One Piece: My Monster Girls Have Become Beasts?

Chapter 231 The most exhilarating shot of my life! The curtain falls, three people are killed in a row!

Before he could finish speaking...

Rocks' own body began its final disintegration.

The skin peeled off piece by piece, like paper being burned by a raging fire, turning into black mist and dissipating.

The muscles seemed to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand, turning into wisps of dark smoke that drifted away.

The bones made a teeth-grinding "crackling" sound as they crumbled inch by inch.

Even as it disintegrated, the black and red light within him grew stronger and stronger!

It's getting increasingly glaring!

It's getting crazier and crazier!

At the other end of the chains, the three martial gods also began to disintegrate.

Satan Saint's true form of the bull demon began to crack inch by inch, and venom gushed out from the cracks like a waterfall, but it could not break free from the chains binding it.

The few remaining charred wings on Mars Saint's back burned wildly, but could not produce any holy light, only desperate black flames.

Nasujuro Sei's frost armor peeled away layer by layer, and countless cracks condensed on the blade of the first generation Kitetsu, as if even the will of "Zanpakuto" had bowed its head in the face of death.

"No—impossible—" Satan Saint rasped, "You monster—you're clearly dead—"

Rocks laughed.

He laughed like a madman.

He laughed like a demon king about to drag the whole world down with him.

"die?"

"I never intended to leave here alive."

"From the very beginning, all I wanted was to get rid of you bunch of false gods—"

"all!"

"Pull it down!"

"Together!"

"To be buried with him!!!"

Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!

The last word fell.

Rocks suddenly threw his head back and let out a wild laugh that shattered the heavens and tore apart the seas!

"Brian, watch this carefully, this is the last move the captain will teach you."

Suddenly, Lox's voice weakened, and from the dark core that was enough to devour light, a rare, slightly weary and relieved chuckle was revealed.

He slowly turned his head, and his face, blurred by blood and smoke, landed precisely on Brian outside the battlefield, across the collapsed ruins and boiling steam a thousand meters away. As for Brian's original opponent, Garin Saint, he had already been blocked by the Thunder Dragon Girl, Reishia.

Rocks instantly realized that Brian had grand ambitions, and after a moment's thought, he decided to forge a "good relationship" with Brian in the end.

Brian was standing on the sidelines watching the four-person battle. His long black trench coat fluttered wildly in the violent air currents. For the first time, a ripple appeared in his eyes, which were usually as calm as a deep pool, without him even realizing it.

Locus grinned, revealing a mouthful of teeth stained with black and red blood. His smile remained arrogant, still that of the madman who wanted to drag the gods off their thrones.

"Watch closely, kid, this is the real deal—"

"Pirates!!!"

The moment the last word was roared out, the Dark Fruit essence that had been dormant for a moment and the Conqueror's Haki that had been suppressed for decades within Rocks' broken body completely went out of control in that instant.

His remaining half of his body exploded completely, turning into a storm of black and red that filled the sky. At the center of that storm was the end of the three Hades chains.

Rumble rumble rumble rumble—!!

The world seemed to fall into absolute silence in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, a ball of black and red light, condensed to its extreme, exploded violently in the center of the altar. The shockwave, like a primordial beast breaking free of its shackles, frantically devoured everything in all directions. Space trembled and tore apart, the hard marble floor instantly vaporized, and the seawater within a radius of several kilometers was drained by the overwhelming force field, only to be poured back in the next second.

A deep, massive crater, three kilometers in diameter, has taken shape in the very center of this Valley of the Gods.

The three Five Elders were the first to be hit, pinned to the very center of the explosion. Satan Saint's true form was blasted in two, his upper and lower body flying dozens of meters away, spraying venom like a high-pressure water gun. Mas Saint Itsumade's wings were burned to ashes, his entire body resembling a charred, bald bird, crashing to the ground with a scream. Nasujuro Saint's half of the First Generation Kitetsu flew backward, piercing his own chest, his entire body being thrown hundreds of meters away, before crashing into a massive cross-shaped crater with a deafening boom.

The giant crater in the center was billowing acrid black smoke, like a giant eye leading to hell. The three "war gods" who were just moments before were now lying haphazardly at the bottom of the crater, looking as wretched as three wild dogs that had been run over by a heavy sea train.

Saint Satan was left with only half a body, barely supporting himself with his severed limbs; Saint Mas had a collapsed chest, all his ribs were broken, and he coughed up blood mixed with charred feathers; Saint Nasshoulang had lost both legs, and his right hand had only three fingers left, with half a knife stuck in his chest.

They were still alive, but the arrogance of divine authority had been completely blasted into dust by Rocks's cannon.

"Beast Boy — cough cough —"

Rocks' weak yet slightly roguish voice miraculously emerged from the ashes of the explosion, like an lingering ghost haunting Brian's ears.

Brian stared intently at the deep pit, his fingertips turning slightly white from the pressure. He had always prided himself on being rational and a "transmigrator" detached from emotion, but at this moment, he felt the domineering force of Rocks that had rudely intruded into his mental world.

"The most satisfying shot of my life is this one."

Locke's voice was broken and intermittent, yet carried a morbid satisfaction. "Ahem, but I didn't blow it up for nothing. Between you and me, it's just a high-ranking cadre relationship of mutual exploitation. We don't owe each other any of that empty stuff like sentimentality."

"But today, I want to do one last deal with you. I'll give you a big gift, but the price is that you have to help me protect three people."

Brian's breath hitched slightly.

"My woman, and my kid who's never seen the sun, they're on Beehive Island, in the hands of the Celestial Dragons, you know. And there's Shakky, who's always been a little bit of a flirt with me."

A rare hint of tenderness appeared in Locke's voice, which was then replaced by cunning: "That woman Shakky has ridiculously high standards. I've been eyeing her for so long and haven't been able to get a genuine smile from her. From now on, if she's willing to come with you, you can take her with you; if she's not, you fucking have to protect her and not let those pretty boys in suits kidnap her."

"As payment, you're entitled to half of the stuff I buried on Beehive Island back then."

Lockes coughed lightly, as if giving his final instructions: "Under the cliff on the east side of Beehive Island, at 47°22"N, 178°09"E, dig down thirty meters. Under that obsidian slab, lies the coordinates of the treasure I've been saving my whole life."

"This stuff is enough for you to have a blast in this crazy world."

Rocks' voice suddenly rose, bursting into a final, maniacal laugh, "Brian, remember this, don't let me fire this blast for nothing! And don't let my son wait for me to come home for nothing!"

"My life, that of Rocks D. Giebeck, has been more than anyone else's, and it's been quite an eventful one, ha ha ha ————"

As soon as he finished speaking, the last wisp of black and red embers in the center of the pit suddenly contracted, then turned into a faint stream of light and disappeared completely into the wind.

At this moment, the entire Valley of the Gods fell completely silent. The clouds that had been torn apart in the sky slowly closed, and only the cold waves crashed against the broken rocks one after another, making a wailing sound.

Brian stood to the side, silent for a long time. He reached out and caught a piece of black cloth, still hot from falling from the sky; it was part of the Rocks cloak.

His usually indifferent lips twitched slightly, then formed an extremely complex smile. "What an unreasonable man, Rocks."

"However, this is exactly what I wanted, so I'll accept this deal."

pat!

On the edge of that super-deep pit, Brian stood firmly on the void, the explosive sound of his Moonwalk sounding particularly jarring in the deathly silent battlefield.

He looked surprisingly neat and tidy. Apart from a bit of dust on the hem of his trench coat, he looked like a gentleman who had just returned from a high-society dinner and was taking a walk.

Brian looked down from his vantage point into the pit, where the three men who usually drank fine wine in Mary Geoise...

The "god" who could decide the life and death of millions of people with a casual remark was now like three mud dogs in the mud, whose cries seemed so pale.

Brian didn't say anything, but simply took out a clean white handkerchief from his pocket and slowly wiped the fine dust between his fingers.

"Beasts—Brian—"

Satan Saint's mud-covered, bull-like face struggled to lift, his voice hissing like a bellows: "A mere mortal, you dare to play the game of god-slaying at this time? Do you know that the will of this sea will not allow such a thing from you?"

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His body was badly broken, and he was even breathing heavily when he spoke.

Brian finally smiled, a faint smile, yet one that carried a deep-seated sarcasm.

"Will? God?"

"You bunch of cripples who were blasted beyond recognition by Rocks's cannon? You dare to represent our will?"

With a single step, he traversed a thousand meters of space as if teleporting, landing directly in front of Saint Satan. Brian bent down, looking at this scientific defense god with an almost compassionate gaze.

"Satan, you've probably forgotten that I hate waste the most. Since your divine authority has been shattered by Lox, then let this flesh and blood shine in my laboratory."

As soon as he finished speaking, Brian suddenly brought his middle and index fingers together, and the dark purple flowing cherry blossom aura instantly condensed into a point of extreme blackness, even the surrounding light was absorbed by this high-density energy.

"The Ultimate Technique of a Hundred Beasts: Flowing Cherry Blossom Finger Pistol - Soul Pier

puff!

Without any unnecessary words, Brian's finger pierced through Satan Saint's wrinkled brow as if it were a thin sheet of paper, leaving a trail of white brain matter and warm blood as it emerged from the back of his head. The Ryuo Haki exploded the moment it entered his brain, completely shattering the soul fluctuations within his body.

Satan Saint's eyes bulged suddenly, his lips moved, and in the end he could only let out a weak sigh: "You—how dare you—"

"The first one." Brian pulled his finger out and rubbed it against the wreckage of the expensive Five Elders suit.

"brute!!!"

Mars Saint roared, and the tattered wings of Itsumade still tried to flap, creating a weak gust of wind, but his current physical condition was worse than that of a plucked chicken.

"Since you're about to die, stop pretending. I have a great use for your intact spine."

"The Ultimate Technique of a Hundred Beasts - Hellhound - Netherfire Devour!"

The black flames raged wildly and irrationally. Mars Saint let out a heart-wrenching scream, the sound echoing through the empty pit, so piercing it made one's teeth ache. In less than five seconds, this so-called Environmental God of War was reduced to a charred humanoid figure amidst his agonizing wail.

"The second one." Brian's tone was as calm as if he were taking inventory of supermarket shelves.

Finally, he turned around and walked towards Nasujuro Sei, who was now only half a body, his chest pierced by the first generation of Kitetsu. Even when facing death, the old man's eyes still gleamed with a sharp, venomous light.

He struggled to raise his left hand, which had only three fingers left, and pointed it tremblingly at Brian, a vicious curse lingering on his lips: "Boy—you will—regret—the true king has awakened—all things in this world—are illusions."

Brian simply squatted down, looking him straight in the eye, his eyes filled with the satisfaction of having pulled off a prank.

"Regret? Old man, you've got it wrong. The thing I regret most in my life is not bringing a bag of sunflower seeds when I went to see the Rocks show."

He slowly raised his hand, and the domineering aura in his palm condensed into an incomparably heavy black giant axe.

"Since you all like the throne of gods so much, then I'll send you to hell to be a stepping stone for Rocks. As for the one you're worried about, I'll personally send him to see you."

"Hundred Beasts - Ankylosaurus - Mountain-Splitting Slash!"

A dark axe blade flashed past.

puff!

Nassuro Sei's remaining limbs were severed at the root.

puff!

With the second strike, his chest was cleaved open, revealing his still-twitching internal organs and his heart, which had stopped beating but was still radiating golden light.

puff!

As the third strike landed, the head of this financial martial god rolled to the side, and his hate-filled eyes finally dimmed completely.

"Third one, done. We're done."

Brian stood up, preparing to completely pack up these three top-quality experimental subjects.

But then, something unexpected happened!

The sky, which was originally fragmented and filled with the smell of gunpowder, was suddenly torn open without warning, like a zipper, creating a golden rift that was ten thousand meters long.

A terrifying pressure, beyond human language and surpassing even the realm of Conqueror's Haki, crashed down from the depths of the void above the nine heavens!

The feeling was as if the weight of the entire planet had been crushed upon God Valley in an instant. Even the naval warships retreating in the distance cracked under this immense pressure, their timbers unable to withstand the strain.

"Buzz—!!!"

A beam of pure, almost blinding golden light pierced straight down from the crevice and landed precisely in the center of the deep pit.

Wherever the beam of light passed, the originally chaotic magnetic field, the raging black lightning, and the boiling seawater were all forcibly restored to their original positions in that instant, falling into an extremely eerie "stillness".