I am the Bandit King of the East Sea.

"Can doctors save a seriously ill country?" Happy asked, but then realized what he meant.

Are you saying I'm fanciful? Naive?

The magician smiled without saying a word.

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The Joker inherited the name Happy and the magician's abilities.

From that fire onward, the three of them became one.

The clown's eyes snapped open.

At that moment, from the raging black abyss around the clown's feet, a corner of something even darker than darkness suddenly appeared.

First came the ferocious and majestic long dragon head, with golden flames seemingly burning fiercely in its golden pupils.

This was an incredibly enormous creature, its wingspan seemingly capable of blotting out the sky.

The Black Flame Dragon's overwhelming pressure was almost tangible; its mere existence made these self-proclaimed gods unable to lift their heads, as if this majestic and powerful creature was born to look down upon the world.

Roar!

The Black Flame Dragon roared to the sky, and jet-black flames, accompanied by rolling sound waves, soared into the sky and swept in all directions like a tsunami!

"what happened?"

"Is it the Black Flame Dragon?"

The gods on the surrounding battlefield had no idea what was happening. Suddenly, a huge and ferocious creature appeared on the battlefield, and the pitch-black flames spewing from its giant mouth swept across the battlefield.

"not good!"

"Run away!"

The soldiers of the surrounding divine kingdom and the gods who had entered the battlefield changed their expressions drastically and fled in all directions at top speed.

The few gods who had not yet made a move, as well as the God-King on his throne, all changed their expressions.

But the clown lunged forward at top speed at that moment.

He was only a hundred meters away from the God King. As the soldiers and gods trembled and gave way under the lifelike phantom of the black flame dragon, he had no more obstacles and had already reached the God King.

The two faced each other, while the phantom of the black flame dragon, which had spread its wings and roared, had vanished into thin air.

However, the ground around them still bore the marks of scorching. Hundreds of soldiers and several divine beings had been consumed by the black flames, leaving only scorched bones and dried, charred flesh.

"It seems to be the power of the Phantom Fruit..." Sig's tightly furrowed brows relaxed as he looked on.

"Has he seen the Black Flame Dragon, or does he have a photo of it, or perhaps a drawing?"

The Phantom Fruit, originally a power acquired by a young TV presenter named Anne in the Barrett the Movie, allowed her to briefly create phantom images of Vegapunk's fire dragon and have it breathe fire by touching a picture of the dragon.

But this didn't seem to be a simple illusion. When the phantom fire dragon breathed fire, those struck by the flames actually felt the heat...

Chapter 1209 Curtain Call 5k

The Phantom Fruit is suspected of being able to briefly create a phantom of the original person, thus reproducing the user's abilities and consciousness.

These phantoms have no real physical form and can only exist briefly, but they seem to have a real impact on reality.

From this perspective, it might be somewhat similar to the Tanuki-tanuki Fruit of the Lone Red, which allows her to materialize images of others through memories.

“Old Man Sig…” Violet lowered her hands, her expression somewhat complicated, and walked to Sig’s side.

What Violet cared about wasn't the powerful abilities of the Phantom Fruit, but what she had just seen.

Throughout the previous battle, she had been trying to peer into the Joker's mind, and just now, during the Joker's recollection, she also glimpsed some of the Joker's deeply hidden memories.

"Let's see it with our own eyes."

Violet made an OK sign and placed it in front of Sig.

..........................

Amidst the scorching flames, the former circus site collapsed in a deafening roar.

Along with the house, Happy and the magician, who were unable to escape, were also engulfed in flames.

The towering flames illuminated the night sky, and only one person emerged from the burning ruins.

The rainbow of colors flashed by in an instant, and the guardian deity arrived late.

"why me?"

Of the three, one is a prince of gods, and the other is a magician with "divine power".

Why am I the only one who survived?

"Aren't you a god? Aren't you the guardian deity of the kingdom of God?"

Faced with the clown's continuous questioning, the guardian's face, illuminated by the firelight, showed signs of aging.

"Even if they are called guardian deities, they are far from being omniscient and omnipotent, or able to see everything clearly."

The gatekeeper looked somewhat tired; even the most powerful person could not possibly have a complete view of the entire divine kingdom and take in everything.

"There has never been any god in this country."

"I'm just an old gatekeeper."

The gatekeeper looked at the clown with empty eyes and whispered:

"If you are still alive, you will only incur the wrath of the God King, and your fate may be worse than death."

The guardian spirit grabbed the last survivor, its body transforming into rainbow light and disappearing rapidly, rushing towards the blue sea below the clouds.

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The God-King scrutinized the clown before him and slowly rose from his throne.

He remained calm throughout the Joker's breakout, sitting on his throne and looking down on the battle, but at this moment he was finally slightly moved.

The surrounding gods and soldiers had also surged forward again, surrounding the clowns.

Surrounded by the crowd, the clown was covered in wounds, his body trembling. There was hardly any unscathed skin left, and his clown costume was stained red with blood. Only his face, which he had been covering, was relatively unharmed.

Even though the most powerful high-ranking gods haven't made a move yet, being able to break through to this extent is something even a god-king would have to look at with new respect.

Although it is a rebellion, very few people have been able to get this far over the years.

"All of you, step back." The God-King waved his hand lightly and gave the order. The surrounding soldiers immediately stepped back, clearing a large area.

"I'm very surprised," the God-King said softly.

"You actually walked up to me."

"In that case, the next battle will be between the God King and the challenger."

The God-King clenched his fist, and a layer of gray, stone-like substance quietly covered his body as he fired forward.

A dark current surged forth, and the clown clenched his fist. The surging dark tide erupted in an instant, and the distorted gravity cracked the ground, pulling debris into the air.

Roar!

Amidst a majestic roar, the phantom of the Black Flame Dragon reappeared, and the dense darkness created by the Dark-Dark Fruit and the black flames spewed by the Black Flame Dragon erupted completely at this moment.

But the next moment.

The God-King's figure pierced the darkness like a golden meteor, and with a single strike, he penetrated the illusion of the Black Flame Dragon, tearing the massive illusion to shreds.

With a deafening roar, the ground of the sky island trembled.

With a wave of his hand, the God-King unleashed a powerful gust of wind that dispersed the smoke.

Amidst the cracked earth, the God-King stood tall and imposing.

He stood there bare-handed, his exquisitely woven golden robe scorched by the flames, the blackened, stone-like substance on his body receding, revealing his human flesh with only minor scratches.

"This farce should end."

The God-King stood with his hands behind his back, his tall figure looking down at the clown who was barely standing in front of him.

The clown's situation was far worse. God King's punch landed squarely on his face. He shakily stood up again, but with great difficulty, and had no strength left to fight.

His clown makeup was ruined, his whole body was covered in blood, and his clown costume was tattered, making him look extremely miserable.

Even after breaking through the barriers of the gods and arriving before the King of Gods, there were still insurmountable obstacles in front of him.

The God-King scrutinized the clown before him, his brow furrowing slightly.

"You already possess considerable power, and you're a dual-ability user, yet you're still continuing your clown game?"

He waved his hand:

"Come back with me."

"Throw away these ridiculous clothes, put on some clean ones, and wash your face properly."

"This farce is over. You can be your prince again."

For the other gods, this rebellion was a matter of state.

But for the god-king who rules the country, it is really just a family matter.

The clown stared at him expressionlessly, without saying a word.

"What? Still causing trouble?" The God-King frowned even deeper, his eyes flashing with anger. He glanced furiously at the gods in the distance, his voice tinged with barely suppressed rage.

"How long are you going to keep humiliating me?"

The clown straightened his back, looked at the god-king before him, and remained expressionless.

“So, you never understood him,” he said softly.

"Ok?"

The God King suddenly realized something was wrong. The clown's voice sounded unfamiliar to him, and he stared intently at the clown's face.

The attack just now ruined the clown's face paint, and the half of his face beneath the paint seemed to differ somewhat from the image of the god prince he remembered.

"Who...who are you?"

A sudden surge of panic appeared on the God-King's face. His previous composure and calmness crumbled instantly, and he instinctively took two steps back.

"I?"