radicalducati Chapter 471: Im's Backlash and Fury!
Chapter 471: Im's Backlash and Fury!
As Satan's enormous head fell!
At the same instant. At the highest point of the Red Line. Deep within the Holy Land of Mary Geoise.
On the Void Throne, Im's eyes widened suddenly. Anger and hatred filled the face of this ruler. His pupils contracted sharply, his gaze fixed on the suspended broadcast screen before him.
The image shows the gruesome scene of Satan's head being separated from his body.
Im felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
Im then began to convulse uncontrollably on the Void Throne. His limbs convulsed wildly.
This is the same backlash as the death of the God Knight.
The Five Elders' life and power all originate from the gift of Im. This gift is based on a strict soul contract. Now, the Satanic Life Mark has been completely erased. The unbreakable connection has been forcibly severed by external force.
The instant the rupture occurred, terrifying energy surged back. The backlash force flooded into Im's body, wreaking havoc and violently destroying his form.
The excruciating pain overwhelmed his reason. Im let out a piercing scream. His voice was sharp and hoarse. The scream echoed through the empty, confined room.
Im clutched his chest tightly with both hands, his fingers curled into claws.
Im let out a painful howl. A large mouthful of black blood gushed out, reeking of nauseating decay.
The mysterious power covering Im's body began to fluctuate violently. This was the black divine power that sustained his immortality. At this moment, the divine power was completely out of control.
The divine power began to become disordered.
Im tumbled awkwardly off the Void Throne.
Finally, his body slammed heavily onto the cold floor at the bottom of the secret chamber. The dull thud was particularly jarring. Im lay on the ground, panting heavily.
Waves of excruciating pain assaulted his brain. A sense of humiliation gnawed at Im's entire body.
His fingers scratched painfully at the hard floor. His nails broke. Ten bloody scratches were left on the stone slab. He struggled to get up. His arms were limp and he couldn't muster any strength.
He could only raise his head with difficulty. His eyes, which had once looked down on all living beings with indifference and ruthlessness, were now filled with hatred for Chen Ye and Roger's group of five.
His eyes instantly became bloodshot.
The flames of resentment and rage burned wildly in his eyes.
Extreme anger completely distorted his facial features. His face, hidden in the shadows, became ferocious and terrifying.
Eight hundred years. For a full eight hundred years, no one has dared to challenge the authority of the Creator.
No one could publicly behead their own dog. This act completely shattered Im's reason.
Im suddenly raised his head and let out a fierce roar. The roar was mixed with materialized, violent energy. The sound waves spread in all directions. The air in the sealed room instantly compressed and exploded with a deafening roar.
A violent sonic boom slammed into the walls of the sealed chamber. The ancient murals, carved with eight hundred years of glorious history, trembled violently. Large cracks appeared in the walls. Countless fragments of stone and dust fell down.
With a cracking sound, massive murals crumbled and fell away. Heavy stones crashed onto the floor, raising clouds of dust. Fine cracks appeared in the dome of the secret chamber. The entire Pangu City trembled slightly.
A destructive urge swelled wildly in Im's mind. He desperately wanted to unleash the Heavenly King and completely obliterate Eghad. But his severe injuries rendered Im unable to mobilize his power. This sense of powerlessness fueled his hysteria.
A hoarse voice echoed repeatedly in the empty, confined room. Im, lying amidst the mess, gritted his teeth and spat out his name.
Roger Rocks, the Whitebearded Dragon Shanks
His voice was dripping with deadly venom. Every syllable carried a chilling killing intent. Finally, his gaze locked onto the indifferent figure behind the broadcast screen.
"Tatsuba"
Im screamed.
Im uttered the most vicious curse in the darkness, vowing to exhaust the entire resources of the World Government.
I swear to awaken all the sleeping weapons. I swear to skin these madmen alive. I swear to subject them to endless torment, to a fate worse than death. I swear to make their souls wail in the flames of karma for ten thousand years.
Anger and weakness mingled. Im coughed up another mouthful of blood. His vision began to blur. But those resentful eyes never left the screen.
Meanwhile, in distant Egherd, at the bottom of a crater, lies a battlefield.
A gentle breeze swept through the ruins, carrying with it the pungent smell of blood. The headless corpse of Saint Satan had finally ceased convulsing. Black blood pooled in the cracks of the rocks. The supreme power that had ruled the world for eight hundred years had been reduced to rubble.
The five powerful figures who had completed the execution each put away their weapons.
Roger flicked his wrist. The Supreme Grade Sword Ace rang out with a crisp sound and was precisely sheathed. He raised his hand and adjusted his captain's hat. The maniacal laugh on his lips vanished, replaced by a composed air of dominance.
Rocks snorted coldly. The black aura swirling around him contracted into his body. He casually sheathed his longsword at his waist. His eyes still held the savagery and satisfaction of revenge.
The white-bearded man slammed the massive Murakumo-giri sword heavily into the ground. The end of the hilt shattered a rock. His tall, imposing figure stood at the bottom of the pit, like an unshakeable god of war.
The dragon lowered its arm expressionlessly. The terrifying wind blade that had sliced through Satan's chest with its palm had dissipated. Its deep green cloak fluttered in the wind. Its eyes were deep and murderous.
Shanks flicked his wrist, and all the blood droplets on Griffin's blade were wiped away. He gracefully sheathed the famous sword, his one arm hanging naturally at his sides, his expression serene.
These five men, standing atop the pyramid of world power, stood tall and straight around the remains of the Satan Saint. They neither cheered nor spoke; their mere presence created a breathtaking scene.
Five distinct, top-tier auras intertwined in the air: Roger's domineering presence and Rocks's chilling coldness; Whitebeard's imposing weight and Dragon's sharp edge; and Shanks's piercing power. These five forces merged into one, forming an absolute force field.
A sense of terror and oppression was transmitted through the broadcast signal, pressing down on the nerves of billions of viewers worldwide through the screen.
The entire world fell silent at that moment. No one dared to breathe loudly. Civilians, pirates, and marines watching on television screens were all paralyzed with shock. They had witnessed the fall of the Five Elders.
Behind these five powerful figures, Chen Ye stood.
His hands were casually in his pockets. He exuded no domineering aura, nor did he display any aggressive posture. Yet, simply by standing there, he dominated this world.
A faint, dark gray chaotic power flickered within his eyes. His Observation Haki had long surpassed the limits of ordinary human perception. His senses instantly traversed the vast ocean and crossed the sheer cliffs of the Red Line.
It pierced directly into the depths of the Holy Land of Mary Geoise.
Chen Ye keenly sensed the unusual activity in the distant holy land. He clearly captured the violent fluctuations caused by Im's soul backlash. He felt Im's hysterical rage and despair.
Everything was planned. The beheading of Satan was not merely to establish his authority.
Furthermore, it was to directly and severely injure Im through a soul contract binding.
Chen Ye raised his head. His deep gaze looked beyond the edge of the pit towards the red earth continent.
A chilling, utterly contemptuous laugh curled at the corners of his lips. His smile was laced with mockery and pleasure, as he watched a trapped beast, powerless and enraged.
It must have felt terrible, right?
Im!
Chen Ye whispered coldly to himself.
The stench of blood grew stronger at the bottom of the pit. The broadcast cameras faithfully captured this oppressive scene. The figures of the six men are forever etched into world history.