One Piece: My Monster Girls Have Become Beasts?

Chapter 197 The Celestial Dragons' sinister intentions: to lure the Rocks Pirates to God Valley

Chapter 197 The Celestial Dragons' sinister intentions: to lure the Rocks Pirates to God Valley?

Under the watchful eyes of the four men, Lox strode toward a corner of the vault, where one more survivor lay. It was a man whose limbs had been broken and who was chained to a stone pillar with thick iron chains.

He was covered in blood, and it seemed like all his teeth had been pulled out, but even so, he still wore a maniacal smile that was extremely unsettling.

Brian squinted at the man. He could sense that the man had an extremely strong will; even after undergoing that level of torture, his spirit had not completely collapsed.

Rocks suddenly reached out and grabbed the man's hair, forcibly lifting his face to face Brian and the others.

"Tell them why you're here," Lox's voice boomed in the man's ears. "Tell these monsters who are about to tear their master to shreds what your 'god' is planning!"

The agent coughed violently, spraying blood mixed with saliva onto the back of Lox's hand.

He let out a weak but grating laugh: "Heh—heh heh—Lox—you—you think you've won? We've taken away—not just the fruit—but also your courage."

"The Celestial Dragons—the great men of the Holy Land—are tired of these petty squabbles. Brian—and Shiki—the humiliation you inflicted on the Celestial Dragons—needs to be washed away with the blood of the entire ocean."

The man's gaze was fixed on Brian, his eyes filled with a venomous resentment.

"The upcoming Western Sea—the Valley of the Gods—will be your burial ground."

"The adults need—the best prizes. Those fruits—are just for decoration—of that grand hunting competition. And you—you self-proclaimed masters of the sea—will eventually kneel on that island—becoming stepping stones for the adults!"

Upon hearing this, Brian's lips curled into a cruel smile.

He walked forward slowly, his leather boots making a crisp sound as they stepped on the scattered gold coins.

"A hunting competition?" Brian crouched down, looking directly into the agent's eyes, a gaze that seemed to see right through him to the soul. "So, those fat pigs of the Celestial Dragons are planning to include us on their 'prey' list?"

For a moment, the agent felt as if steel needles were piercing his brain; it was Brian's mental power violently invading him.

His childlike eyes instantly relaxed, his tightly clenched jaw involuntarily loosened, and his voice became hollow and dull: "Yes—the Valley of the Gods—all the slaves—will be thrown onto the island for the adults to hunt. This is a sacrifice—to celebrate—the glory of the Holy Land."

"Including your Rocks Pirates—wanting to reclaim your treasure—wanting to reclaim your lost spirit—the adults are certain you will fall into their trap—that is your burial ground."

Upon hearing this, Locke was so angry that he laughed instead.

"Hahaha, hahahaha—" His laughter grew louder and louder, eventually turning into a raging roar that could have blown the roof off a castle.

"Excellent! What a great hunting competition! Interesting, truly interesting!"

Ploppirox exerted force with his palm, crushing the agent's head into powder as if he were squashing a tomato. Red and white splattered everywhere, some even getting onto Ploppirox's hands and face.

Lockes wiped the blood off his face without a care, and looked at his four senior officers with an unprecedentedly fierce glint in his eyes.

"Did you hear that?"

"Those fat pigs want to hunt us down like wild boars."

With each heavy step, Rox felt as if he were stepping on the hearts of Brian and the others, until he reached the very center of the vault and stepped on the shattered crown.

"Since they want the best prize, and since they've already prepared the stage."

"Then I will personally lead the team there. I will personally twist off the heads of every Celestial Dragon on that island called God Valley and hang their corpses on our ship's mast!"

"Newgate, Skeeter, Linlin, Brian!"

"Assemble all your men! Coat all the ships with sea stone; we must cross the Calm Belt and head straight for the Western Sea!"

"If I don't dismantle the stage for this grand feast, the people on this high seas will think I, Rocks D.

Gibeck is too old to lift a knife.

Lox's roar echoed through the stone vault, making the remaining gold artifacts around him hum.

"Kurarara, this is getting more and more interesting. God Valley, this name is infuriating. I'm increasingly eager to kill those fat Celestial Dragons." The white-bearded man gripped his greatsword tightly, laughing heartily, showing no regard for the Celestial Dragons.

"Valley of the Gods—heh, what an ironic name." Shiki the Golden Lion let out a cold laugh, stroking the two famous swords at his waist, a morbid excitement in his eyes. "In the eyes of those fat pigs, the valley where the gods reside is naturally sacred, but to us, it's nothing more than a hunting ground piled high with treasures and heads."

He whirled around, his long golden hair billowing like a lion's mane: "I'm going to assemble the Flying Pirates right now! Captain, this time, I'm with you!"

"Oh my god! Shiki, you should worry about yourself." Charlotte Linlin chewed on the last piece of bone in her hand, her thick fingers wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth.

"God Valley must hold a lot of the World Government's top-tier desserts, as well as those special races—Brian. I've heard that the island has many rare 'specimens.' If you're a step too late, I can't guarantee what will be left for you."

Brian glanced at her expressionlessly, a chill running through his deep purple eyes.

"Just mind your own business, Lingling," Brian said casually. Then he turned to Lockes, "Captain, my men are ready to assemble at any time, but I suggest we clean up those restless little bugs on the island before we officially set sail."

Brian implied that if World Government agents could infiltrate the treasure vault, there must be plenty of traitors on the island. At this critical juncture, eliminating the internal traitors was the priority.

Locus grinned maliciously and waved his hand: "Do as you please, Brian. As long as it doesn't delay anchoring at sunrise tomorrow, the blood on this island—bleed as much as you want!"

When Brian stepped out of the vault, the moon outside was obscured by an ominous blood-red cloud.

He didn't head straight for the port; instead, he vanished into the shadows of the corridor in a flash.