I have the Flame-Flame Fruit, I'm invincible!

"Of course, uh,"

The clone's movements slowed down, and an endless feeling of weakness washed over it.

Thump thump.

The clone fell to the ground and then vanished into thin air.

At his physical form, Abbastian's smile remained, but it had lost its luster forever.

In his eyes, besides the deep-seated terror, all that met his gaze was the ever-burning, pale flames.

The fire of the soul.

Flames that attack the soul.

Narona Abbastian Saint, vice-commander of the Knights of God and one of the three giants, is dead.

"I've already said it, I always keep my word."

Meanwhile, Garin and Dragon are still locked in fierce combat.

One side consists of hexagonal warriors; the other side consists of assassins.

The two sides continued to fight fiercely.

Boom boom boom.

Garin continued his attacks, feeling relaxed and happy.

This is the excitement of encountering a formidable opponent.

“Yes, that’s right, Dragon, use your full strength,” Garin sneered, his eyes bloodshot with excitement.

The stronger he became, the more excited he got.

The more blood shed by slaying Dorrag, the greater the glory.

Today, he not only has to deal with the Balrog, but also the formidable enemy Dragon, and present a peaceful world to the Five Elders as a gift.

The God of War Fruit made Karin stronger and stronger, gradually giving him the upper hand.

Then, Dick made his move.

One-Sword Style Heaven-Slaying Drawing Technique.

The knife, stunning in its time, brought only absolute bloodshed.

Garin clutched his chest, staring intently at Dick.

My hand suddenly became unsteady.

"You, the Flame Demon?"

But where is Abbastian?

With him around, how could he possibly tolerate the Balrog interfering in the battle?

Turning his head, Garin saw the silent corpse.

My companion's body had no wounds, but he was dead.

"Abbastian," Garin roared, "Stand up, stand up now!"

No one answered.

"Hurry up, don't joke around,"

Corpse: ...

"..." Gasping for breath, Garin's eyes were bloodshot.

This time, it's heartache, a pain that tears your heart apart.

Another comrade died before his eyes.

They've been best friends for decades.

Just like the previous battle at God Valley.

Weakhearted.

"Don't worry, I will avenge you," Garin gritted his teeth, his aura surging once again despite his serious injuries.

“Take care of him,” Dragon and Dick exchanged a glance, making the decision simultaneously.

Joining forces—this is the best opportunity.

"If you want my life, you'll have to see if you have the strength," Garin laughed wildly.

"bring it on."

(End of this chapter)