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Chapter 310 Sun God Nig (Seeking monthly votes)
At this moment, Mo Zhen's "artist's eye" pierced through the surface of that "sun" that radiated endless light and heat, and finally glimpsed its breathtaking true face!

That wasn't some pure fire totem at all, but a living creature so enormous it sent shivers down your spine!
It hovered silently above the altar, its three pairs of exquisitely beautiful wings fully outstretched, their wingspan reaching an astonishing tens of meters, as if a corner of the mythical sky had been cut down and covered here!
The wings were not simply marked with sunspots, but with countless ancient runes flowing with liquid golden flames, slowly rotating and dying. With each slight tremor of the wings, billions of golden-red light fragments containing the dual aura of life and destruction were scattered, like the eruption of miniature solar prominences, illuminating the entire magnificent hall as if it were a divine kingdom!

The dazzling light that was previously mistaken for the "source of the sacred fire" was merely the afterglow of energy unconsciously emitted by this creature, as natural as breathing.

"hiss--!"

Mo Zhen gasped sharply, feeling that even his extraordinary wisdom seemed so insignificant in the face of such a magnificent being.

He finally understood why the ancient inhabitants of the Unova region would devoutly depict this being in murals, worship it, and venerate it as the embodiment of the sun!

This is not the fire moth as commonly perceived; it is a sun deity walking among humans!
He instinctively activated the Artist's Eye again, attempting to analyze its energy level, but the feedback made his pupils shrink—the level column displayed a cold question mark: 【? ?】

This means that the opponent's energy level has completely exceeded his current observation limit, definitely not just level 70, but has stepped into another unimaginable realm, a true... divine beast level!
Just as Mo Zhenxin was experiencing a divine shock, an ancient and vast wave of thought precisely surged into the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness.

[A traveler traversing time and space, my name is... Radiance. I am the guardian of this temple, the spirit of the sun once worshipped by all the people.]

"Radiance...Radiance, the Sun God?!"

Mo Zhen murmured to himself, barely able to maintain the composure that an artist usually possessed.

He hadn't expected that this guy was still conscious and a living being!
And the name sounds familiar, like there's a big moth with that name...

However, because it had been so long, Mo Zhen couldn't remember it for the time being.

I'm so lucky, I forgot about the rest...

The concept of radiance is like an unfolding historical scroll, carrying endless memories and loneliness.

[By relying on the pure faith of hundreds of millions of people in the ancient United Kingdom, I have survived for thousands of years... witnessing the rise and fall of dynasties, and the changing of civilizations...]

Its message conveyed a sense of melancholy for a hero in his twilight years, and the sacred flame that enveloped the entire hall seemed to flicker and fade, like a candle burning in the wind.

However, faith eventually fades, and civilizations change course... In today's Union, few remember my name. The power of faith has waned, and my twilight years are numbered; my moments of lucidity are few...

The last sentence carried a sense of composure, but also a hint of resentment.

[Suppressing that monstrous creature, Earth Cloud, had already consumed most of my essence... Now, I am powerless to stop it from completely breaking free and wreaking havoc on the land...]

Radiance's thoughts suddenly became urgent and serious, like a final instruction.

[My days are numbered. Before my consciousness completely succumbs, I must pass on this final power of the sacred fire...! Only the primordial fire containing the laws of the sun can stop this... calamity that will engulf the entire Unity!]

Upon hearing this, Mo Zhen understood almost without hesitation that this was an opportunity! A tremendous opportunity!
This was practically a tailor-made opportunity for his useless canned peaches to turn his life around!

The shock that Mo Zhen felt upon learning the truth was instantly replaced by an unwavering sense of sacred responsibility, as if it carried the hopes of the entire Unova for the future!

He took a sudden step forward, ignoring the heavy pressure from the nearby land cloud domain. His red suit fluttered in the afterglow of the sacred flame, and his face radiated a martyr's glow as he responded loudly.

"Your Excellency Radiance! No need for further words! This is a matter of vital importance concerning the survival of all living beings. As an artist who pursues truth, goodness, and beauty, how can I, Mo Zhen, sit idly by?! Protecting our homeland, rescuing the people from suffering, and turning the tide are our inescapable mission!"

He placed one hand on his chest, his posture elegant yet resolute, his eyes fixed intently on the enormous sun.

"It is our inescapable duty to rebuild the glory of the United Nations!"

……

The clamor of the battlefield seemed to be isolated outside a thick glass dome, becoming blurry and distant.

Luca's consciousness floated in the endless darkness, like a drowning person falling into the cold seabed.

"Commander... get up quickly!"

"Damn military cap! How long are you going to lie there?! Is this ocean, this dream of ours, going to end here?!"

"Ughhhhhh—I can't take it anymore! Master GSD, its ultimate wave sword... is shattered!"

"Luca—!!!"

More voices converged, like trickles of water, eventually forming a surging river that breached the dam of darkness!
The next moment, Luca suddenly opened his eyes!
What came into view was a shattered land, as if it had been repeatedly plowed by meteorites. Most of the comrades who had fought side by side were now lying in the scorched craters, their fate unknown.

This is... the world of the Navy King!
At this moment, all of its naval members had fallen, and only at the forefront of the battlefield, two unfamiliar figures were still struggling to hold on amidst the tidal wave of attacks!
One of them, the Greatsword Demon wielding the Supreme King's Sword, is none other than the infamous leader of the Black Heart Pirates - Death Obstetrician Naked!
Another suspicious creature that kept rubbing a Poké Ball and emitting amazing electromagnetic force during the battle was none other than the captain of the Gay Pirates – Captain Gay!
They were comrades-in-arms whom Luca temporarily allied with for a common goal after entering the latter half of the Grand Line, the New World.

What they were facing together at this moment was a being that stood like a demon god in the center of the battlefield, whose very existence was enough to make the earth tremble!

That is Kaido, one of the four kings who reigns over the latter half of the Grand Line and looks down on all living beings like an emperor!
It is not a pure dragon, but a dragon-headed mole that has devoured the legendary [Mouse-Mouse Fruit, Mythical Zoan, Land Cloud Form]!

On its head, the ferocious dragon horns and the drill-like single horn merged, flashing with a cold light that could tear the earth apart. The energy wrapped around its body was no longer ordinary ground-based energy, but a terrifying authority that combined the power of the earth and the mountains. Just standing there, it was as if it carried the weight of the entire mountain range on its back!

"Hehehehehe... Kid, it's time to end this farce."

Kaido swung his giant club and unleashed his signature move, the Earth Rumbling Bagua, instantly knocking Luca's two allies to the ground!
Immediately afterwards, a terrifying pressure slammed down on Luca, and the little strength it had just gathered instantly dissipated, leaving it unable to even lift a claw.

Kaido slowly lowered his massive dragon head, his scorching breath landing on Luca's face. "Kid... what did you say you wanted to be a king about?"

The voice wasn't loud, but it exploded in Luca's ears like thunder, each word carrying the power to crush his will.

I am... I am...

The images of his fallen comrades, Admiral Red Dragon's hat, GSD's teachings, and Lao Da's final smile flashed wildly through his mind.

The weight of reality nearly broke its spine, but the flame deep within its soul, born of the Mamba Mentality and a sense of justice, erupted at this moment with its final and most intense brilliance!
"I am... Navy... Wang Luka!!!"

boom--!
[The Power of Sit-ups], activated!

An inexplicable power surged from the depths of its almost depleted body, supporting it as it broke through the mountain-like pressure and stood up from the deep pit once more!
Despite being covered in blood and walking with difficulty, the navy cap that symbolized commitment and dreams was still stubbornly worn on his head!
"The Navy King?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Kaido's dragon eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a deeper savagery.

"Hehehe... How ridiculous!"

It didn't even use any moves; it simply raised the massive battering ram-like club, which was wrapped in dark yellow earth energy, and then swung it lightly at Luca as if swatting a fly.

boom--! ! ! !

The air was compressed by extreme force, producing a sharp popping sound!

"Oh my god, oh ...—"

Faced with that terrifyingly heavy club, Luca couldn't even react. He only felt an indescribable force instantly pierce through his entire body, and then his consciousness began to blur. In an instant, he entered a sweet, baby-like sleep...

On the edge of complete subjugation of consciousness, in that chaos where even time has lost its meaning.

Thump...thump...thump...thump...

A sudden burst of heavy, slow, yet strangely rhythmic drumming sound rang out.

The drumbeats seemed to come from ancient times, piercing through the barriers of time and space, striking directly at the core of Luca's fading soul.

In the blurry vision, a burst of intense light appeared.

At the center of the light, a familiar and agile black silhouette dances a battle dance full of wildness, freedom, and power to the strange drumbeats!

His movements were full of elasticity and rhythm, his arms swinging freely as if they had no bones, and every elbow swing was full of indescribable joy and unbridled spirit!
Behind him, black matter, resembling both flames and ribbons, flew wildly as he danced!

This dance...this figure...

As the drumbeats grew faster and faster, the dancing figures became clearer and clearer.

His signature iced tea outfit, his lean and muscular physique, and his resolute yet cheerful smile...

"So...so big?!"

Luca's remaining consciousness let out an incredulous exclamation; it never expected to see Lao Da's figure here.

Then, the figure—Kobe Bryant—stopped dancing, turned around, and flashed Luca his signature hearty laugh.

"Hahahahahahaha—! Luca, my dear friend!"

His laughter blended perfectly with the strange drumbeats, filled with the joy of liberation.

"It's time. It's time to reveal the final truth to you! I've been hiding my true identity all along, waiting for this fateful moment!"

He opened his arms as if embracing the entire sun, the black ribbons behind him danced like living things, and his body began to burst forth with a warm and intense golden light, just like the sun!

“Man! What can I say? My true identity is that of the legendary liberation fighter who fights for all those who are bound and oppressed in the world!”

Boom-! ! ! !

A deafening roar, like the explosion at the dawn of the universe, resounded within Luca's consciousness!
What? What's going on? The prison guard is actually the legendary liberation soldier!

Then a stream of information started flowing!
Those ancient legends that circulate in the shadows of the Grand Line!
In that erased history, there exists a deity who symbolizes "liberation" and "laughter"!

He possesses the Mamba Iron Elbow, which can stretch and change freely like rubber. His fighting style is like a dance, and his laughter can dispel all gloom. He once fought against the World Government to liberate the enslaved elves, and therefore he is revered as... [Sun God Nig]!
In an instant, everything became clear: Lao Da's guidance all along, that indomitable Mamba Mentality, that bright smile that shone like the sun...

Everything points to his true identity!

Laoda is the incarnation of the sun god Nig!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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