radicalducati Chapter 390: The Last Straw!
Chapter 390: The Last Straw!
Vegapunk keeps giving speeches!
His voice echoed in every corner of the world.
"Look, this is one of the technological legacies of the 'Giant Kingdom' from eight hundred years ago: the design blueprint for the anti-gravity suspended corridor."
On the screen, intricate lines rapidly construct a magnificent sky city.
A miracle that completely defies the common sense of physics today.
The scene shifts to an energy core emitting a ghostly blue light.
"This is the concept of 'unlimited energy.' If it hadn't been destroyed, the world would have long since escaped poverty and strife. In that ancient kingdom, technology was the power to benefit all people."
Each word is a heavy blow.
It crashed down on the corrupt foundations of the world government.
People around the world were in uproar.
Countless eyes were glued to the screen.
Their expressions varied!
Public opinion was in uproar.
On the battlefield of Egherd, the Five Elders roared incessantly.
"Shut up... tell him to shut up!"
The five elders each let out a hysterical roar.
But at this moment, the Five Elders were left with no way out and were in a sorry state.
A golden, domineering slash swept across the sky.
"Pfft!"
With a casual flick of Roger's wrist, three of Satan Saint's spider legs were severed.
The excruciating pain contorted Saint Satan's old face.
He didn't care about his slowly healing wounds.
He stared intently at the screen in mid-air.
He wished he could kill Vegapunk with his gaze.
"It's not over yet, you old man."
Roger twirled his sword with one hand, and the black and red lightning wrapped around the famous sword "Ace" burst out with a piercing shriek.
He tilted his head, flashing a roguish smile, but his eyes were as cold as ice.
"Instead of worrying about how to shut Vegapunk up, why don't you worry about how many more times your body can recover?"
On the other side, the roar was deafening.
The legal warrior god, Vocuri Saint, that giant boar, transformed into an out-of-control heavy tank.
He wanted to crush the control room.
"Don't even think about going there!"
A loud shout.
Edward Newgate, with his mountain-like body, instantly blocked the giant pig's path.
He didn't use the Tremor-Tremor Fruit.
He simply swung his Supreme Grade Sword, "Murakumogiri".
It slammed hard into the hard nose that Vocuri Saint was so proud of.
"Thump!"
This attack once again caused the massive body of the Saint of Vochuli to lose its balance.
He was sent flying backward again, crashing into a row of abandoned research institutes behind him with a deafening roar, sending dust billowing into the sky.
"Gurararara!?" Useless old man.
"On this stage, your opponents are us, the 'old-timers'!"
On the other side of the battlefield, Nasujiro Sei's skeletal horse form looked quite pitiful.
His speed, which he was so proud of, was of no advantage against Shanks.
The first generation Kitetsu in his hand was trembling slightly.
He was very anxious at that moment.
He looked around.
Everyone else was trapped.
There's also the unfathomable Chen Ye, whose whereabouts are unknown.
These legendary pirates are extremely difficult to deal with; those who can defeat them all possess top-tier Conqueror's Haki.
No matter how they struggled left and right, or how they utilized regeneration, they could not advance an inch.
The Five Elders were somewhat desperate.
Vegapunk's voice continued.
A blunt knife slowly slits open the throat of the World Government.
"The destruction of the great kingdom was not due to a natural disaster, but a long-planned betrayal. It was an alliance of twenty kingdoms that sought to eradicate the idea of 'equality'."
That's enough.
Marcus Mazsan, the strange bird Itsumade, was hovering low in the air at that moment.
The once magnificent wings had been torn to pieces by the dragon's wind blades.
He gritted his teeth and growled, the sound transmitted to the minds of the other four through special mental fluctuations.
"There's no other way. That man, Chen Ye's plan is too perfect. He gathered these monsters to pin us down here and make us watch helplessly as he undermines our foundation."
"If broadcasting is not stopped, world domination will collapse."
The Saint of Vocuri struggled to his feet from the ruins, thick white steam billowing from his enormous pig-like snout.
There's only one way left.
The five men exchanged glances briefly amidst the chaos of the battlefield.
That was an extremely complex look in his eyes.
There is a fear of death.
There is resentment and malice towards the enemy.
But more than anything, it's a feeling of fear.
They are servants of "God," and when faced with an intractable mess, they resort to begging for mercy from their master as a last resort.
"We must ask 'that person' to take action."
Nasujiro Sei's voice was hoarse, as if he were chewing sand.
"Although this will be seen as a sign of incompetence, and although we will be punished severely for it, there is no turning back now."
"agree."
"agree."
"agree."
The five people reached a consensus instantly.
This is a compromise that abandons all dignity as the "world's highest authority".
The next second, an extremely unusual scene unfolded on the battlefield.
Peter Saint, who was fighting Luffy, suddenly abandoned his attempt to bite Luffy, his huge body shrank abruptly, and he retreated back into the formation of the Five Elders.
Saint Vocuri, who was confronting Whitebeard, also stopped charging and retreated to Saint Satan's side.
Nasu Shouro and Maz Sei also broke free from their respective opponents and converged together at a speed that was almost instantaneous.
The fierce exchange came to an abrupt end.
In the center of the battlefield, where shouts of battle had been deafening, a strange vacuum suddenly appeared.
The five elders stood side by side on the scorched earth.
They were covered in limbs, bleeding, or with broken bones, looking utterly wretched, but their expressions were remarkably similar.
A deathly silence.
They faced Roger's sword, Whitebeard's shockwave, Rocks' darkness, and Shanks's domineering aura.
They all instantly and uniformly ceased their attacking stances.
Defensive contraction.
His aura was restrained.
Then, in full view of everyone, the five elders who had controlled the world for eight hundred years closed their eyes at the same time.
The wind stopped.
Roger's eyebrows twitched, and he lightly twirled the "Ace" sword in his hand, looking at his five old rivals with some surprise.
"Hey, so you're giving up already? Ready to close your eyes and wait to die? That's not like the style of you cowardly old folks."
"Thief, hahaha!"
Lox's arrogant laughter broke the silence.
He strode forward, raised his foot without hesitation, and kicked Peter Saint's thick sandworm skin hard.
"Bang!"
This kick, imbued with Armament Haki, caused Peter Saint's massive body to tremble and his flesh to cave in.
But Peter Saint closed his eyes tightly and remained silent, as if he had become a statue without pain.
"Is this the World Government's top fighting force? They've cowered like turtles?"
Lox laughed until tears streamed down his face; it was a display of contempt for the strong and a mockery of this unusual behavior.
"If you were afraid of dying, you should have knelt down and kowtowed to me just now!"
The surrounding naval elites were still struggling to uphold their sense of justice.
Seeing their supreme commander, whom they regarded as a god, stop fighting and even allow the pirates to humiliate him without any reaction, their taut nerves finally snapped.
"The Five Elders... have given up?"
"How could this be... even our strongest fighters..."
"What...what are we fighting for?!"
Clang.
It's unclear whose weapon slipped from their hand and fell to the ground.
Immediately afterwards, the naval lines began to collapse, falling like dominoes.
The soldiers looked at each other, their fighting spirit quickly fading, replaced by confusion and fear, and they began to retreat.
But beneath this comical scene, a deeper, more terrifying chill is brewing.
The dragon, standing at the edge of the battlefield, suddenly narrowed its usually deep and unfathomable eyes.
As the leader of the revolutionary army, his sense of danger was sharper than that of wild beasts.
The wind told him that something was wrong.
Something is very wrong.
The aura emanating from these five old men did not disappear despite their surrender.
"Don't let your guard down!"
Long Meng took a step forward, and a storm of blue energy suddenly erupted from his body, loudly reminding the relaxed vigilance of the people around him.
"Their presence hasn't disappeared! They're performing some kind of ritual!"
"ceremony?"
Shanks gripped Griffin tightly, unleashing his full Observation Haki.
"This feeling... is it like an out-of-body experience?"
That's right.
At this moment, although the Five Elders' physical bodies were still enduring humiliation and attacks on the battlefield of Eghard, their consciousness had long since severed the connection with their physical bodies.
In the depths of that dark sea of consciousness, following some ancient covenant, five twisted and powerful spiritual forces transformed into invisible streams of light, instantly breaking through the constraints of space.
Heading straight to the deepest part of the red earth continent.
At the pinnacle of supreme power lies Pangu City.
It happened very quickly.
There was an eerie stillness on the battlefield for a moment.