I am the Bandit King of the East Sea.

Although he still had the same ordinary yet handsome face, this person had a melancholy temperament, an indifferent expression, and an aura that kept strangers at bay.

Sig, middle-aged or elderly?

This surprised Roger and Whitebeard slightly.

As someone from the same generation as them, Sieg never seemed to age, so his appearance was quite a novelty to them.

"And who is he?" This question echoed in everyone's minds.

But the most intense reaction came from Im, who frowned as she looked at the seventh person emerging from the black mist and blurted out:

"You are not the mountain from eight hundred years ago... Who are you?"

Eight hundred years ago, Sig had a different face after his transformation, and he didn't look like this.

The words fell.

The entire audience was astonished.

A "mountain" from eight hundred years ago?

Is this yet another hidden identity and another experience for Sieg?

Could it be that he is not a person of this era, but a monster from the same era as Im, who has lived for eight hundred years?

This sent a chill down the spines of countless people on both sides of the battlefield. Was Sieg hiding too many secrets?

Could it be that the Sigurd they know, the infamous bandit king known throughout the world, has already fought his way to the World Government, and his true identity has only been revealed in the tip of the iceberg?

"Ok?"

The seventh person also heard Im's words. He couldn't help but glance at Im, then paused in surprise, somewhat puzzled.

"Im in this world is actually a woman without a vagina?"

The seventh person.

Parallel world, Emperor Sigmar.

If we say that the Mountain Bandit King is Higuma, who was constantly pursued and intercepted by the Navy and the World Government without any rest, and was eventually forced to embark on the path of the Mountain Bandit King by deceiving others, then Higuma is a true mountain bandit king.

So Higuma is another possibility. He may have embarked on the naval path by undergoing self-hypnosis and forced training in a relatively safe place at the Navy Headquarters.

Sigma, on the other hand, represents the third possibility, existing outside of this realm.

Emperor Sigmar, who nearly wiped out a species by slaughtering panda birds, also did not cultivate Haki, but his telekinetic abilities reached the pinnacle of a parallel world.

Sigma's words, like Im's, contained a wealth of information, so much so that Roger and the others were stunned on the spot.

"Judging from this... could this be Sig from another world? Is it the other dimension that Sig once spoke of?"

Roger was stunned for a long time.

He had just set his grand goal of exploring the stars and the sea, and now he had discovered another place that might be even wider and more boundless than the starry sky...

"This is really..." He grinned, revealing a set of white teeth. Although he was actually over sixty years old, he was smiling like Luffy.

“The world is truly vast,” Roger laughed.

"Is this Sig's hidden seventh identity?" The crowd buzzed with discussion, the discussion erupting into a frenzy.

"Could there be an eighth identity, Shan?"

"So how many Sigs are there? How many things is he still hiding?"

The unknown is the greatest fear.

It was thought that this was the moment when Sieg's secrets would be exposed, and his past experiences would be peeled back like an onion.

When you peel back to the last layer, you discover that there's actually a Russian nesting doll hidden inside?

This made Phoenix Palace's eyes widen, her whole body tremble, yet she also felt an indescribable excitement.

She thought she had stripped Sig naked, but she never expected that the depraved Sig was wearing several pairs of underwear underneath, making it impossible to tell the extent of his genitals.

The fog dissipated.

But deeper within the fog lies an even deeper fog.

A question echoed in the minds of everyone on the battlefield.

Who exactly is Sieg? Who else could he be?

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Chapter 1290 The Final Battle (12,000 words revised)

As Sigma stepped out of the black mist, he immediately discovered that the Flying Thunder God Technique was ineffective against Im.

He didn't care whether others were surprised by his identity or not; he was only quite interested in the unusual Im in front of him.

"A way to evade the Flying Thunder God Technique? This is the first time I've ever seen anything like it. An interesting woman."

He took the second step.

The invisible telekinetic force swept across the battlefield like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down.

Rubble, gravel, broken swords, metal fragments, pieces of floorboards...

On this battlefield now reduced to ruins, countless tiny objects seemed to be kneaded and sharpened by an invisible hand, turning their direction towards Im.

In an instant, countless metal fragments, like ten thousand bolts of lightning, ripped through the sky, traversing Im's body several times at subsonic speeds within a second.

In the blink of an eye, a cloud of blood mist exploded from Im's body. His skin was no longer intact, and broken bone fragments pierced through his skin, scattered all over the ground.

A massive, jet-black cross slammed down from the side, followed by a roar of golden dragon-shaped energy. Black smoke and fire swirled around Im's body, and several others launched their attacks simultaneously.

In the blink of an eye.

Im, who had just been captured by Lox's clone with "Dark Water," was now lying in a pool of blood amidst the ruins, his body torn to pieces.

"Is he dead?" Sigma stomped on a thigh on the ground, his invisible telekinetic power crushing the thigh into a blurry mass of flesh and blood.

With his body shattered like this, the only one who could survive is Buggy, the Chop-Chop ability user.

Moreover, Im had just been imprisoned by Rocks' clone with Dark Water, and his Devil Fruit powers were temporarily unusable.

"Ok?"

Sigma looked down and frowned slightly.

Im, who was already torn to pieces on the ground, was rapidly writhing and changing, rising up again at an unbelievable speed and transforming into five or six blurry human figures.

These lumps of humanoid flesh were about two meters tall, only roughly resembling human shapes, with blurred facial features, but the outline of Im could be barely discerned.

"I am immortal..." A mouth quickly formed on the blurry humanoid face, uttering the voice of Im.

"For eight hundred years, no one has been able to kill me."

"And you... are ultimately just fleeting, bright lights in the long river of time, destined to be extinguished."

Im's body was torn to pieces, but she also broke free from Lox's dark waters.

If she were a normal human being, she would have died long ago; however, at this point, her physical structure was clearly different from that of an ordinary person.

Neither the heart nor the penis, these vital organs, are present in her current body.

“Her body has no vital organs; maintaining a superficial human form might just be a matter of sentiment, or... a trap.” Higuma glanced at his severed arm.

"There are now five or six Ims? This is plagiarizing my moves, shameless." Wang Xige shook his head inwardly. He raised his fist and charged at one of the Ims, his fist force piercing the air.

"So, without any vital organs like a normal person, one wouldn't die even if their body were cut to pieces?" Sigma looked at Im before him, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Nice toy."

His palm was facing upwards, and his fingers were slightly curled up.

The telekinetic Flying Thunder God technique is auto-aiming, but for someone who has pushed telekinesis to its limits, switching to manual aiming wouldn't make much of a difference.

If Dracula's power lay in exploiting his enemies, then Sigmar's level of skill had reached a transcendent state, no longer concerned with whether others had connections or not.

"Piercing Hell".

At that moment, countless rubble and stones were once again swept up by an invisible force, the ground arched up like ocean waves, and dense spikes over two meters long protruded from the ground, piercing the bodies of these Ims from below and exiting through their mouths, splattering blood everywhere.

But Sigmar did not stop there; he turned his head to look.

Above the clouds, the massive metal warship Dushan, cast entirely from alloy, came into his eyes, which were as deep and unfathomable as an abyss.

"Sword, come," he murmured.

At this moment.

The boundless sea of ​​clouds in his eyes seemed to boil.

The vast and boundless power of thought poured out without reservation, like an endless transparent sea rising into the sky, carrying thousands of waves as it roared.

The instant the psychic waves swept across the battlefield of Kronos, countless powerful warriors engaged in battle felt a sudden sense of alarm.

The world's top experts almost all possess top-tier Observation Haki, making them highly sensitive to danger and fluctuations in power.

The power of that telekinetic force left them both shocked and bewildered.

"What...what kind of power is this?"

"Is it some kind of Devil Fruit? Or Haki? It doesn't quite seem like it?"

Like birds and beasts before an earthquake, they instinctively sense the impending crisis, even though they don't know what will happen.

When they looked up at the sky, their hearts were shaken once again.

In their eyes.

Suddenly, the sky changed.

it's dark.

Suddenly, a huge dark cloud covered the sky, like an emperor reigning over it.

Sigmar's eyes were as deep as the sea. He stood on the air, with towering black clouds on his back, looking down at the sky, his robes fluttering in the wind.

As he made a grasping motion with his palm, the shapeless "black cloud" seemed to be kneaded by an invisible hand, transforming into a sword-shaped cloud that pierced through the sky for thousands of meters.

Only upon close inspection can one discern that the dark clouds obscuring the sky behind him are actually countless longswords.