One Piece: My Monster Girls Have Become Beasts?

Chapter 232 The bodies of the Five Elders are recovered, and the world's behind-the-scenes king makes his move!

Picking up where we left off, just as Brian was preparing to collect the freshly collected corpses of the three Five Elders, a strange phenomenon occurred.

Immediately afterwards, a hollow, ancient voice, devoid of any human emotion, came from the end of the pillar of light. The voice wasn't loud, but it caused the energy within Brian to tremble instinctively.

That's enough.

The two simple words seemed to have a magical power; the three mortal remains of the Martial Gods, which were originally lying on the ground and were already dead flesh, were forcibly drawn by the golden light and floated into the air.

Not only the corpses, but also the venom sprayed by Satan Saint, the severed First Generation Kitetsu by Nasujuro Saint, and even the drops of blood soaking into the soil, were all forcibly reclaimed by an unreasonable force of "rules".

Brian's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints, and his muscles twitched wildly with extreme excitement. He recognized the voice and the aura that transcended all things.

"Im!!!"

Brian didn't run away; instead, he became consumed by a near-mad greed and provocation. He knew that this was the true master of world power, the most advanced experimental subject he had ever encountered in his life.

"Trying to steal from me? I don't care who you are. Once it's in my hands, not even the Heavenly King himself can take it away."

"Everyone connect! Smash this light!"

Brian roared, his eyes instantly turning a dark red like a ferocious beast. He slammed his right hand into the ground, and the soul-touching power of the Dumpling Fruit was instantly ignited. Behind him, four enormous mythical beast figures appeared simultaneously.

Thunder Dragon Girl Reishia unleashed a burst of lightning, Centaur Girl Leona shattered the void with her horse's hooves, Hellhound Girl Boros unleashed a raging inferno, and Fire Rat Girl Agni burned the sky with fiery flames.

The wills of the four monster girls and Brian's domineering aura, bound by a contract, twisted, compressed, and merged at this moment into a ferocious behemoth that was thousands of meters long, had four horns and two wings, and was covered with jet-black flowing cherry blossom armor!

"Secret Techniques of a Hundred Beasts - Four Symbols Beast King - Annihilation Impact!"

Brian stood atop the behemoth's razor-sharp head, his entire being becoming the core of this devastating attack. With terrifying power enough to completely erase God Valley from the sea chart, he rammed headfirst into the golden pillar of light.

Rumble—!!!

This is the first direct confrontation between mortals and divine authority!

The moment the two collided, the entire seabed of the Valley of the Gods emitted a deafening roar, and the seawater around the island was pushed back tens of kilometers by the air pressure generated by the explosion, revealing the jagged reefs on the seabed.

The golden pillar of light shook violently under the impact of the four giant beasts, and even developed spiderweb-like cracks. Brian's right fist, wrapped with flowing cherry blossoms, pierced through the barrier of the pillar of light and gripped the remains of Saint Mars tightly.

"Get down here!!!" Brian's face was contorted with rage, and the veins on his arms bulged out.

However, deep within the pillar of light, the voice rang out again, this time with a hint of boredom, like a god looking down on ants.

"Mortals must not overstep their bounds."

As soon as he finished speaking, countless chains wrapped with strange dark gold runes suddenly materialized from within the pillar of light. These chains not only ignored Brian's Flowing Cherry Blossom Defense, but also directly pierced through the soul of the Four Symbols Beast, bringing a wave of excruciating pain that tore Brian's soul apart.

That wasn't a physical attack, but rather a kind of "law" based on the superior suppression of Devil Fruits.

"roar!!!"

The four colossal beasts let out painful screams, and their solidified bodies began to rapidly disintegrate. Brian felt as if his body was being forcibly erased by some higher-level life code.

"Damn it! Trying to run away? At least leave me some interest!"

Brian knew he couldn't retrieve the body this time. At the last second, he bit his tongue hard, and his previously scattered Ryuo Haki instantly condensed into a huge black hand. Just as the pillar of light was about to shrink, he fiercely tore off a large chunk of purplish-black, still writhing, active tissue from the wound that had already been severed in two by Satan Saint.

Click!

A crisp cracking sound rang out from the space.

The golden pillar of light collapsed abruptly in that fraction of a second, turning into a single point of light. It carried away all the remains of the three Martial Gods and their overwhelming aura, vanishing without a trace the instant the void rift closed.

The sky returned to its azure blue, and were it not for the bottomless crater in the center of the Valley of the Gods, it would have seemed as if nothing had ever happened.

Brian knelt on one knee, panting heavily. His right hand was a bloody mess, yet he gripped a specially made refrigerated collection device tightly. Inside the device, a viscous mass of blood, a mixture of holy gold and evil dark red, thrashed wildly like an enraged snake, restrained by an overbearing aura.

"Im————"

Brian slowly stood up, casually wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. He looked up at the calm sky, his eyes showing no fear, only an almost morbid ambition to dissect the entire world.

"I'll settle this score with Mary Geoise sooner or later, and I'll tear your spine out in front of you."

Thus, the most intense and major battle of the God Valley War came to an end. However, this did not mean that God Valley could return to peace. On the contrary, with the death of Rocks and the three Five Elders, the entire God Valley was plunged into a strange panic.

The navy was the first to be affected.

"Cough—cough cough!"

Amidst the infernal ruins, Sengoku struggled to sit up. With each breath, his chest felt as if molten iron was being poured in, and with a violent cough, he spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with dark red fragments of internal organs.

His original majestic "Buddha" form, which was as solemn as a deity and capable of suppressing the sea, had long been shattered by continuous, overloaded battles. At this moment, he was no longer the high-ranking candidate for naval admiral, but a middle-aged man who looked exhausted and covered in blood.

The black-rimmed glasses that represented reason, order, and absolute dominance were now reduced to a broken frame hanging from his left ear, unable to conceal the abyss-like horror spreading in his eyes.

Just minutes ago, he was fighting to the death with the man who ruled the sky, "Golden Lion" Shiki. Shiki's "Lion's Might - Earth Scroll" almost overturned the entire forest of God Valley. The golden sword energy unleashed by his twin swords "Sakura Ten" and "Kureki" almost cleaved Sengoku's Buddha Shockwave. If it weren't for the pressure that suddenly erupted in the center of God Valley, that battle would probably have continued until one side was exhausted.

It was precisely because of the oppressive aura emanating from the center of God Valley that the two finally stopped their fierce battle, preventing them from continuing to fight to the death.

"Sengoku, did you see that just now?"

A hoarse voice, as if it had been repeatedly polished by rough sandpaper, came from behind.

Sengoku turned his head with difficulty, and to his side and behind him, Garp was sitting on a scorching hot rock without any regard for his image.

Garp's cloak, a symbol of justice, had long since fallen to some unknown corner, and several huge slash marks crisscrossed his solid chest—the marks left by Whitebeard.

Before that, the two monsters were exchanging blows in the most primitive and ferocious way. Every collision between Garp's iron fist and Newgate's Murakumogiri distorted the gravity of the island.

However, at this moment, the knuckles of this tough guy who could smash mountains and never back down in the face of Roger were convulsing uncontrollably.

He had witnessed countless grand scenes and captured countless monsters with bounties exceeding 100 million, but the golden light that just descended from the sky, and everything that happened within that light, made him feel for the first time what "nothingness" meant.

"Don't ask me, Garp, I don't know what that thing is either." Sengoku raised his head, his voice trembling, looking into the distance, lost in thought.

If the two naval leaders were like this, one can only imagine the group of naval personnel surrounding God Valley. The once well-trained elite naval forces, known as the World Government's strongest shield, now resembled a flock of lambs frightened in a storm.

Those lieutenant generals and major generals who usually claimed to be dedicated to "justice" and dared to fight to the death against great pirates were now deathly pale. Their standard-issue muskets and longswords engraved with their family crests were scattered in the pool of blood, and the clanging sound was particularly jarring in the deathly silence of the battlefield.

They didn't even have the courage to bend down and pick up the weapon, because just now, the "god" in their hearts had collapsed.

For the vast majority of naval personnel, the Five Elders are supreme leaders who transcend everything, the foundation of the world's 800-year-old order, and the highest fighting force that cannot be looked at directly or profaned.

But right at the very heart of the Valley of the Gods, before that madman who called himself "Lox," Saint Satan, Saint Mars,

Nasujo, one of the three rulers hailed as "Gods of War," suffered an unprecedented humiliation.

Before the darkness that Rocks possessed, which seemed to devour the sun and moon, the power of the three war gods appeared so pale. When Rocks's maniacal laughter echoed through the sky, the navy witnessed the three old men, who usually sat high at the pinnacle of power, having their bodies shattered and spines broken, being trampled underfoot like three dead dogs.

But that's not the most desperate thing.

What chilled the Marines to the bone the most was Brian's brutal murder of the Five Elders, and the golden light that descended from the sky after Brian killed the Five Elders.

The source of that golden light was unfathomable. It appeared silently, yet carried a cold indifference that looked down upon all living beings. Under its light, the five elders who had been killed were like garbage swept up by sanitation workers. The golden light picked them up and collected them without a second thought, and then they disappeared into the clouds.

That kind of impact was a million times more terrifying than Brian personally killing three of the Five Elders.

That means that, in the eyes of a higher-dimensional will, even a "God of War" who has ruled the world for eight hundred years is nothing more than a pawn that can be recycled and replaced at any time, or even a tool that is less than waste.

"Is this our boss?"

A major general smiled bitterly. One of his arms was severed, and his bright red cloak had slipped into a pool of blood filled with gunpowder smoke and was soaked with mud. He had always believed that he was fighting for world peace and to protect the "divinity" behind the Celestial Dragons.

But now, that divinity has been trampled underfoot by a pirate, taken away by the beasts themselves, and finally recycled by the light of the sky like trash.

"Valley of Gods, there are no gods here, only man-eating monsters."

"Run! Stop fighting! That's a war we can't get involved in!"

Panic spread like a deadly miasma throughout the entire naval battle formation, causing a fatal breach in the naval defenses that were about to surround the remaining pirates.

"Sengoku, look," Garp suddenly burst into laughter, a strange sadness lurking in his voice. "The justice we risked our lives to protect—in the eyes of those above, it wasn't even a show. We shed blood here, while they 'recycle' parts there."

The Warring States period fell silent.

He looked into the distance, where Shiki, who had lost his opponent, stood in mid-air, watching the strange events at God Valley with a gloomy expression. Even the arrogant lion who wanted to rule the sky did not laugh at this moment, but instead gripped the hilt of his sword tightly.

On the other side, Whitebeard Newgate leaned on Murakumogiri, his cloak billowing in the wind, and his domineering eyes flashed with a light of disgust.

"Hey, Sengoku." Garp stood up, brushed the dust off his trousers, and his eyes turned cold again. "Shall we continue this battle?"

Sengoku looked at his fleeing subordinates and at the island being torn apart by darkness and golden light. From this day forward, the authority of the World Government had planted the seeds of destruction in the hearts of those who witnessed the truth.

"If we don't fight, we'll lose even our dignity as 'soldiers'."

Sengoku slowly stood up. Although every joint in his body was groaning, he straightened his spine again. His broken glasses fell to the ground, revealing a pair of eyes that were clearer than ever before.

"Garp, even though we're working for a rotten shell, at least we have to stand like a Marine in front of those runaway brats."

Zhan Guo took a deep breath, and the golden Buddhist light shone faintly again. Although it was no longer as dazzling as before, it carried a resolute and tragic air.

"To prevent this ocean from completely collapsing, even if it's just for a pile of garbage, we must finish this fight!"

Just as Sengoku finished speaking, an even more terrifying tremor suddenly came from above the Valley of the Gods. The shockwave caused by Im's earlier attack was only just beginning to show its terrifying power. The entire Valley of the Gods might not even continue to exist after this.

In that explosion that could have destroyed an era, Sengoku had only one thought in his mind: if there really is a god in this world, then it is definitely not the thing in that golden light.

Only Sengoku and Garp knew that on this night, they were not only fighting against Rocks, but also battling against the crumbling faith within themselves.

The fear of being enveloped in golden light will haunt them like a nightmare for the rest of their lives.