“Kill!”
“He's running out of strength!”
“His accomplices have all fled!”
“Everyone, attack together and finish him quickly!”
Malice and roars surged from all directions like a tide.
The Beasts Pirates, seeing Enel alone, brandished various weapons and roared as they surrounded him.
The sheer number of them caused the ground to shake as they ran, kicking up clouds of dust, and the air was thick with tension and violence.
Enel stood in mid-air, his gaze sharp, lightning dancing in his eyes, containing boundless power.
His clothes fluttered wildly in the wind.
His figure appeared exceptionally proud and powerful amidst the dust and chaos.
Although he was alone, he blocked the advance of thousands of pirates, like an insurmountable mountain.
“Come on, let's see how many of you there are left!”
Enel's voice was low and full of provocation, a wild smile curving his lips.
Facing the swarming enemies, he felt no fear, but rather, immense excitement and joy.
“Interesting, this is far too interesting.”
Watching the pirates closing in, Enel burst into arrogant laughter.
His laughter was filled with endless confidence and contempt, as if mocking these overestimating enemies.
One second.
Two seconds.
Just as the pirates reached him, raising their weapons to attack, Enel suddenly roared, his voice shaking the surroundings like thunder.
“Feel the wrath of the Thunder God!”
His figure moved, dodging the pirates' attacks, his movements as swift as lightning.
A trace of grim light flashed in his eyes, and the smile on his lips deepened.
Streaks of lightning danced at his fingertips, like countless writhing silver snakes.
“Thunderclap!”
Enel shouted, and the lightning in his hand erupted, piercing through the ranks of pirates.
Lightning flashed, and the air filled with the smell of burning and screams.
The lightning mercilessly struck the pirates who tried to attack him, instantly knocking them to the ground.
“Ah!!!”
Screams rose and fell, the pirates' bodies convulsing violently under the impact of the lightning, their faces twisted in pain.
Enel's figure appeared incomparably majestic in the light of the lightning, as if the true Thunder God had descended, bringing endless destruction.
The lightning in Enel's eyes intensified, his figure darting through the air, the lightning dancing at his command.
Each bolt of lightning carried endless power, knocking down every pirate who tried to approach him.
On the ground, the fallen pirates lay in heaps, their blood mixed with dust, forming a tragic scene.
“You ants dare to challenge the Thunder God's majesty!”
Enel's voice was cold and full of contempt, his figure appearing incomparably tall in the light of the lightning.
The air was filled with the scent of lightning and the pirates' fear, as if the entire world was shaken by this battle.
The pirates' attacks gradually weakened, their hearts filled with fear and despair in the face of Enel's merciless lightning.
Enel's laughter echoed in the air, the light of the lightning illuminating the entire battlefield, as if proclaiming his invincibility and power.
In this chaos and bloodshed, Enel stood proudly like a Thunder God, his eyes flashing with endless fighting spirit and confidence.
No matter how many enemies there were, he would use the power of lightning to defeat them one by one, defending his dignity and majesty.
......
“It seems these pirates won't last much longer…”
Kurozumi Orochi shook his fan, watching the battle before him with a complacent smile on his face.
His gaze shifted across the battlefield, a trace of indifference and calculation flashing in his eyes.
“Honestly, this lightning guy is pretty strong…”
He frowned slightly, feeling a little displeased.
Enel's lightning raged across the battlefield, causing the Beasts Pirates to retreat steadily.
“At this rate, we won't even get mutual destruction.”
Orochi's voice was low, a hint of dissatisfaction and confusion in his tone.
Where did these people come from? Their strength is actually this terrifying.
“Clack…”
Orochi closed his fan, making a crisp sound.
He turned to look at his subordinate, his gaze stern.
“Are Queen and the others still in the lab?”
The subordinate nodded respectfully.
“Yes, sir.”
“According to the reports, Queen is fighting the other intruders with his men.”
The subordinate's voice carried a hint of nervousness, clearly worried about the current situation.
A flash of cunning and ruthlessness crossed Orochi's eyes.
“Should we add fuel to the fire?”
The subordinate asked with a sinister smile, a hint of viciousness in his tone.
Orochi pondered for a moment, a cold smile curving his lips.
“Release all the prisoners from Udon.”
His voice was low and full of commanding authority, as if everything was under his control.
The subordinate's expression changed slightly upon hearing this.
“But, given those prisoners' hatred for us, they might defect.”
His voice carried a hint of hesitation and worry, clearly concerned about this plan.
A flash of disdain and ruthlessness crossed Orochi's eyes.
“In this country, those people need fame and profit. Promise them these things in the name of the Beasts Pirates.”
His voice revealed endless calculation and cold-bloodedness.
“Even if it doesn't succeed, it can make the situation even more chaotic.”
The subordinate's eyes flashed with understanding and awe, and he quickly nodded.
“Understood, sir.”
His voice was full of respect and obedience, and he turned to carry out the order.
Orochi stood on high, coldly watching the chaotic battlefield, his heart full of conspiracy and calculation.
He knew that as long as the prisoners from Udon were released, the situation would become even more chaotic.
No matter the outcome, he would be the biggest beneficiary of this chaos.
The air was filled with tension and the stench of blood, the screams and roars on the battlefield intertwined, like a tragic symphony.
Orochi's laughter sounded particularly sinister in this chaos, as if he were a mastermind manipulating everything, coldly watching it all.
He secretly rejoiced in his heart that whether it was Enel or the Beasts Pirates, their power was just a tool in his eyes, and the ultimate victor would be him, Kurozumi Orochi.
His eyes flashed with endless ambition and greed, waiting for that moment to arrive.
“You have a good plan…”
A mocking voice sounded beside Orochi.
Kurozumi Orochi's hairs stood on end, his heart feeling as if it were being gripped tightly by an icy hand.
He hadn't even noticed anyone approaching, and a strong sense of fear and unease welled up within him.
He shouted sharply:
“Who is it? Stop hiding! Show yourself if you dare!”
A man with light purple hair slowly appeared before Orochi, tilting his head back to drink wine, his gaze mocking and cold.
His steps were light and unhurried, completely disregarding Orochi.
“You can call me Captain John.”
Orochi's expression changed drastically, and a strong sense of vigilance and anger surged within him.
He feigned composure, questioning sternly:
“What is your purpose?”
A cold smile flashed in Captain John's eyes, as if mocking Orochi's ignorance and fear.
“Nothing much, just want to borrow your fruit for a bit.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the sword in his hand slashed out violently, the blade instantly slicing through the air, directly aimed at Orochi's neck.
A look of horror flashed in Orochi's eyes, and he instinctively wanted to dodge, but Captain John's speed was too fast, the blade approaching relentlessly like the call of death.
Orochi felt a sharp pain, letting out a shrill scream from his throat, blood spurting out.
“Ah… you…”
Orochi's eyes widened, his hands tightly clutching his neck, blood gushing out from between his fingers, staining his clothes red.
His body swayed, his eyes filled with horror and despair.
Captain John looked at him coldly, a cruel smile curving his lips.
“Someone like you doesn't deserve to possess such power.”
His voice was low and cold, as if pronouncing Orochi's death sentence.
Orochi's body gradually lost strength, his legs went weak, and he knelt to the ground.
Captain John's figure became blurred and distant in his vision, like an unattainable nightmare.
“You…”
Orochi wanted to say something, but the sharp pain in his throat prevented him from making a sound.
His body finally collapsed powerlessly to the ground, blood spreading across the ground, staining a patch of earth red.
Captain John looked at the fallen Orochi, coldly scoffing.
“Stupid guy, didn't think you'd die so easily.”
He sheathed his sword, tilted his head back and took a swig of wine, a hint of coldness and ruthlessness in his eyes.
The air was filled with the stench of blood, and the noise of the battlefield seemed to become distant and blurred at this moment.
Captain John's figure appeared particularly cold under the sunlight, like a ruthless executioner, coldly watching this chaotic battlefield.
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