell to the ground.
"Prometheus, Napoleon, Zeus—"
Lingling murmured softly as three top-tier Homies created from fragments of her soul danced around her. When her massive body stood up, the earth around her groaned.
"Mother! Are we going to eat those Celestial Dragons?" The sun, Prometheus, shone with intense light.
"No—I want to extract all their souls and make them into the sweetest gummy candies—" Lingling's bloodshot eyes gleamed with a morbid light. "That guy Rocks was right, the order of this sea is too boring. Only chaos is the ultimate seasoning!"
"Yes, Mother, we swear to follow you to the death." Prometheus, Napoleon, and Zeus looked at each other and said in unison.
After Lingling Sen, most of her children gathered here to await orders. Most of them were adults or close to adults and had combat capabilities. After all, Lingling wouldn't be so abnormal as to send her children without combat capabilities to the battlefield.
In the darkest corner of the island, Wang Zhi, Captain John, and the remaining officers were each leading their own private armies in the final distribution of spoils. Their groups were filled with treacherous assassins, wanted heretics, and exiled fallen knights, each sharpening their knives, their greed almost tangible in the air.
This is the final preparation moment for the Rocks Pirates. The departure time is just around the corner, and everyone is looking forward to it.
boom!!!!!
Just then, an unprecedented sense of oppression erupted from the top of Skull Heights.
The feeling was like the sky suddenly collapsing, and the gravity of the entire island increasing several times in an instant.
"Heave--Can you feel it?" A pirate with a bounty of over 100 million suddenly collapsed to his knees in the mud.
"That domineering aura—that's the captain! What happened to Captain Rocks?"
This upheaval occurred at the summit of Beehive Island, where the once cold and damp Skull Hall now resembled an active volcano about to erupt.
The intelligence agent codenamed "Black Crow" lay sprawled on the ground, his forehead a bloody mess, each sharp crack of his body hitting the rocks like the tolling of a death knell. He dared not look up, for even without seeing, he could sense the aura of the man before him undergoing a qualitative change.
Rocks D. Giebeck, the man hailed as the strongest and most brutal in the world, was facing away from him. Rocks' fingers gently caressed the bone armrests of the throne, the sound of his nails scraping against the bones was so grating it made one's teeth ache.
"Go on," Lockes said, his voice unusually calm, but beneath that calm lay a black hole powerful enough to devour the world.
Black Crow swallowed a mouthful of bloody saliva, his voice as faint as a candle in the wind: "Figarando Greene—that middle-aged man who calls himself a god, he didn't take our ambush seriously at all."
"At the Altar of the Moon," our three thousand elite soldiers didn't even last a quarter of an hour under his holy sword, "Grimson." He ordered all his severely wounded brothers to be pushed into the deep pit of the altar, to be buried alive in despair, and even—
He even sprinkled holy salt at the mouth of the pit, saying it would purify the souls of these lowly pirates.
"I only managed to escape with the help of my brothers after giving it my all, and I'm here to report to you that Lady Peony—Lady Peony has also been captured by the other side."
When the word "peony" was mentioned, Lox's eye twitched almost imperceptibly.
Peony, a woman in the Rocks Pirates renowned not only for her intelligence-gathering abilities but also for her cold, languid, and poppy-like aura that drew countless eyes. On Beehive Island, a place teeming with powerful and uncouth individuals, she was the only truly stunning beauty.
In the power structure of Rocks, filled with primal violence and desire, women were never a scarce commodity, but only two women at the extremes of aesthetics could attract the special attention of this maritime overlord: Charlotte Linlin and Peony.
At this moment, the middle-aged woman was at the peak of her beauty; her long pink hair was as smooth as silk, and her full, destructive body exuded a wild tension. Lingling's beauty was unrestrained and aggressive; she never hid her desires and was more like a relentless, hormone-fueled killing machine.
At those dark and gloomy banquets on Beehive Island, Lingling was often the center of everyone's attention, and she didn't mind using her alluring body as a trophy or a pastime.
As Rocks observed, Linlin's existence was like an unguarded "bus" that roamed freely within the pirate crew. To consolidate her power or simply to satisfy her monstrous physiological instincts, she had a scandalous past with almost every nameable member of the crew, with only a handful remaining untouched.
Even Rocks himself had sought release in Lingling's wild and untamed embrace on several stormy nights. To Rocks, Lingling was a strong liquor—potent, toxic, and rotten—but she lacked the noble sense of being "forbidden," because this kind of beauty was cheap and public; anyone with enough power could get a share.
Peony, on the other hand, is the complete opposite of Lingling.
If Lingling is a poppy under the scorching sun, then the peony is a lonely plum blossom blooming on the edge of an abyss. Her eyes, as deep as an icy pool, always carry a languid and aloof air, as if she has seen through the world. Beneath that tight-fitting cheongsam that accentuates her stunning curves lies a reserved demeanor that keeps people at a distance.
Peony is an anomaly in the mad Rocks Pirates. She never participates in those filthy parties, never engages in private dealings with any of them. Her aloof demeanor makes her stand out among this group of beasts in human skin, yet she is also captivating.
Outsiders only knew that Lox valued her highly, but they were unaware of the deep-seated covetousness hidden in his heart. He not only wanted to rule the world, but also wanted to hoard all the world's most precious "treasures". Countless times, in the dead of night after drinking, he would stare at Peony's slender yet powerful back, imagining how to break this thorny rose.
Countless times he had sat in a high position, observing Peony through the noisy crowd. While Lingling was clinking glasses and laughing with others, panting heavily, Peony was simply wiping her pipe quietly. That aloofness and purity seemed like a desecration in the filthy world of pirates.
This stark contrast led Lox to mentally categorize the two into different tiers. Lingling was the kind of person he could easily discard...
He used it as a plaything wherever he could; but the peony was the most precious pearl he planned to use to adorn his crown on the day he ascended to the throne of the world's king.
But he possessed the pride and restraint of a "dominant ruler." He was waiting for an opportunity to make the peony completely submit. He wanted to tear apart that aloofness with his own hands when the peony was at her most desperate, so that she would bloom only for him.
But now, this "highest-grade treasure" that he was reluctant to touch and had painstakingly guarded until now has been violently taken by those Celestial Dragons who only know how to bully others. This is not only an insult to his feelings, but also a devastating blow to his domineering authority.
The thought that the cold, aloof work of art, which even Lingling paled in comparison to, might be being wantonly ravaged by that beast Garin Saint at this very moment made the blood in Lox's body boil like lava, burning through the last string of reason.
Including the previous theft of his Devil Fruit, this is the second time that the Celestial Dragons have blatantly defecated on his head. How could a proud man like Rocks possibly tolerate this?
However, before Rocks could fully unleash his fury, the Black Crow's voice continued, bringing even worse news.
"Figarando Grimmjow, that Celestial Dragon, in front of all the people buried alive, he personally grabbed Lady Peony's hair." Black Crow's voice began to tremble with sobs. "He pinched her chin, looking her over with the eyes of someone looking at livestock, and laughed, saying: 'A woman by Rocks' side actually has such beauty? This lowly bloodline, to be able to serve a god, is a blessing she has accumulated over eight lifetimes.' He tore Lady Peony's outer garments in public—saying he would take her back to the Valley of the Gods, so she could display this so-called 'pirate beauty' before the gods."
The air in the Skull Hall seemed to solidify into lead, making it hard to breathe. Lox's violent eyes were fixed on Black Raven, and he looked like a volcano about to erupt.
"If Peony has been captured, what about my wife and children who are also on the island?" After a long pause, Locke finally asked this question, which was basically already answered. His heart had already sunk to the bottom.
"The lady and young master weren't killed, but they were captured by the Celestial Dragons. Especially the lady; to protect the young master, she was pierced through the shoulder by a Seastone spear from the Celestial Dragons' personal guards." Black Crow's voice was hoarse, filled with a near-collapse of despair. "Because it happened so suddenly, the lady didn't even have time to use her powers before those white-robed beasts nailed her to the altar of the Moon Altar. They—they even deliberately avoided vital organs, just to keep the lady conscious and let her watch the young master suffer."
Rocks' wife and the young Teach were the last soft spot in this sea lord's heart, and also his deepest taboo. To protect them, Rocks not only used the intelligence genius Peony to personally plan the scheme, but also placed them under an ancient ruin called the "Altar of the Moon".
Not only does it possess formidable fortifications capable of withstanding the Navy's Buster Call, but it also boasts a magnetic shield array personally erected by Peony, capable of isolating all radio waves and life force. To ordinary people, it is the safest haven in the New World.