One Piece: My Monster Girls Have Become Beasts?

Chapter 233 The Collapse and Recovery of Divine Authority, the Appearance of the Red-Haired Child!

On this scorched earth, forcibly torn apart by tyranny, the faction that once represented the highest order of the world has now been completely reduced to a spiritual ruin.

Those members of the "Knights of God," who were usually so arrogant and seemed to exude an aura of holiness, were now all pale-faced, and the famous swords in their hands were even trembling violently. This trembling did not stem from physical exhaustion, but from the complete shattering of their understanding.

To them, the Five Elders were the heavens, the absolute authority that had maintained world order for eight hundred years, the embodiment of invincibility and unapproachability. But just now, in front of that monster named Brian, the three War Gods were being wantonly kneaded like lambs to the slaughter.

Satan Saint's claws were snapped in two, Mars Saint's wings were torn apart, and Nasshouro Saint's demonic sword, capable of freezing souls, was broken into several pieces. When Brian killed these three supreme rulers in a pool of blood with an almost divine gesture, the faith of the Knights of God collapsed.

However, something even more suffocating happened.

At the very instant the three Five Elders breathed their last, there was no thunder or warning in the sky, only a cold,

A holy yet eerily inhuman golden light, like a sword piercing the universe, hung straight down in front of Brian.

The oppressive force emanating from the beam of light instantly rendered all the CP agents present incapable of thinking. They knelt down in droves, not even having the right to look up.

"Commander, who is that? Who took Lord Satan and the other two away?" A member of the knight order asked, his voice trembling uncontrollably. He looked at Figarando Garin, his eyes filled with despair at the unknown.

In his view, the light was not salvation, because it did not eliminate Brian, the murderer of the god of death, but rather absorbed and carried away the three broken corpses with extreme efficiency and ruthlessness, just like cleaning up damaged valuable furniture, and finally disappeared into the clouds.

Garin Sei stood atop a half-broken stone pillar. His signature crescent-shaped hair was disheveled by the aftershocks of the previous battle, and a few strands of white hair were stuck to his forehead with blood. The crimson longsword that once represented supreme glory supported his nearly exhausted body on the ground. For the first time, a look of "trembling" appeared in Garin Sei's sharp eyes.

His miserable state did not happen overnight, but was completely worn down by two consecutive waves of near-suicidal battlefield baptisms.

Not long ago, he confidently brandished his sword, pointing it directly at the most restless source of the sea: Brian of the Beasts, a high-ranking officer of the Rocks Pirates.

That man's power was utterly unreasonable; every strike he made carried the madness of shattering planes. Garin Saint's prized Figarando swordsmanship was like a clumsy juggling act in front of him. The suffocating feeling of being completely suppressed made him realize for the first time that the so-called title of "Knights of God" was nothing but a self-deceiving fig leaf in the face of a true monster.

After severely injuring him, Brian didn't even bother to finish him off. He just gave a contemptuous smile and turned to face the main battlefield of Lox, where even space was collapsing. Before the humiliation of being regarded as an ant had dissipated, Garin Saint was subjected to even more endless torment.

The monster girl named Reshia under Brian's command, a thunder dragon girl clad in raging lightning, roared and took control of the battle. Although Reshia's strength was not comparable to Brian's inhuman level, that monster burning with dragon blood was fighting for its life, countless crimson and blue arcs of electricity like iron chains locking Garin Saint firmly in place.

He swung his sword, slashed, and parried, each movement aggravating the old wounds inflicted by Brian, blood dripping continuously from the seams of his armor. He had never fought such a frustrating battle; Resia's almost frenzied fighting left him no time to spare, and he could only watch helplessly as the island marched toward destruction.

Just now, Rachel seemed to have received some mysterious signal, and she also let out a cold snort, turning into a bolt of lightning and disappearing into the depths of the smoke. Only then was Garin Saint barely able to escape. But when he stumbled and staggered to the top of the stone pillar, all his pride had been completely shattered.

At this moment, he was covered in dust and his body was charred black. Not only was his armor broken, but even the hand holding his sword was twitching uncontrollably.

Forget the nobility of the Celestial Dragons, forget the majesty of the children of God. After being humiliated by Brian and relentlessly pursued by the monster girl, all that remained in his hardened heart was the instinctive fear of facing the abyss.

He looked down at the crimson longsword, its blade chipped in several places. Once upon a time, this sword had beheaded countless lowly heads, but now it seemed more like a shaky crutch, supporting the last remnants of a ruler from an old era.

He knew more than ordinary agents or even ordinary members of the Knights.

Deep within Mary Geoise, upon the Void Throne where even the Five Elders kneel, lies a forbidden being whose very name cannot be uttered. Countless times he had pondered the true identity of "Lord Im" in the dead of night, but he had never imagined that such a being would descend upon him in such a tyrannical, ruthless manner, utterly disregarding the dignity of its subordinates.

The feeling was like the master seeing three broken, expensive porcelain pieces and casually taking them back to repair or reshape them. As for the "servants" and "guards" who died or were injured while protecting the porcelain, in the eyes of that being, they were probably not even worth dust.

"Shut up! Never ask questions you shouldn't ask, and never touch upon things you shouldn't touch!" Garin Sheng growled, his voice hoarse.

Due to the intense emotional turmoil, a metallic taste rose in his throat—a lingering wound from his confrontation with Brian. He swallowed it forcefully, forcing himself to maintain the last vestiges of dignity as captain. "That's not territory we can touch. Pass down the order: take advantage of the chaos to protect the surviving Celestial Dragons and evacuate! God Valley can't be held any longer!"

This feeling of "panic" spread like a deadly plague among the remnants of the World Government. The CP0 agents, who were usually responsible for assassinations and world surveillance, were now like lone boats adrift in a storm. They looked at the vanishing golden light, then at the scattered limbs, and the lie in their hearts about the "eternal rule of the Celestial Dragons" began to shatter with a crisp sound.

At the same time, in the evacuation passage leading to the port, on those refuge roads that they usually wouldn't even deign to walk on, the obese Celestial Dragons were staging the most twisted and ugliest absurd drama.

Those celestial beings who usually pride themselves on being "descendants of the Creator" and feel that even breathing is a blessing to this land are now rolling around in the mud without any regard for their image. These fat, pig-like "gods" are collectively losing control due to extreme fear.

"Get out of my way! You lowly trash! Let my stretcher pass first!" A Celestial Dragon wearing a half-broken bubble mask frantically waved his golden pistol, but his hand was shaking so badly that the bullets flew haphazardly into the air.

His greasy face trembled violently, snot and tears mingling and covering his entire mask, making him look like a suffocating pig trapped in a plastic bag.

"Where are the Knights of God? Where did that bastard Garin go? Why didn't he come to protect me! I'll send him to hell!" he roared in despair, completely ignoring the fact that he was stepping on the back of a wounded guard lying on the ground. The crisp sound of bones cracking was less important to him than the precious spices he had scattered all over the ground.

Behind him, a disheveled female Celestial Dragon was letting out a piercing scream. Her originally gorgeous, almost heavy, floor-length dress was now torn apart by the rubble, revealing her bloated thighs. Like a madwoman, she was tearing at the uniform of a CP agent next to her, her fingernails scratching deep, bone-revealing gashes on the agent's face.

"Get out of my way! My solid gold cutlery hasn't been loaded onto the ship yet! That's mine!" she roared, completely unaware that the enormous sapphire necklace hanging around her neck, enough to buy half a country, had fallen off during her escape and been crushed to pieces by the chaotic crowd that surged forward afterward.

When they witnessed the Five Elders being carried away by that golden light like defective products, these so-called "gods" finally touched the entity called "despair".

Their proud lineage and innate sense of superiority were as fragile as a piece of paper soaked in water before Brian's blood-stained knife and Im's ruthless "recycling" methods.

"Let me go! I am God! I cannot die here!"

A Celestial Dragon who usually paid the most attention to his appearance was now so weak that he couldn't even crawl. His massive, mountain-like body was piled on a luxurious stretcher, and foul-smelling urine dripped down the expensive, gorgeous silk into the soil, even wetting the neck of the slave at his feet.

Speaking of slaves, a strange sense of dislocation arose in God Valley at this time.

Those slaves, who wore explosive collars around their necks and were supposed to be as lowly as dust, were numbly carrying those heavy treasure chests. When they saw the "god" who usually whipped and executed them at will, wagging his tail and begging for mercy like a dog, some of the slaves suddenly stopped.

The lifeless light in their eyes began to flicker; it was the emptiness after the collapse of faith, and also the resurgence of some wildfire that had been suppressed for hundreds of years.

"Look, this is our master." A slave with a broken leg laughed hoarsely, throwing down the heavy treasure chest full of riches, letting the priceless gold coins roll into the blood.

Upon seeing this, the Celestial Dragon before him, instead of displaying his usual tyrannical authority, let out a scream and frantically retreated, clinging to his hands and feet: "No, don't look at me! You lowly commoner! Go and block that monster! I... I'll give you your freedom! Please, block Brian!"

free?!

The way those two words came from the mouth of a celestial being carried a nauseatingly cheap feel.

Such farcical scenes are commonplace along this escape route.

In order to be the first to board one of the few small escape pods, some Celestial Dragons started pulling each other's hair and frantically digging into each other's eyes with their fat, short, and greasy fingers that had never done any heavy work. They cursed each other's lineage, completely forgetting that they actually belonged to the same "noble" bloodline.

"You damned Charlos branch, what right do you have to take my place!"

"Let go! My brother is the lieutenant of the Knights of God! You should die!"

A CP0 agent watched the scene expressionlessly, his eyes practically overflowing with disgust. Just moments before, one of his colleagues had been cut in half at the waist by the pirates while covering for these cowards, and these "gods" hadn't even glanced back, only complaining on their stretchers about how slow they were to escape.

At the final moment of this Ragnarok, the escape route through the Valley of the Gods became a huge garbage dump, littered with gold bricks, crushed masks, silk mixed with excrement, and the "descendants of the Creator" who were once high above but now howled in the mud.

"Run! The sky has fallen, are we just going to stay here and wait to die?"

"Garin! Go and kill that monster named Brian! He's killing our children!"

Those sharp and piercing pleas and curses were like poisoned steel needles, stabbing deep into Figalando Garin's eardrums. As he listened to the undignified wails of his kin, the muscles at the corners of his eyes twitched uncontrollably from extreme anger and shame.

The disgraceful behavior displayed by this group of people, who usually pride themselves on being descendants of gods and holding the reins of the world, in the face of life and death, is a disgrace to the name "Figarando".

Returning to the depths of God's Valley, Garin took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surging blood in his chest. Ignoring the scrambling, thrashing pigs, he abruptly turned his head, his gaze fixed on a corner of the ruins sheltered from the wind—

fall.

In the shadow of those ruins, a magnificent wooden box made of expensive rosewood, its edges inlaid with sea monster teeth, lay quietly amidst the bloodstains. Inside the box, his infant son, still wrapped in silk, was curled up.

The child had vibrant red hair and was staring wide-eyed at the world-destroying smoke and fire around him, completely unaware that death was just around the corner.

"Captain, the firepower and the pirate encirclement are getting tighter and tighter. Although Rocks is dead, his monster subordinates have completely lost control. What should we do?" A second-in-command of the Divine Knights, his face covered in blood, stumbled to Garin's side.

Garin Saint's gaze lingered on the red-haired baby boy for less than three seconds before revealing the ruthlessness and decisiveness unique to rulers. He knew that if everyone went together, no one would survive in front of monsters like Brian and his high-ranking officers.

"Listen, you're in charge of this team." Garin grabbed his deputy by the collar, his voice low and urgent. "Take that wooden crate. Don't take the usual evacuation route; it's full of bait! Go through the lava fissure behind the Valley of the Gods. There's a small submarine I've set up there. No matter what happens, even if you all die, you must get this child out of these waters!"

The deputy shuddered, looked at the wooden box, and nodded solemnly.

"Remember, his name is Shanks, and he carries the purest blood of Figarand." Garin released his grip, then turned and held the nicked crimson longsword in his other hand, his eyes revealing a near-self-destructive madness. "The rest of you, follow me! We're going to break through the frontal sea defenses!"

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