r18novel Chapter 217: The Opening of Impel Down, Revolutionary Army Operations
Chapter 217: The Opening of Impel Down, Revolutionary Army Operations
Chapter 217: The Opening of Impel Down, Revolutionary Army Operations
Impeldown, the underwater prison.
This massive tower, which was said to be an impregnable fortress and was submerged in the doldrums, is now shrouded in an unprecedented atmosphere of tension.
The piercing siren of the highest alarm resounded in every corner, from the scorching hell (LEVEL4) to the freezing hell (LEVEL5), and then to the infinite hell (LEVEL6) where the most vicious criminals are imprisoned.
All the jailer beasts swarmed out, and the guards gripped their weapons tightly, their uniforms soaked with cold sweat.
Commissioner Magellan stood on the highest platform inside the Gate of Justice, his skin, which had turned purplish-red from the poison, now appearing even more horribly gloomy.
Three enormous venomous dragons rolled and coalesced behind him, emanating a deadly aura powerful enough to freeze the air itself.
"All personnel! Hear my command! No matter who they are, even if it's the Emperor of the Sea himself, we will ensure they never return! This is the bottom line of world justice!"
Magellan's voice, carried by a Den Den Mushi, resounded throughout the prison, filled with a resolute will to die.
However, no sooner had he finished speaking than the massive gate outside the Gate of Justice, reinforced with special alloy and sea stone and tens of meters thick, suddenly emitted a tooth-grinding groan!
It wasn't bombarded by artillery fire, but rather corrupted by a more bizarre force.
It was a thick, viscous darkness, like a living thing, surging wildly in through the cracks in the door and the joints.
Wherever it passed, the metal hissed as it corroded, and the structural strength was decreasing at an alarming rate!
"What the hell is that?!" Deputy Commissioner Hannibal stared in horror at the monitor screen.
"It is darkness—no, it is a power that is even more hollow than darkness."
Magellan's pupils contracted as he sensed the domineering will within that power, a will that seemed capable of devouring everything.
"Prepare for battle! Poisonous Passage - Torrent!"
He didn't wait any longer and launched the first attack!
The purple venom, like a river bursting its banks, carried terrifying corrosiveness and neurotoxicity, surging towards the Gate of Justice that was being eroded by darkness!
He will dissolve the enemy along with this eerie darkness!
Just as the torrent of venom was about to engulf the gate.
"Open it for me!!"
A roar like that of an ancient behemoth, accompanied by a violent axe strike that tore through the field of vision, suddenly came from outside the door!
That axe-force was not a slash, but rather a savage physical impact. It carried not an aura of dominance, but a power that was completely unfamiliar to Magellan.
Rumble—!!!
The heavy gate of justice, under the combined force of the violent axe blows and the darkness within, shattered like a cookie struck by a giant hammer!
Countless massive metal fragments, mixed with the scattered venom, poured inward like a torrential downpour.
Amidst the smoke and poisonous fog, a figure of modest stature, clad in Western knight-style armor gleaming with a cold light and wielding a giant axe the size of a door, charged through the ruins like a demon god!
It was none other than the Silver Axe Gilbasda!
His battle axe still retained the terrifying aftershocks of the power that cleaved through the venom and the giant gate!
"Hehehehe—Kilbasda, you brute, you still love to lead the charge." A cold voice rang out.
Ganzi, a smuggling pirate, appeared like a ghost behind Gilbasda, dressed in strange armor with an oriental style.
He gently twirled the magical longsword in his hand, his gaze greedily scanning the interior of the prison.
"This place—it doesn't seem very profitable, but perhaps the goods locked up here could fetch a good price? Or maybe we can give this new force a good test?"
Immediately afterwards, Captain John, with his wildly flowing purple hair, staggered in, carrying a longsword inlaid with jewels but reeking of blood.
He let out a burp, his drunken eyes sweeping over the prison guards who looked like they were facing a formidable enemy, before finally settling on Magellan on the platform.
"Tsk—the purple-haired guy? You're the boss here? Looks like—you can take a beating!"
"Your head should be enough to buy a lot of drinks, right? Hahaha!"
He even imitated Blackbeard's laughter, completely disregarding Magellan.
Finally, Ryoma, the dragon-slaying samurai, silently stepped forward, his eyes vacant yet his aura as chilling as ten thousand years of ice, clutching the famous sword Shusui.
His presence seemed to freeze the surrounding noise and killing intent; it was a will to strike that transcended individual emotions.
Following these four heroic spirits from the old era, Marshall D. Teach swaggered in, accompanied by the Earl, who seemed like the embodiment of shadow.
He spread his arms wide, laughing wildly: "Hahaha!! Magellan! I've come to visit as promised! This prison of yours needs a change of masters today!"
"Blackbeard—!!" Magellan roared in fury, and the poisonous dragon behind him roared as it coalesced once more.
"Don't even think about being arrogant, Poison Dragon!!"
Three enormous, venomous dragons bared their fangs and claws, lunging at Blackbeard, Gilbasda, and Captain John respectively!
"Well done!" Gilbasda roared, neither dodging nor avoiding, his huge battle axe wrapped in a domineering aura that shone with blue light, and he swung it like a whirlwind.
With a single move, he forcefully cleaved and smashed the poisonous dragon that was lunging at him!
The venom splattered on his armor, making a hissing sound, but it could not penetrate the protection that contained powerful magic and domineering aura!
Captain John looked at the poisonous dragon with a hint of disdain in his eyes.
The blood-stained longsword in his hand drew a strange arc, and the blade seemed to generate some kind of suction force, pulling the poisonous dragon off course.
At the same time, he staggered as if drunk, narrowly avoiding the direct impact of the venom, muttering to himself.
"This poison—it tastes really strong, it's ruined the flavor of my alcohol, you deserve to die—"
The poisonous dragon that lunged at Blackbeard was completely swallowed up and disappeared without a trace by the darkness surging from beside the Count before it even got close to his body!
"How is this possible?!" Hannibal and the numerous prison guards stared in disbelief. The warden's usually ineffective poison had been neutralized so easily?!
"Your poison might work well on the living, but you're facing a heroic spirit who crawled out of hell! Its effectiveness will be greatly reduced!"
The man with the black beard grinned maliciously.
"Captain John! That purple fellow is yours! Show him the passion of the Rocks era!"
"Don't try to order me around! I'd kill this disgusting guy even without you telling me! Hahahaha!"
Captain John licked his lips, a cruel glint in his eyes, and his figure transformed into a streak of crimson lightning, hurtling straight toward Magellan on the platform!
The blood-stained longsword, accompanied by a piercing shriek, clashed violently with the poison shield that Magellan had hastily conjured!
At the same time, Ganzi smiled sinisterly, his figure disappearing silently as if blending into the shadows of the prison walls.
He was clearly searching for a path to the deeper levels, or—to carry out his favorite activities of smuggling and assassination.
Gilbasda roared, like a heavy battering ram, and began to crush any jailers and jailer beasts that dared to approach. Wherever he went, there was devastation, walls collapsed, and no one could stop him.
Ryoma stood quietly in place, as if waiting for something.
His gaze pierced through the chaotic battlefield, fixed on a certain direction within the prison.
There, a sharp and murderous sword aura was rapidly approaching.
Soon, a man dressed in the uniform of an Impel Down guard, wielding the famous sword Thunderstorm, and with eyes like a bloodthirsty beast, appeared at the end of the passage.
It was Shiryu of the Rain, the former warden of Impel Down, who had been sentenced to a suspended death sentence for his bloodlust. He escaped during the chaos.
Shiryu exhaled a smoke ring, licked his lips with his scarlet tongue, and stared intently at Ryoma.
"My intuition was right. If I stayed in that prison any longer, I'd miss out on you—"
"A powerful, unfamiliar swordsman—this chilling sword intent—are you one of those legendary heroic spirits?"
"I've heard that you exist beyond life and death—I wonder if your blood is as warm as that of the living?"
He sensed an aura of death and sword intertwined on Ryoma that was unlike that of ordinary people.
Longma's empty eyes remained unchanged as he slowly placed his hand on the hilt of Qiushui's sword.
This is a silent answer.
"Interesting!" Shiryu laughed wildly, his figure vanished instantly, and the next moment he appeared in front of Ryoma.
The thunder and rain, carrying an eerie red light, hurtled straight for the dragon-horse's throat at a speed beyond the reach of the naked eye!
"Taste the strongest swordsman in Impel Down!"
However, facing this swift, ruthless, and cunning sword strike, Longma merely turned slightly to the side.
At the same time, Qiu Shui was unsheathed.
There was no spectacular display, no dazzling swordplay.
Only a thin, black thread, as if tearing through space, flashed by in an instant.
Ding--!
A soft sound.
Shiryu's forward momentum abruptly stopped, his maniacal laughter freezing on his face.
He looked down in disbelief at his chest.
A smooth cut was made in the stiff guard's uniform, and a thin line of blood appeared on the skin.
What shocked him even more was that a small piece of the indestructible tip of the Thunderstorm blade in his hand had been cut off!
With just one move, without even seeing how the opponent drew their sword, he was already injured and his sword was damaged?!
"This... is a Heroic Spirit?" Shiryu's pupils trembled violently.
It was a complex emotion, a mixture of fear, excitement, and humiliation, when faced with an absolute disparity in power.
He realized that his swordsmanship, which he was so proud of, was like child's play compared to the swordsmanship that his opponent had pursued throughout his life and even continued to advance after his death.
Longma slowly sheathed his sword, remaining silent as if he had only done a trivial matter.
His empty gaze swept over Shiryu, then he ignored him and turned to walk in the direction of the black-bearded man.
For him, defeating Shiryu was no different from cutting a weed; it was more of a feeling of disappointment.
Shiryu stood frozen in place, his expression shifting unpredictably.
Finally, as he watched Ryoma's departing figure, and then looked at Blackbeard and the other Heroic Spirits who were wreaking havoc, a twisted and crazed smile appeared on his face.
"Hey, it seems like this place really needs some fresh rain."
He made his choice, dragging Lei Yu along behind him, and followed Long Ma's steps toward the entrance where the riot was about to break out.
Great power is what people like him pursue!
Meanwhile, deep within Impel Down Level 6, in the depths of Infinite Hell.
Several figures, tightly bound by sea stone chains, seemed to sense the violent tremors and commotion above.
"Waaaaah!! Looks like a fight's started up there! How exciting!"
A voice rang out from a gigantic, monstrous figure; it belonged to the massive warship, San Juan Wolf.
"Tsk—I heard it's the Blackbeards attacking this place, and they're moving pretty fast. Judging by the momentum, it looks like they'll take it down soon."
Another chilling voice came from the tyrannical king, Abaro Pizarro.
"Wine—I want wine—" This was the muttering of the giant wine barrel, Basque Chote.
"Honestly, I don't know what this idiot is trying to do by attacking a dilapidated prison. What a moron." Ruoyue hunter Katrin said with a look of disdain.
Dangerous glints began to appear in their eyes, as did those of other heinous criminals deliberately forgotten by the world government.
For them, chaos meant opportunity.
And no one noticed, deep within a ventilation duct of LEVEL4, the scorching hell.
A man disguised as an ordinary handyman, with tiny Revolutionary Army tattoos on his arm, was trembling as he sent a fragmented message through an extremely rudimentary Den Den Mushi: "Urgent—Kuro—Zo—Attack. Enter the city—His spirit—cannot resist—Request—"
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Revolutionary Army Headquarters, Baltigue, the Island of White Earth.
Chief of the General Staff Saab and Napoleon were examining a world map in front of them, which marked the revolutionary army's recent strongholds.
"According to intelligence from the Eastern Army, the World Government has reduced its military presence in the North Blue, seemingly due to being preoccupied with the turmoil in the New World."
Saab analyzed that his face had lost some of its former playfulness and gained more composure and strategy, clearly showing that he had grown rapidly under Napoleon's guidance.
Napoleon rested his chin on his hands, his eyes sharp.
"Very good, Master, you have improved. Contraction means opportunity, but it could also be a trap."
"We need more accurate intelligence. Even information from within the Navy. Oh, by the way—any news from your brother, the Straw Hat recruit?"
Just as Sabo was about to answer, a revolutionary soldier rushed in and handed him a newly translated telegram.
"Chief of Staff! Urgent communication from the Impel Down infiltrators!"
Sabo took the telegram, quickly scanned it, and his expression changed drastically.
"What?! Blackbeard is attacking Impel Down?! And he's bringing with him—the heroic spirits from the Rocks era?!"
Napoleon also stood up, took the telegram, and read it carefully, his brows furrowed.
"Impelton—Impeach? The face of the World Government, imprisoning countless secrets and powerful individuals."
"Blackbeard's purpose in doing this is currently unknown, but if successful, it will certainly deal a heavy blow to the World Government's prestige and cause the seas to spiral out of control."
"Luffy and Ace are chasing Blackbeard—if they knew this, they would definitely—" Sabo's eyes were filled with worry.
"They will go," Napoleon said confidently, pacing to the map and pointing to Impelton's location.
"This is a huge crisis, but it is also an unprecedented opportunity!"
"In the midst of chaos, there are many things we can do, such as obtaining World Government secrets, and even—if possible, weakening Blackbeard's power to create opportunities for your brother and the Ace brothers!"
Sabo's eyes hardened: "You're right—our power is growing rapidly, and it's time for the world to know about us."
"Inform Mr. Long immediately! We need to formulate an action plan at once and head to the waters near Impelton!"
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"The revolutionary army must get involved in this storm!"
Napoleon looked at Sam with satisfaction in his eyes and adjusted his signature tricorn hat.
Then, raising his arms across the island, he shouted: "All you ambitious folks, are you ready to stir up the sea?!"
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Tens of thousands of soldiers shouted, and the entire sky was filled with cheers.
"Attack!!! Burn the oppressors to ashes!!"
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