dmims Page 80
Page 80
However, they have a clear advantage in terms of numbers.
In addition, they were all powerful individuals, and thus they truly possessed the strength to fight against the Knights of God.
But it’s normal to think about it.
Most of the Knights of God are selected from among the Celestial Dragons.
Even though the Celestial Dragons are generally quite talented, they only like to eat, drink, and have fun.
It's not easy to find a Celestial Dragon who is both extremely talented and willing to develop in this direction.
The slaves were the best individuals carefully selected from various races.
Even if the upper limit is not very high, the chance of cultivating mid-level strong individuals is very high.
Garin watched this scene with a grim expression, his body trembling with rage.
"Good good!"
"It seems you were prepared to betray the world's nobles all along."
"Today, I will exercise the supreme rights bestowed upon me by the Celestial Dragons—"
"You are sentenced to...death!"
On Christopher's blade, black lightning wove into a web:
"Then let's try it!"
"Let's see whether I shatter your corrupt order or die here today!"
Before Garin's sword was even drawn, the sky over Mary Geoise was already shrouded in a spiderweb of black lightning.
"Divine Judgment - Annihilation!"
He raised his hand and slashed, the black and red lightning carving a scorching trail in the air.
Christopher's knife, however, slashed upwards at an angle that defied the limits of joint flexibility—
The Armament Haki wrapped around the blade suddenly twisted upon contact, deflecting Garin's sword energy into the sky, tearing a canyon-like rift in the clouds.
Garin sneered:
"You think you can fight me just because you have a Devil Fruit?"
"Unbelievable!"
He suddenly strode forward, his afterimage instantly splitting into seven physical entities, all of which simultaneously unleashed a sword strike.
"Divine Judgment - Afterimage Slash!"
Christopher's pupils contracted slightly. In the future scene captured by his Observation Haki, the seven slash trajectories actually existed simultaneously.
"Dimensional collapse!"
His blade vibrated rapidly, creating subtle ripples in the air with each parry.
The seven slashes were folded into the same plane, exploding into a dazzling ball of light between the two.
Garin took a step forward, and an incomparably powerful force erupted from his feet, the shockwave spreading forward in a fan shape.
Christopher didn't retreat but advanced, heading forward against the gust of air.
Where his blade sliced through, space seemed to be kneaded by an invisible hand, twisting the shockwave into a spiral barrier that surrounded him.
"Divine Judgment - Heavenly Dragon Flash!"
"Time and spacetime misalignment!"
The black and red lightning dragon raised on the sword's edge collided with the solid barrier on the blade, producing a teeth-grinding creaking sound.
Moments later, the barrier shattered, and the thunder dragon vanished.
Garin and Christopher's swords clashed, the two men only three inches apart, their blades almost touching each other's throats.
"You lowly, inferior race, how dare you offend us! Today, we will slay you right here!"
Shamrock drew his longsword from his waist, the trembling of the blade causing ripples in the air.
Tiger took a half step back, and the instant his foot shattered the floor tile, a high-pressure jet of water gushed out from the crack:
"I have come here to show you high and mighty Celestial Dragons the fury of your slaves!"
He had already transmitted the shockwaves of Fishman Karate into the rock layers below during the previous standoff, silently controlling the moisture in the Red Line.
Shamlock used his excellent Observation Haki to spin around and dodge the oncoming water.
As he dodged, he raised his hand and swung it, causing the sword to suddenly split open. Three slashes, wreathed in black flames, attacked Tiger in a triangular formation.
"Fishman Contortionist Technique: Reverse Flow Wall!"
Tiger's arms were covered in Armament Haki, and he took the slash head-on. The splashing water droplets evaporated into mist when they came into contact with the black flames.
Shamrock suddenly lunged forward, the tip of his sword twisting and deforming in the thrust.
The sword hilt transformed into a ferocious dog's head, biting at Tiger's throat, while the extended blade split into two barbed chains, blocking any space for dodging to the left or right.
Tiger's pupils contracted. He had never seen a weapon that could change shape like this before, and for a moment he was flustered.
Fisher Tiger jerked his head back, his canine teeth brushing against his Adam's apple, and stomped his right foot, covered in Armament Haki, on the ground.
The rubble kicked up was carried by the high-pressure water flow, forming a dense barrage.
Shamrock sneered:
"It's up to you, Kerberos!"
The longsword in his hand completely disintegrated, and the phantom of Cerberus appeared amidst the smoke and fire.
The middle head spewed corrosive black flames, the left head tore at Tiger's right arm, and the right head twisted at his legs.
Shamrock was only one year older than Black.
As a normal Celestial Dragon without any special abilities, his current strength is not even as good as Shanks', who has been fighting for many years.
Fisher Tiger is, after all, the leader of the Fishmen, and his strength is comparable to that of Jinbe in the future.
Fortunately, Shamrock's weapon greatly enhances his combat power, even giving him a subtle advantage.
After several clashes, the battlefield between the two had become a puddle of water, and Tiger slammed his foot into the water.
The ring of water blades that erupted from him cleaved the black flames, and he was simultaneously propelled into the air by the recoil.
He crouched in mid-air, his left leg striking the three-headed dog like a battle axe.
The three-headed hellhound was knocked away and landed steadily in Shamrock's hands, where it transformed back into the shape of a rapier.
When Tiger landed, the fabric on his left shoulder was charred black, the embers of the black flames having burned through his clothes.
The two men, panting dozens of meters apart, had water droplets, shattered like diamonds, suspended between them, reflecting their blood-stained yet more excited faces.
When Christopher's blade clashed with Garin's sword again, the black and red spheres formed by the collision of the two Conqueror's Haki blasts crushed the surrounding buildings into dust.
Tiger and Shamrock were forced to retreat, the four of them staring at each other across the energy vortex—
Their robes were torn, but they had no injuries.
But the fighting spirit in the eyes of the four was more dazzling than the flames burning in Mary Geoise.
In an instant, the two sides clashed once again.
Faintly, one could still hear Garin's roar:
"Let's see how long you can hold out?!"
Chapter 105 What if he weren't blue, fat, and a fishman...
On the other side of the battlefield, a fierce battle was also raging between the Knights of God and Christopher's private army.
Junzi's arrows darted across the battlefield, occasionally piercing the body of a private soldier.
"Three o'clock."
The trail of light trailing behind the arrow suddenly split into a spiderweb pattern.
With a flick of her finger, three arrows followed different trajectories, blocking the retreat of a long-legged tribesman.
Giringom's power activated, and the fear he absorbed from the two giants began to materialize.
With a hiss, the lava colossus was intercepted by the Mink Tribe's static net before it could take shape.
Chiringom's face was filled with anger as he muttered a curse under his breath:
"Damn beast!"
"A boring trick!"
The laser beam that Maffei spoke of swept across the battlefield, and some of the weaker slaves instantly fell to the ground, their bodies emitting blue smoke.
She used her sharp horn to knock away the merman who was attacking from behind, and as she turned around, a lead bullet whizzed past her ear.
Maffei turned and smiled slightly at the girl holding the sniper rifle:
"Little girl, your toys can't hurt me."
Somaz's thorns suddenly burst forth from the ground, tearing the wings of three Sky Island slaves until they bled.
"Third rotation!"
One of the giant slaves roared, and the deafening roar echoed across the battlefield.
At the same time, he grabbed a steel pillar and smashed the Yeti Knight's ice wall, his hand splitting open and bleeding as ice crystals flew everywhere.
Three long-armed tribesmen seized the opportunity to throw out their specially made fishing nets.
Just as Mafi was about to fire her laser, the God Knight wearing a gas mask suddenly appeared, tearing the fishing net apart with his twin swords while leaving a cross-shaped wound on the Longarm Tribe's chest.
"We also need to pay attention to our formation!"
The knight of the gods, dressed like the Grim Reaper, drew his scythe in an arc, and several slaves in front of him instantly fell to the ground.
Two female knights of the gods charged into the slaves' formation.
One of them had short blue hair and looked gentle and sweet; the other had long, flowing golden hair adorned with a flower and looked cool and beautiful.
But he showed no mercy in battle, capable of sending several slaves flying with a single punch or kick.
A gunshot rang out, and the knight of gods, wielding a sniper rifle, fired a lead bullet, creating a bloody hole in the shoulder of the sniper girl in the distance.
She blew out a puff of gunpowder smoke, and just then, a burst of Conqueror's Haki erupted from the other side, causing the entire battlefield to freeze for half a second:
"Should we go and support the commander and the regimental commander?"
Even if you wanted to go, you probably wouldn't be able to find the time.
The yeti, not far away, replied in a muffled voice:
"That Christopher guy really built a tenacious anthill!"
During this time, the slaves completed the formation change and transported their wounded comrades to the rear for treatment.
It must be said that although Christopher's private army is not as strong as the Knights of God, their military discipline is quite good.
Thanks to the tacit cooperation of the unique abilities of each race, as well as their considerable strength, they actually managed to hold off the Knights of God for the time being.
However, even if the Knights of God do not possess the prestige they deserve, their true strength is far greater than Christopher's private army.
For a short time, they could still hold their own with tactics and numbers, but as time went on, it was foreseeable that the slaves would suffer increasing casualties.
Therefore, the knights of the gods were not in a hurry at all; they believed that if they just dragged things out, they would surely win.
Below, Hong Kong.
Betty's flag was planted on a twisted steel frame, its surface cracked by sword energy.
She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth; the gash on her hand stained the flagpole crimson.
"Old man, this sword is really hard!"
Horn's greatsword cleaved through the steel frame behind Betty, and amidst the flying sparks, his cold laughter echoed:
"Do you think it's worth giving your life for slaves whose names you don't even know?"
While fighting, Horn also tried to influence Betty's fighting spirit through words.
"You're the kind of guy who wears justice as a uniform..."