r18novel Chapter 184 Rayleigh's Death
Chapter 184 Rayleigh's Death
On the battlefield, Rayleigh, battered and bruised, was like a candle flickering in the wind, teetering on the brink of collapse.
Suddenly, bullets, whistling through the air, and sword energy, carrying a chilling sharpness, hurtled towards him like a storm.
Without thinking twice, Rayleigh frantically gripped his longsword and desperately tried to defend himself.
"Bang, bang," the sound of bullets colliding with longswords exploded in his ears like thunder. The piercing sound was like a death warrant lingering in his ears, striking his already fragile nerves again and again.
Despite Rayleigh's best efforts, fate seemed to have no favor on this former legend.
After a difficult struggle, he was still not spared. A sharp sword aura struck his chest directly, as if a blade had sliced through the night.
Instantly, blood gushed out like a spring, blooming into one after another alluring yet tragic "blood flowers" on his chest.
However, the disaster did not end there. Before the injured Rayleigh could recover from the excruciating pain, another sword aura struck like a ghost, mercilessly slashing at his left arm.
With a crisp "crack," as if bones were breaking, Rayleigh's last hope was shattered. His left shoulder was easily severed, and blood splattered like ink, sketching a gruesome picture on the ground.
Rayleigh collapsed to the ground in agony, overwhelmed by a torrent of pain.
He kept emitting mournful howls, each one filled with endless despair and pain.
"Ahhh"
At that moment, Beman and Puppet Number Two walked calmly to Rayleigh's side.
They were expressionless, like death gods from the dark abyss, with not a trace of sympathy or pity in their eyes.
One was the ruthless commander of the Shadow Legion, and the other was an emotionless puppet. They only knew how to blindly carry out the king's orders, and were completely indifferent to the tragic fate of the once-powerful man in front of them.
Rayleigh, who was lying on the ground groaning in pain, looked at the cold, icy eyes of Beman and Puppet Number Two, and felt a mix of emotions.
Bitterness surged in his heart like strong liquor, regret gnawed at his soul like a venomous snake, and despair shrouded his entire world like a heavy gloom.
He was filled with remorse: If he hadn't provoked Minos, would Shakky have been able to stay by his side unharmed? Would he not be in such a miserable state now?
Unfortunately, fate did not give him another chance to choose. Beman slowly raised the gun in his hand, coldly aiming it at Ridley.
Puppet Number Two also carried a blood-stained longsword, its tip pointing directly at Rayleigh.
Under Rayleigh's desperate gaze, Behman pulled the trigger, and the bullet whistled out.
At the same time, Puppet Number Two's longsword pierced Rayleigh's body.
At this point, Rayleigh had long since lost the strength and will to resist.
He silently endured it all, letting bullets and swords pierce his body.
As his last breath faded, Silvers Rayleigh, the former vice-captain of the Roger Pirates and the renowned "Dark King," fell forever on the massive battlefield of Serbia, ending his legendary yet tragic life.
After taking down Rayleigh, Beman and Puppet Number Two did not linger for a moment.
They quickly turned and ran towards the direction where Hawkeye and General Flying Dragon were fighting.
Because they received clear orders: first unite to defeat one opponent, then work together to deal with another.
At the same time, Hawkeye and Shanks also noticed the movements of Bayman and Puppet Number Two.
In an instant, a surge of complex emotions, urgency, and fear welled up in their hearts like a tidal wave.
They all knew that Rayleigh was dead, and that danger was very likely to befall them next!
The intense emotional turmoil caused their moves to become increasingly chaotic. Hawkeye was momentarily distracted, and General Flying Dragon seized the opportunity, his Black Blade Autumn Water plunging straight into Hawkeye's chest.
A sharp pain, like an electric current, instantly spread throughout his body. Hawkeye snapped back to reality and hurriedly brandished his Black Blade Night, deflecting the Black Blade Autumn Water that was pressed against his chest.
This confrontation left Hawkeye injured once again.
On Cheng Xiaoyu's side of the battlefield, Cheng Xiaoyu keenly noticed the sudden mistake made by Shanks.
In the blink of an eye, he vanished from his spot and appeared before Shanks like a ghost, a slightly mocking smile playing on his lips. He spoke softly, "You dared to be distracted while fighting me? You've got some nerve!"
Red-haired Shanks' eyes widened in shock.
At this moment, Cheng Xiaoyu's demonic short sword had already pierced his waist and abdomen.
In an instant, crimson blood dripped continuously down the blade of the demon short sword, first drop by drop, then gathering into streams of blood.
Cheng Xiaoyu showed no mercy. He slowly drew his demonic short sword, then suddenly raised his foot and kicked Shanks hard in the abdomen.
With a sharp "crack," Shanks fell heavily to the ground as if hit by a cannonball, his body rolling uncontrollably.
The ground he rolled over left behind shocking trails of blood.
Cheng Xiaoyu looked at the red-haired Shanks rolling on the ground, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
He had just clearly heard that "click" sound.
Could it be that Shanks' kidneys were severely damaged and even his ribs were broken?
Thinking of this, Cheng Xiaoyu couldn't help but chuckle and mutter to himself, "It seems that Shanks' defeat is inevitable. Now it depends on how the battle goes on his side."
On the other side, as the dust raised by the battle gradually dissipated, Minos slowly emerged from the pile of rubble.
Overall, he was not seriously injured. On the other hand, Whitebeard's situation looks far from optimistic.
Minos looked up,
All I saw was…
Whitebeard also emerged with difficulty from the rubble.
However, Whitebeard was in terrible condition at this time. Apart from his face, which was relatively intact, the rest of his body was covered with burn marks from the scorching of the scorching, and large areas of his skin were bloody and mangled, as if witnessing the terrifying, world-destroying energy when the scorching erupted.
Even more shocking was the sight of a long sword piercing his chest, a deep and terrifying wound gushing blood that stained his captain's coat, creating a strangely poignant beauty.
Minos looked the white-bearded man up and down, a mocking smile playing on his lips. He teased, "Old man with the white beard, look at your disheveled appearance."
"You're supposed to be the strongest man in the world, yet you're in such a state; it's really beneath your usual standard."
As soon as he finished speaking, Minos noticed that Whitebeard's body was trembling uncontrollably.
Seeing this, he thought to himself, "It seems Whitebeard is quite angry after hearing what I said?"
"However, Whitebeard is now certain to die on this Serbian island."
Just as Minos was still pondering, Whitebeard's angry voice rang out.
"Minos, you are not worthy to be my opponent. To resort to such a despicable sneak attack is truly unbecoming!"
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