If Sengoku doesn't pull back his net soon, I'll become the Pirate King!

Chapter 320 The so-called power of numbers?

Lightning bolts and thunderbolts indiscriminately bombarded the area of ​​Impel Down exposed above the sea.

The ferocious attack blotted out the sky.

When the enraged light and thunder ceased their attack, the enemies who should have been left behind had already vanished.

Boom!

A continuous stream of black lightning struck the ground, and as the magic circle was completed with its final stroke, two figures appeared in the black smoke.

"—Looks like we're late, Junzi."

Junzi, who was the first to step out of the abyss magic circle, glanced at the pitted ground, then looked up at Garp and Borsalino, who were looking around in the air.

"navy----"

"Useless! A dignified naval hero and future admiral, he actually let a pirate escape so easily."

"Alright, Junzi."

Figaland Greene stopped Junzi, who was about to reprimand him, his face showing no anger at the enemy's successful escape.

"Garp, it's been a few years, hasn't it?"

A flash of lightning.

Garp descended from the sky to the ground, his expression solemn, his brows slightly furrowed.

"Figarand, I don't want to say 'long time no see' to someone like you."

"I'm leaving now. Other marines will come and clean up this mess later."

This was not yet twenty years later; Greene's face was almost identical to that of eleven years ago.

His originally sharp features now have a touch of composure.

But that strange, crescent-shaped hairstyle still stood upright.

"Why is the great pirate Bazel here—huh?"

After pausing, Grimm looked behind him, his brows furrowed.

"What is this distorted aura?"

boom--!!

The rubble burying the gate was smashed, and several enhanced angels emerged from it, their enormous nostrils trembling in the air.

Then!

The mouths of all the enhanced angels slowly moved toward the location where Grimm and the others were.

"Disgusting creature, that's the man's ability."

Before Green Saint could say anything, the straps binding Junzi's hands suddenly loosened and became longer.

It shot out like an arrow.

They pierced through the angels who resembled lickers and bound them tightly with bandages.

The next moment, a chilling sound of bones shattering rang out.

Junzi snorted softly, his eyes fixed on the direction from which the angels were charging.

"I'll do it."

Green Saint gripped the sword at his waist.

The glint of the blade flashed and disappeared in the gloomy sky.

The archangel who had just run out was cleaved in two with a single blow, leaving a huge gap in the ground of Impel Down.

Roar! !

Looking at the wildly waving hands and sharp teeth inside the shattered archangel's body, Grimm's expression turned ugly.

This damned thing blasphemed God!

"snort!"

Several flying slashes sliced ​​the true archangel into pieces.

But oddly enough.

Even when chopped into arm-length pieces, the flesh instantly transforms into terrifying blood leeches with human faces and snake bodies the moment it leaves its original body.

The leech's long, narrow shell hardened rapidly, and then with a flick of its tail, its entire body shot towards the target enemy like an arrow.

His slightly protruding lips were torn open, revealing three layers of sharp teeth.

"Thunder".

The lightning bolts that struck with pinpoint accuracy from the sky pulverized the terrifying-looking blood leeches into charred remains.

Garp felt a chill run down his spine.

It wasn't because Grimm was attacked, but because those monsters looked really—

Not entirely satisfactory.

"We can catch up later. Let's go down and check on the situation first."

Sheathing his sword, Grimm walked into the underwater prison with a stern face.

"Garp, you and that marine come over here too. There are still quite a few of those auras from before. Clean them up before you leave."

"Tsk, troublesome."

Garp waved to Borsalino in the sky, and the two followed Grimm into Impel Down.

They traveled along the way, stopping frequently, and killed all the wandering enhanced angels.

Ignoring the scattered jailers and soldiers, the four stopped at the junction of the extreme cold hell and the infinite hell.

"This aura—"

Borsalino, curious, took two steps forward and peered inside through the connection.

After seeing the scene inside, I suddenly felt my stomach churning, and my instinctive vomiting reflex was about to kick in.

Borsalino quickly looked away.

"—A distorted work."

This is Junzi's assessment of the monster on the sixth floor.

"Help, help me—cough cough!"

There are still living people!?

Garp burst forth like lightning, tearing apart the tentacles and fleshy walls that blocked his path.

Then, a thunderous punch cleared away all the strange fleshy walls near the area where the sound originated.

Magellan, whose body was covered in red venom, relaxed his tense expression upon seeing the newcomer, and the toxic gas that had been emanating from him slowly receded into his body.

The true body, with its limbs twisted, is revealed.

"Vice Admiral Garp, you've finally arrived—"

Using the charred passage pierced by lightning to move forward, Grimm stopped in front of Magellan, looking down at the man with nothing but contempt and disgust in his eyes.

"Useless! The entire force of Impel Down couldn't even stop a mere pirate from leaving."

"Now, tell me what happened here."

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Junzi then spoke up: "I am Manmaia Junzi, and this is Figarand Greene, the Saint. As for our origins, you do not need to know."

"Yes, Lord General Gong!"

After coughing up several mouthfuls of blood mixed with venom, Magellan stammered as he recounted the events that had unfolded over the past few hours.

"That man, Bazel—"

Recalling that man's power, Magellan's eyes were filled with fear once again.

"He somehow managed to infiltrate Impel Down Level 6, and none of the Den Den Mushi (snail phones) along the way captured any trace of him."

"Until a commotion erupted at Lv.6, the chief sounded the alarm, ordering us all to proceed to the sixth floor to fight the enemy, but—"

—A few hours ago—

Bazel, exposed to the surveillance of Den Den Mushi, stopped in front of the cage where San Juan Wolf was imprisoned.

The venom and poisonous mist spread throughout Lv.6, but avoided the area where Morgans was located.

"What are you planning to do?" Morgans asked curiously.

"Me? I plan to use this guy to create a false god, to remind the World Government of some terrible things from the past."

As the poisonous mist seeped into San Juan Wolf's face, and as the Western Sea Giant began to convulse wildly, Bazel showed no pity.

He who kills will always be killed.

Morgans told him about some of the possible experiences of the San Juan Wolf.

Killing such a villain who has no sense of right and wrong might save hundreds or thousands of people on the high seas in the future.

Kill one person to save the world.

As the poisonous fog spread, the entire Lv.6 gradually became quiet.

In this deathly silence, the frantic ringing of the bell grew ever more jarring.

Morgans frowned as he looked over.

But they discovered that the minotaur was holding only a piece of iron and a brick.

"That's a special weapon I made for MooMoo; it's the most suitable weapon for him."

The color of the poisonous mist flowing from Bazel's mouth changed, and the light gray poison of Naraku rushed into the already dying body of San Juan Wolf.

"Moo!"

The Minotaur stopped ringing the bells and rushed toward Bazel.

Upon seeing this, Morgans' expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly reminded, "Get out of the way, Bazel!!"

"That guy—???"

Just as the Minotaur was about to collide with Bazel, its massive body suddenly began to fade and soften.

Finally, it transformed into a black liquid and entered the man's body.

A flicker of realization crossed Bazel's eyes.

Just as he had initially thought.

The Minotaur is different from Nora, who wields the power of awakened gold.

Its abilities are more supportive; before fusion, the bells rang by the Minotaur can strengthen the angelic soldiers.

After fusion————

The poison of Naraku will temporarily awaken.

All abilities related to the poison of Naraku will be greatly enhanced.

Whether it's resurrecting undead soldiers to fight for themselves, or the fact that no one survives the Twilight Saga.

"Awaken, false god."

As the murmurs came from Bazel's mouth, Morgans suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

It felt like something really annoying was nearby!

"Stop, Bazel! You're disgusting and frightening me right now!"

Bazel ignored everything and stared blankly into the cell.

"Using the name of a false god to seize the power of the true god..."

"Armor of flesh and blood, vanishing skin, erasing reason and restraint..."

"The self-mutilating flesh pot, in the name of Bazel—resurrected!!"

San Juan Wolf's muscles suddenly began to contort and deform under the horrified gaze of Morgans.

These swollen and deformed muscles wrapped around the original body like a cocoon.

Thump—thump thump!

"He's alive!?"

Hearing the heartbeat, Morgans swallowed hard.

"Hey, Bazel, which direction have you actually developed your abilities in?!"

Bazel took two steps back, letting the swelling mass of flesh burst the cell.

"The Yamata no Orochi is the embodiment of disaster. You don't think I'm a good person just because I've done so many good deeds, do you?"

"A disaster is a disaster, no matter where I use this power."

"It can never change the fact that it is a disaster."

"Awaken, my lovely angels."

The previously quiet Lv.6 was suddenly filled with some crawling sounds.

"Earth dragon".

The ground bulged and deformed, and a pair of brownish-gray eyes looked at Bazel.

"Take Morgans to his men and escort them out of prison; Poseidon is already waiting outside."

Glug glug~

The earth emitted sounds of unknown meaning.

Before Morgans could react, the rising ground swallowed him up.

"Have a safe journey, Morgans. I believe you are capable enough to reach Wano Country."

The ground returned to calm, and only then did Bazel look at the enemy standing at the Lv.6 entrance.

"Pulson, Director, I know you should use your title when you're at work."

Pullson narrowed his eyes behind the mask, his arms wrapped in Armament Haki.

"Young man, don't you think you're being too arrogant? This is my territory."

"Your territory?"

Bazel chuckled a few times, shook his head, and snapped his fingers with his raised right hand.

"This is my territory now."

"You think you have the numbers and the power, but..."

Bazel held his arms out to the sides.

"The one who truly has the numbers and power is me!!"

Bang—bang—!

One by one, enhanced angels with bright red muscles broke through their cages and appeared in the corridor.

The monsters, which had no eyes or ears but only nostrils and large mouths, lay prostrate on the ground.

The exposed muscle fibers twitch erratically.

"Chief, these monsters—"

"Shut up, Magellan! I've got eyes!"

"learn."

The venom-formed dragons were the first to charge into the sixth level. Magellan, with a solemn expression, dared not stop. His body turned into venom, and he created one venomous dragon after another, crashing into the enemy ranks.

"Is it poisonous?

Bazel dipped his index finger in the venom on his shoulder, then, under Magellan's incredulous gaze, put it in his mouth and tasted it.

"It tastes good, but it lacks a bit of sophistication compared to my favorite poison."

"Besides, your poison is useless against my soldiers; they are angels who crawled out of the hell of death."

"A mere venom can't stop them from advancing."

The words had barely left his mouth.

The angels covered in venom straightened up, ignoring the corrosive poison, and charged towards the living with howls.

Barzel didn't attack, and neither did Poulsen; he always felt that the man in front of him was stalling for time.

Are you waiting for that meaty egg over there to hatch?

Suddenly, Pullson looked at the false god, which had swelled to several times its original size, his eyes filled with undisguised disgust.

"Disgusting things are as disgusting as the existence of pirates."