One Piece: My Monster Girls Have Become Beasts?

Chapter 234 Rocks is dead, the Golden Lion shall rise!

Sending his subordinates to help the red-haired man break through the encirclement was Garin's last desperate gamble.

He was going to lead the main force of the Knights of God, and even bring those eye-catching flags and treasures, to crash into the densest encirclement of the pirates and Brian's forces.

He wanted to use his own life, and the blood of the entire remnant of the Knights of God, to weave a vast net, drawing all the firepower, attention, and Brian's focus onto himself.

"Knights of God! Draw your swords!" Garin roared, his voice even drowning out the distant roar of the ocean waves.

"For the glory of the Holy Land! Fight your way out!"

His tattered cloak fluttered in the gale, and due to the excessive force, the stone pillar beneath his feet cracked again, revealing a spiderweb-like pattern. He not only had to attract the pirates, but also had to put on a show of "heroic sacrifice" in front of those cowardly Celestial Dragons, in order to cover up the submarine carrying Figarand's last embers.

At the same time, he was confident that with his strength and arrangements, he would not die in this place. After all, he was Korin, one of the top figures among the Celestial Dragons!

As Garin led his team, transforming into a streak of red lightning and crashing into the front lines of the battlefield, the entire battle of God Valley erupted once again with a deafening collision.

In the shadows, several assassins cautiously lifted the ornate wooden crate and, under the cover of the smoke, quickly disappeared into the pile of rocks.

They thought this was their only hope for survival, but little did they know that in the looting circle on the other side, pairs of sinister, vertical pupils belonging to the monster girls had already set their sights on these prey who were trying to take treasures from the "Tomb of the Gods".

Garin swung his sword forward, and under the overwhelming pressure of the surging aura, he glanced back at that corner one last time. In his heart, he silently prayed to the being sitting on the Void Throne, asking that even if not for his loyalty, he should at least protect the red-haired child for the sake of the Figarando family's generations-long protection of the secret.

However, on this night when even the gods were taken back, the fate of God Valley was no longer in the control of the Celestial Dragons.

On the other side of the battlefield, the pirates' reaction, after an initial few seconds of deathly silence and stagnation, quickly shifted to another extreme, a chilling frenzy.

The sky above God Valley has been completely shattered. What was once the "sacred land" where the Celestial Dragons hunted for generations is now like a crumpled rag soaked in a pool of blood. The earth is cracked, the tide is surging, and the air is filled with the scorching ozone smell left by the clash of high concentrations of Conqueror's Haki.

In the heart of this near-hellish ruin, Whitebeard Newgate stands like an unshakeable demon god atop a small hill piled high with the corpses of elite naval soldiers.

It was a bloody staircase, every corpse belonging to a former Navy officer of colonel rank or higher, but under Newgate's fist, powerful enough to shatter space, all glory turned to mud.

"Gurararara, what a magnificent farewell, Captain Rocks."

Newgate let out a wild, yet slightly melancholic laugh, his voice echoing through the smoke-filled air and causing the remaining stone pillars around him to crumble.

He swung his Supreme Grade Sword, Murakumogiri, with a sudden, powerful swing. The heavy blade sliced ​​through the air in a semi-circle, producing a thunderous boom that shook off the blood and grime remaining on the blade, belonging to the Navy and World Government agents. The blood trickled down the gaps in the pile of corpses, gathering in dark red ripples in the low-lying areas.

At this moment, Newgate was in a rather miserable state, but he was also at his peak.

His body was covered with hundreds of knife wounds and bullet holes, and blood almost stained half of his body. The most shocking wound was on his left abdomen, where a specially made heavy artillery shell that exploded at close range had grazed a huge gash, and the writhing muscle tissue could even be vaguely seen.

But this level of physical pain did not make the man show any signs of fatigue. On the contrary, it was like throwing a spark into a dry pile of firewood. The aura that belonged to the top experts of the sea became more and more condensed and profound under the continuous baptism of that terrifying pressure, just like a piece of black iron that had been forged and tempered a thousand times.

He lowered his head slightly and looked into the distance. On the rocks scorched by lightning, Vice Admiral Monkey D. Garp, whom he had always regarded as his rival, sat lost in thought.

Garp's usually fearless, iron fists, capable of shattering mountains, were trembling slightly. It wasn't from fear, but from the violent tremor of a collapsing faith. In those bloodshot eyes, Newgate clearly saw Garp's extreme disillusionment with his so-called "superiors," those Celestial Dragons who lurked in the shadows and treated all living beings as worthless.

Newgate let out a cold snort and did not choose to press his advantage. For powerhouses of their caliber, such clashes had long since transcended the simple matter of life and death.

He sighed inwardly. In this epic farce called "justice" and "evil," he, a pirate who was seen as utterly wicked by outsiders, was far more clear-headed than these soldiers who wore snow-white cloaks of justice but had to protect trash like the Celestial Dragons.

Newgate's feelings about the fall of Rocks were extremely complex.

This emotion is not as simple as "the fox mourns the death of the rabbit," but more of a release brought about by a wild instinct and a complete settlement of a past event.

He still remembered his youth when he had just left his hometown and was running around trying to raise money to send back to that barren land. It was Lox D. Gibbek, the madman who roamed the seas, who was the first to reach out to him.

Although Newgate viewed Rocks's code of conduct as too extreme, too insane, and even filled with the rage to destroy the world, it is undeniable that in that darkest era of warring factions, Rocks provided him with a stage to wield his power at will, and gave him the financial resources and deterrent force to protect his homeland.

As the first official member to join the Rocks Pirates, Newgate had observed Rocks up close countless times. He was grateful for Rocks' care for him, an "outsider," during those years, but unfortunately, Rocks' grand ambition, which was enough to devour gods, was ultimately lost in the lust for power.

Newgate's character destined him to be unlike Locus, who would sacrifice all his companions and family for the Void Throne. To him, the most precious thing on this sea was never the throne of the world's king, but a cup of sake and those companions who shared hardships with him and whom he regarded as "family."

"If you could just let go of your obsessive ambition a little, perhaps this ocean really would become your plaything, Captain Rocks," Newgate murmured to himself, his tone tinged with the regret of parting from an old friend.

He recalled Rocks's final explosion before his death, an ultimate rage that ignited even the soul as fuel. In that moment, the madman shattered those lofty "gods" and tore a piece of bloody flesh from the Celestial Dragons' faces.

This way of dying, though violent, is really powerful.

"I never imagined that your final bombing would be something I'd remember for the rest of my life." Newgate stood proudly atop the mountain of corpses, the setting sun piercing through the clouds in the distance, casting his enormous shadow long across the floor.

His spine was ramrod straight, as if he wanted to support the gradually collapsing sky once more.

The sea breeze blew by, ruffling the tattered cloak behind him.

The end of the Rocks era was both the breaking of a heavy shackle and the beginning of a new era for him.

He knew that from now on, there would be no madman on this sea who could suppress him. He would define what true "power" was in his own way and protect what he truly treasured.

But before that, he certainly wouldn't miss out on the good things in God Valley.

"Hahaha, Newgate, I'm here!"

Before Whitebeard could make a move, bursts of wild, unrestrained laughter, tinged with intense ambition, echoed from the sky like a sharp sword piercing the heavens.

With that maniacal laughter, beneath the sky torn apart by Conqueror's Haki, a golden figure streaked wildly across the low sky above the battlefield. It was a young man of only twenty-one years old, with wild, unruly golden hair like a lion's mane, dancing wildly in the blood-stained wind, like an underage demon god who controlled the sky.

Shiki the Golden Lion was hovering in mid-air, his face, already filled with violence, etched with mockery of the era. Unlike the others, he did not feel lost; instead, he felt an unprecedented sense of relief because of Rocks' death.

"The captain's gone, Newgate, did you hear that? The chain around our necks has finally broken! The mountain called Rocks that weighed us down has collapsed!"

Shiki suddenly flicked his sleeve, and the weightlessness caused by the power of the Float-Float Fruit made the boulders within a hundred meters radius rise into the air, and then, under his will, they turned into countless meteors that crashed down on the fleeing Marines.

"This ocean deserves a new king! Since Rocks failed, then I, Shiki the Golden Lion, will be the next true king to reign over the New World! Hahahaha!"

At this moment, Shiki inexplicably thought of a sentence that seemed to express his turbulent emotions: Rocks is dead, the Golden Lion shall rise!

Shiki's self-bright light was like a knife, slicing fiercely towards the Warring States period not far away.

Just now, he fought a fierce battle with Sengoku, who was in his prime, and the clash of their ultimate moves almost shattered the clouds that had never dissipated over God Valley.

However, when the bizarre scene of the Five Elders being "reclaimed" by the golden light from the Void Throne occurred, Shiki revealed the most insane side of himself as a top-tier ambitious man.

Unlike Sengoku, he wasn't terrified by the world-destroying power displayed by Im. Instead, he was so stimulated by the power that could manipulate the world's highest authority at will that his eyes turned bloodshot.

In the eyes of this gambler-like madman, if even the so-called "god" who rules the world can be taken away like a dead dog, then what is impossible for this ocean? Who in this world is irreplaceable?

"Shiki, stop posing and looking cool. If you keep staring, the Celestial Dragons' treasury will grow wings and fly away!"

"In the blink of an eye, Charlotte Linlin's sharp, excited, and extremely greedy voice exploded in the air above the ruins of the battlefield."

As one of the four high-ranking officers of the Rocks Pirates, Linlin was in an extremely ferocious state at this moment. Her huge body rampaged across the battlefield, like a Tyrannosaurus Rex that had broken out of an ancient forbidden land.

Beside her stood the still-young but already possessing an iron will, former apprentice of the Rocks Pirates.

Kaido, one of Linlin's male lovers, is currently enacting an extreme act of violent beauty. These two "massive" monsters have just joined forces to end a horrific massacre.

What stood in their way was the World Government's prized secret weapon: a high-ranking member of CP0, a top-tier fighter known as "the Celestial Dragons' strongest shield," possessing genuine Admiral-level combat strength.

However, faced with Linlin's soul incantation and Kaido's extremely domineering Thunder Bagua, this so-called "shield" has now completely disappeared from the organization of this world.

Half of the CP0 executive's body had been smashed into a bloody pulp by Kaido's spiked club. Kaido's young face was covered in blood, and his breathing was heavy as a bull's, each breath carrying a violent electric current.

"Ugh, so weak. The so-called Shield of God is nothing special."

Kaido casually flicked his wrist, scattering the white uniform scraps and bone fragments stuck to his spiked club onto the ground. The white cloth on the ground had long since been stained a deep purple, mixed with dirt, resembling a mottled shroud.

Lingling then let out a chilling laugh. She licked her thick, blood-stained red lips, her right hand gripping Zeus, the thundercloud that crackled with thunder, while her left hand held Prometheus, the sun that radiated heat enough to melt steel.

At her feet, several CP0 agents, still clinging to life, were writhing in despair, their bodies mangled and broken, some even missing their lower bodies.

But then the most chilling thing happened!

Lingling bent slightly, her eyes turning pure white. "Soul Acupoint! Soul Incantation!"

As she chanted, the souls of the agents who were still alive were torn from their bodies like wisps of translucent white smoke by some terrifying force. The excruciating pain of having their souls forcibly ripped away caused these agents, who had undergone extreme stress training, to let out the most mournful cries of their lives.

"Help—kill me—please kill me—"

These pleas for mercy did not elicit any pity from Lingling; instead, they became her greatest stimulant. She laughed wildly, casually squeezing and crushing the souls as if they were cotton candy. Then, with a backhand press, she forcibly stuffed these soul fragments into the surrounding ruins of broken buildings and the remains of broken weapons.

Following Lingling's actions, dramatic changes began to occur!