radicalducati Chapter 1675 The Regretful Birdman
Chapter 1675 The Regretful Birdman
When the Founding Titan, or more accurately, the Bone Giant, revealed its terrifying true form to the dissipating smoke of the sky, the entire world seemed to fall silent in that instant.
This sheer size has completely surpassed the cognitive boundaries of humans, and even ordinary giants.
It was no longer a measurable, tangible creature, but rather a world-destroying totem that seemed to have stepped directly out of ancient myths and apocalyptic epics.
A conceptual existential fear, simply lying there quietly, the outline of mountains formed by their skeletons is enough to crush the rationality of ordinary people.
Moreover, most of those who witnessed this scene, in their extreme shock, overlooked a crucial detail.
At this moment, Eren's physical strength and control may not be enough to fully reproduce the legendary Founding Titan in its prime.
In the rush and under extreme emotional turmoil, the transformation resulted in a half-finished product consisting only of a skeleton, not yet covered with flesh and fascia.
Or rather, it could be described as the initial stage of some kind of power going berserk, a state of instability.
This incompleteness, unintentionally, created another form of terror, a purer kind of horror.
The pale, enormous skeleton, exposed naked to the air, stripped of all biological warmth and softness, leaving only the most primitive framework and the coldest structural mechanics.
The empty chest cavity, with its jagged ribs standing out like a moving mountain of white bones, exuded an aura of death and end, adding a touch of inhuman and eerie horror compared to the muscular, complete body.
"Could this be the progenitor of all giants?" a survivor asked tremblingly from within the water curtain.
“Or perhaps the source of all giants?!” another person interjected, their voice filled with awe for the origin.
Sani quickly pulled back the hair he had used to blow away the smoke and dust, restoring the beautiful strands to their normal length, which swayed slightly behind him.
His expression was more solemn than ever before, and the skeletal giant, thousands of meters tall, lay quietly before him.
It has not yet openly revealed direct hostility towards the tiny humans around it, but the oppression stemming from the difference in their level of life is already suffocating.
The straw that Atomic Samurai was holding in his mouth had fallen to the ground at some point.
The moment the smoke cleared and the giant's true form was revealed, he gaped in astonishment, a look of disbelief that lasted for a full minute.
As a top swordsman, he had seen countless grand scenes, but the sight before him still exceeded his imagination.
However, his hand never left the hilt of the knife at his waist.
"How do I deal with a monster of this level?" he muttered to himself, his voice hoarse.
The only potentially effective way he could think of to attack was to use his extreme speed to risk his life and rush to the enormous head.
Before the opponent could react, he unleashed his strongest atomic slash, attempting to cleave the head into countless invisible elementary particles in an instant.
"If this kind of monster could also use Haki..."
The moment this thought crossed his mind, he felt a wave of despair and helplessness.
Haki, especially Armament Haki, is the foundation of offense and defense in this world when fighting against Devil Fruit users.
If the terrifying Founding Titan in front of us could skillfully use Armament Haki, or even Conqueror's Haki.
Therefore, the total amount of domineering energy that his body can store and mobilize, combined with this world-destroying body, will create a destructive force that is truly a natural disaster.
Unstoppable, uncontrollable!
Juvia, standing to the side, was also deathly pale.
As a Logia-type user of the Rain-Rain Fruit, her biggest headache is encountering a powerful individual who can skillfully use advanced Haki. As for the Human King in front of her, she didn't even dare to imagine that possibility.
Meanwhile, in Marineford, the thick smoke that had shrouded the Sabaody Archipelago finally dissipated, and the visually striking skeletal body of the Founding Giant was clearly visible to every powerful being capable of observing it.
Even the small group of people standing at the pinnacle of this world were all deeply shocked at this moment, and their faces showed varying degrees of amazement.
From his vantage point, high in the sky, Shiki couldn't even see Eren's enormous head.
All that could be seen was a terrifying chest frame made up of ribs thousands of meters high, resembling a forest of bones.
Those towering, pale white bone pillars formed a visible sea of bones, as if anyone who ventured into it would be swallowed up by endless white bones, sending chills down one's spine.
"Judging from this, it shouldn't be the complete form yet; at least the lower body hasn't appeared."
The portion from the skull to the chest cavity alone is already enormous.
If we were to give this Founding Titan proportional lower limbs, allowing it to truly stand upright, it would be a true towering giant.
Why would Allen appear in the Sabaody Archipelago at this time?
Was it all just a coincidence?
On the other side of the battlefield, Sakazuki, transformed into the Lava Demon, was still confronting Takemikazuchi. But in this brief moment, his gaze also pierced through space, coldly casting his eyes towards the Sabaody Archipelago.
The gigantic, skeletal shadow made his magma body seem to radiate even more intense, scorching flames.
His voice echoed low and deep amidst the boiling lava, “The Human King is indeed an extremely uncontrollable biological weapon.”
If Nico Robin's translation of the Poneglyphs was accurate, then the appearance of the Human King was itself a prelude to destruction.
Whether it's Eren or anyone else who obtains this power, it will ultimately lead this world to an irreversible end.
In a sense, the appearance of the Human King is the clearest signal imaginable.
This world may already be on an irreversible historical path toward destruction.
While the world's attention was drawn to the astonishing skeletal giant, on the edge of the chaotic battlefield in the Sabaody Archipelago, a group of reckless individuals were working frantically.
The journalists sent by Morgans!
These fanatics, who would risk their lives for firsthand news, climbed to the still-standing high ground and put their most advanced camera Den Den Mushi (snail phone) and recording equipment into their hands.
They aimed their cameras at the enormous skeletal giant, so large that the lens couldn't even capture it, and frantically pressed the shutter button, adjusting the focus to broadcast everything happening on the islands to the outside world via radio waves.
"Take lots of pictures, especially of that skeleton, it's not the King of Men," a branch office manager hiding in an underground bunker roared at the Den Den Mushi.
"President Morgans personally ordered that the bonus be increased fivefold! No, tenfold! As long as you can send back the clearest and most stunning footage!"
At this moment, Morgans himself was not in the Sabaody Archipelago, or even near Marineford.
This birdman is currently in a branch office in a safe area far from the battlefield.
He had just finished receiving a series of calls from frontline reporters, the calls filled with static, as they used promises of large sums of money and passionate rhetoric to entice his reckless subordinates.
After finishing his last phone call, he flung open the office door in a fit of rage, and in his signature hoarse voice, roared at all the busy staff in the branch office: "Everyone, no rest today! Double your bonus! No! Triple it!"
"Immediately! Produce a special edition for me!"
He flapped his wings, his feathers trembling with excitement, “Before the Battle of Marineford ends, I want to see new newspapers with headlines like ‘The King of Men Appears, the Fourth Ancient Weapon Tears Through Sabaody’ spread across every island that can still deliver newspapers!”
"Quick! Quick! Quick! All departments, get moving! Editorial department, write the articles, printing department, stand by, distribution department, prepare all the albatrosses!"
Driven by the huge bonus and the president's eccentric aura, the entire branch office instantly entered a frenzied state of high-efficiency operation.
The sounds of banging on the telegraph machine, shouting over arguing headlines, running footsteps, and the rumble of the printing press heating up all converged at once.
If any department is even slightly slow, the head of another department will rush over, slam the table, and start arguing. The office is filled with the tension of another battlefield, and they're just short of actually fighting.
For these journalists, witnessing and recording history is an instinct ingrained in their blood.
And at this moment, they are standing at a historic juncture that may rewrite the course of the entire world.
Everyone felt a deep sense of participation, and no one wanted to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Looking at the bustling scene inside the branch office, resembling a wartime command post, Morgans took a deep breath, his mood calming down slightly, but he couldn't help but think of his goddaughter, Yamato.
He suddenly felt a little regretful.
We shouldn't have let that girl have her way and allowed her to stay in the perilous Marineford to do some live streaming.
Although it could bring unprecedented ratings and buzz, it's too dangerous!
If he had known that a terrorist incident of this magnitude would happen in the Sabaody Archipelago, he should have forced her to take him along and run away together.
Morgans himself was an extremely suicidal guy.
Although he had important businesses and branches in the Sabaody Archipelago, it was too close to the main battlefield of Marineford, not to mention that a new king had emerged.
Therefore, in the early stages of the war, he wisely moved to the relatively safe rear, which now seems like a wise choice.
He walked to the huge screen wall, which was displaying live feeds of different angles transmitted from the front lines.
The largest screen was pointed directly at the skeletal Founding Titan.
Even through the screen, even the well-informed Morgans couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine from the oppressive atmosphere conveyed in the scene.
“It’s…huge.” He murmured softly, his bird-beak-like mouth slightly open.
Its massive size meant that even the World Economic News' most advanced broadcast cameras couldn't capture its entirety in one shot.
Only by constantly zooming out and changing angles can one barely grasp a corner of its scale.
"The world is about to change..."