r18novel Chapter 85 Amidst the Carnage, the Assassin from the Shadows Appears
Chapter 85 Amidst the Carnage, the Assassin from the Shadows Appears
Chapter 85 Amidst the Carnage, the Assassin from the Shadows Appears
"Oh? A fight broke out? And such a big one at that!"
As Dilt watched the azure dragon raging above Marineford in the distance and the crimson figure slaughtering in the harbor, a strong interest finally ignited in his eyes.
With a gentle wave of his hand, the void before him unfolded like a water curtain, clearly revealing the hellish scene of the Marine Headquarters.
Joan of Arc's brow furrowed even more as she stared intently at the berserker in the image, her grip on the holy banner tightening unconsciously.
"That Berserker—it was summoned illegally, and his Spirit Origin—is very strange! It's full of distortion; this is definitely not a normally summoned berserker!"
"Moreover, that power even subtly transcended the realm of 'berserk'!"
As an uler, she was extremely sensitive to the spirit origins of Heroic Spirits, and the state of the Mad King Cú Chulainn made her feel intense unease.
Dilt stroked his chin, a hint of inquiry flashing in his scarlet eyes.
"That's really interesting. Kaido's 'qualifications' are, in theory, fake; it's a hoax concocted by Doflamingo and Shakespeare."
"A false qualification has summoned 'Cú Chulainn Ater', who is theoretically almost impossible to manifest in a regular Holy Grail War."
A playful smile curved his lips.
"It seems this world itself still holds many surprises that even I find unexpected. You tell me—behind this,..."
Could there be something even more terrifying?
Upon hearing this, Joan of Arc's body trembled slightly, a glint of holy light flashing in her azure eyes: "You mean—the beast? But—"
She didn't finish her sentence, but the wariness and murderous intent in her eyes said it all.
"Who knows?" Dilt shrugged, his tone relaxed.
"Perhaps the trials of Tescatlipoca went awry, or perhaps it was some accident we're unaware of—"
He looked toward the desperate flames of war in Marineford and the chaotic realm in the direction of Alabasta.
"The answer lies hidden in this increasingly chaotic war. Just keep watching and you'll find out; the real show has only just begun."
The sky above Marineford has been turned into a hellish landscape by Kaido's destructive dragon breath.
Kaido's azure dragon body tumbled in the burning sky, each breath like a divine punishment, turning the earth into lava and boiling and evaporating the seawater.
On land, Cú Chulainn, the Mad King, is the purest embodiment of destruction. His rampage is like tearing flesh from the heart of the Navy!
His figure flickered amidst the ruins and smoke, each appearance accompanied by the muffled sound of a heart being pierced.
Naval soldiers fell in droves, the fortress collapsed, and the giant plaque bearing the inscription "Justice," a symbol of naval glory, turned to dust in the dragon's breath.
Resistance became weak and futile, and collapse was imminent.
The Mad King's silent slaughter left a deep imprint of despair on the hearts of every surviving marine.
"Stop him! For justice!" Veteran lieutenants like Flying Squirrel, Oni Spider, and Doberman roared with fury.
They led the remaining elite naval forces to form a human wall, charging fearlessly towards the Mad King.
The clash of swords and the roar of guns poured down on the Mad King like a torrential rain.
Ding ding ding!
An attack powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks landed on the Mad King's black horny armor, but only sparks flew, leaving shallow white marks.
The bullets and shells were even more outrageous; they seemed to have eyes and would deliberately fly around him.
Faced with these attacks, the Mad King didn't even bother to block; his scarlet eyes held only the coldest killing intent.
He swung the demonic spear with his backhand, and a dark red arc of spear energy swept out.
A destructive shockwave erupted, and Lieutenant General Momonga, who was at the forefront, was violently thrown back, sword and all, spitting out blood.
Four of the six swords on Vice Admiral Onigumo's body snapped in an instant, and he embedded himself in the burning wall behind him.
Lieutenant General Doberman's giant axe flew out of his hand, and his arms twisted and deformed.
The human wall collapsed instantly, and severed limbs and broken weapons flew everywhere!
If even lieutenant generals suffered such fates, ordinary soldiers were like fallen leaves swept up by a whirlwind, instantly turning into a bloody mist.
"Monster—this is a monster!" The surviving marines looked at the Mad King, who stood like a demon god, stepping over the corpses of his comrades. Their mental defenses completely collapsed, and despair spread like a plague.
"The Eight-Foot Jewel!"
Just at this moment of despair, a dazzling golden light descended from the sky!
Admiral Kizaru spotted the slight moment of stiffness after the Mad King's thrust, and his entire body transformed into light. He instantly appeared above and to the side of the Mad King, crossed his arms, and unleashed a torrent of dazzling light projectiles.
Each energy blast contained terrifying power enough to sink a warship, sealing off all of the Mad King's escape routes.
This was Kizaru's all-out attack; he wanted to buy his comrades a chance to catch their breath.
Faced with this barrage of light bullets capable of destroying small islands, the Mad King Cú Chulainn finally raised his head, covered by a bone mask, for the first time.
There was no ripple in his scarlet eyes, only an appreciation for destruction itself.
He remained motionless, and then something terrifying happened in the eyes of the Navy.
Each point of light from the eight-foot-long jade ornament narrowly missed his cheek or hair, but he stood there calmly, letting the points of light fall.
As if bored, he casually plunged the magic spear Gáe Bolg in his hand into the ground beneath his feet.
"Curruid Coinchenn (Beastly Fangs)!"
Boom!
Centered on the point where the magic spear pierced through, dark red, violent magic power surged into the sky like a volcanic eruption.
The purest and most savage destructive energy erupted, forming a destructive domain that devoured everything, not even light could escape!
The dense barrage of light bullets crashed into the dark red energy storm, only to be silently annihilated, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.
Kizaru's "Yasakani no Magatama," powerful enough to destroy an island, was actually swallowed up by the destructive domain formed by the Mad King's casual strike.
The remaining light bullets landed sporadically around the Mad King, blasting out several craters, but they couldn't even brush away the dust from his armor.
"What?!" Kizaru's languid expression vanished completely, replaced by utter shock.
His signature move, which made him famous, was so easily neutralized by his opponent?!
Just as Kizaru was utterly shaken, the Mad King's figure vanished!
No, it didn't disappear, but it was so fast that it exceeded Kizaru's reaction limit. A dark red afterimage appeared in front of Kizaru as if it had teleported!
The demonic spear, wreathed in ominous curses and carrying a terrifying aura that seemed to pierce through cause and effect, stabbed straight into Kizaru's chest.
Bolg!
"Damn it!" Kizaru's pupils shrank sharply, and his entire body instantly transformed into elemental particles, trying to scatter and escape!
But the curse of the magic spear was already locked! That "sure-hit" power of fate, like an invisible shackle, forcibly gathered the scattered photons back together.
Poof!
A soft, chilling piercing sound rang out!
The dark red tip of the demonic spear pierced through Kizaru's photon-transformed chest.
There was no blood, but Kizaru's photon-based body twisted violently as he let out a painful groan!
The power of the curse, like a maggot clinging to his bone, relentlessly eroded his life force!
"Ugh!" Kizaru's figure was forced out of elemental form, staggering backward, his face instantly turning ashen.
A wound reeking of curse remained on his chest. His pride and joy, his ability to transform into elements, were completely suppressed by the Mad King's demonic spear that reversed cause and effect.
"Admiral Borsalino!" came the desperate cries from the marines below.
"Damn it, even Kizaru—" Fleet Admiral Sengoku looked at the monitor screen, his heart sinking to the bottom.
Garp, Akainu, and Aokiji were all absent, and Kizaru was seriously injured—the Navy's top combat force was so powerless in the face of this terrifying Heroic Spirit!
Kaido let out a deafening laugh in the sky.
"See that, Navy! This is my power! This is the heroic spirit I summoned! This is destruction!!"
He and the Mad King Cú Chulainn below, one pouring dragonfire from the sky, the other spreading death on the ground, seemed to resonate with each other's will to destroy.
It's not about conquering, not about ruling, but simply about turning everything before us to ashes.
This pure and extreme desire for destruction shrouded the entire Marineford in a despair of impending doom.
The naval soldiers' eyes were filled with fear and numbness; resistance became futile and tragic.
Fortresses are collapsing, warships are sinking, and heroes are falling—the end of the Navy Headquarters seems imminent.
Just as this destruction was about to reach its climax, an indescribable change quietly occurred.
On the battlefield, those fallen naval soldiers—whether scorched by dragon's breath, pierced by demonic spears, or shattered by shockwaves—
On the scorched earth soaked with their blood, the "shadows" began to writhe unnaturally.
At first, this subtle change was overlooked amidst the earth-shattering explosions and screams.
But soon, these shadows seemed to come alive, like ink dropped into water, and began to spread and merge wildly!
Ignoring the obstacles of the ruins and the boundaries between light and darkness, they wove a web of shadows that devoured all light amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and among the burning remains.
A cold, deathly chill spread silently.
It was as if a pair of eyes were gazing into the world of the living from this writhing, living abyss of shadow.
"What—what is that?!" A marine who had miraculously survived stared in terror at the shadow beneath his feet, letting out a hysterical scream.
Even Kaido, who was raging in the sky, showed a hint of surprise in his dragon eyes, and his dragon breath paused for a moment.
For the first time, the Mad King's scarlet eyes of slaughter also turned slightly, an instinctive gaze toward the "abnormal".
The demonic spear GáeBo1g in his hand was lowered slightly, and the desire for destruction seemed to be briefly suppressed by the eerie silence.
A chilling atmosphere! Absolutely chilling!
Everyone who is in it feels a chill that comes from the depths of their soul, as if the flame of life could be extinguished at any moment by this boundless darkness.
In terms of killing intent alone, the killing intent contained within this shadow is purer and more— than the Mad King's naked destruction.
fatal.
The Mad King's beast-like intuition swept around, but no matter how he tried to sense it, there was no trace of any Servant in the vicinity.
Just then, in the deepest darkness, space rippled like water. A figure silently "emerged".
He appeared directly behind Kaido, but no one noticed him.
Because he himself was part of this shadow, a shadow in which only the skull mask on his face and a cold, sharp edge on his sleeve were visible.
Assassin—Youyi Hassan.
The shadow of the old man in the mountains is an invisible blade that exists only for service and assassination.
He appeared in front of everyone in the hall without anyone watching!
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