One Piece: My Monster Girls Have Become Beasts?

Chapter 227 The Celestial Dragons have been so arrogant for so long that they've forgotten how to be human!

Faced with this situation, Garin paused for a moment, then took a step in the air, his body twisting strangely in mid-air, and his longsword instantly transformed into thousands of crimson lights, staining the entire sky blood red.

"Divine Skill: Holy Judgment!"

Those lights and shadows were not illusions, but rather materialized strikes resulting from the compressed release of domineering power to its extreme; each sword beam was enough to slice through an entire naval warship. Garin let out a wild, savage laugh. He wanted to cut this sinner who challenged divine authority into pieces, inch by inch, to wash away the humiliation suffered by the Figarando family.

Faced with such a top-tier killing move, Brian's pupils suddenly contracted, and a dark red light swirled in his eyes. He did not retreat; instead, he forcefully pushed back with his left foot, causing the white jade steps beneath his feet to shatter instantly.

"Old man, have you been calling yourself a god for so long that even your bones have become arrogant and rotten?"

Brian's voice suddenly rang in Garin Saint's ears, as gentle as a lover's murmur, yet it sent a chill down the spine of this veteran powerhouse.

Garin's pupils suddenly contracted. He instinctively swung his sword backhand, but only managed to sever an afterimage left by the high-speed movement.

Brian clenched his right fist tightly, and deep purple-black Armament Haki instantly enveloped it. This Haki was no longer just covering the surface of his skin, but rather formed a visible, constantly trembling airflow around his fist like flowing, high-pressure mercury.

"The Ultimate Technique of a Hundred Beasts: Dragon's Breath - Ryuo Heavy Cannon!"

Brian threw a punch, but before his fist even touched the sword shadow, the advanced Armament Haki called "Ryuo" burst forth from his body, transforming into a violent shockwave that directly pierced through Garin's sword aura net.

boom--!!!

Two supreme auras collided violently above the altar. Garin was horrified. He felt an extremely domineering force surging wildly into his arm through the sword. That force not only destroyed his defenses with overwhelming force, but also carried a kind of ferocity like a wild beast tearing apart life.

"You actually mastered the Ryuo technique?!"

"You mere human, yet you dare to dream of contending with gods? You're not worthy!"

Garin Sei was blasted back hundreds of meters, his feet carving two deep grooves in the hard marble floor. He stared incredulously at his trembling hands, where the armor had developed fine cracks due to the internal explosion of his domineering aura.

"Humans?" Brian laughed. A wicked and insane smile curled at the corner of his mouth. "You Celestial Dragons call yourselves gods, but in the end, you're nothing more than humans. You've been pretending to be so arrogant for so long that you've forgotten how to be human."

"What, you bunch of pigs, do you really think you've become gods, invulnerable to swords and spears, and that the world is about to completely turn around for you? If so, I only have one opinion: you're crazy!"

Brian sneered and sprang up again. The domineering aura within him resonated strangely with the bloodline factors of his monster girls. With each step he took, his muscles twitched subtly, simulating the explosive power of an ancient behemoth.

"Beasts - Hellhound - Shadow Strike!"

Brian's figure mysteriously split into three in mid-air, attacking Garin Saint simultaneously from three angles.

Garin's expression was solemn as he swept his longsword across, unleashing a blood-red arc: "Soul-Shattering Blade!"

However, Brian's attack was a combination of feints and real attacks. The instant his longsword severed the two afterimages, Brian's true form had already appeared on Garin's flank, his right leg sweeping out like a battering ram, wreathed in spiraling cherry blossoms.

"Beast King - Ankylosaurus - Rock Breaker Kick!"

Bang!

This heavy kick slammed into Garin Sei's side waist. Although Garin Sei used his domineering aura to protect himself at the critical moment, the penetrating power of the internal force, which was like hitting a cow through a mountain, still made him spit out a mouthful of blood. His body crashed into the golden pillar not far away like a cannonball.

"This power, this precise application of domineering aura?!" Garin struggled to his feet, a hint of fear finally appearing in his aged eyes. He realized that Brian was not just relying on women; his personal martial prowess had already reached the pinnacle of this ocean.

But Brian gave him no chance to breathe, continuing his relentless attack. The barrage of attacks left Garin Saint exhausted, forced to constantly defend and retaliate.

The sounds of the earth cracking, the roars of the powerful, and the explosions of clashing weapons intertwined, creating a grand symphony that could bury an era. The once sacred and solemn white jade steps were now mottled and stained with blood, and countless precious reliefs turned to dust in the aftershocks of the domineering aura.

The air was almost compressed into a solid state as the fierce battle between Brian and Figarando Garin, the leader of the Knights of God, escalated at a breathtaking pace.

The longsword "Heavenly Punishment" in Garin's hand was like a wildly dancing crimson lightning dragon. Wherever the sword pointed, the crimson domineering aura was released and turned into a sky full of shooting stars. As the last guardian of the dignity of God Valley, this old knight had already burned the domineering aura in his body to the limit. His eyes were bloodshot, and every sword he swung was sharp enough to cleave the sky and sever cause and effect.

"You lowly bastard! Before God, your proud army of monsters cannot save you! Your ambition, your sins, will all be utterly ended by this sword!"

Garin roared madly, his aged body unleashing a burst of power far beyond his years. His figure moved like a ghost, leaving many afterimages in the air. It was the ultimate displacement after fusing "Shave" with advanced Haki. In an instant, the longsword was already at Brian's brow, and the red light gathered at the tip of the sword even burned a tiny black hole in the void.

However, faced with this sword that was powerful enough to slay gods and force even generals to temporarily retreat, Brian's performance was extremely bizarre.

Unlike most people, his muscles were not tense. Instead, his body was relaxed in an unusual, flowing way. His arms hung naturally, and dark purple Armament Haki swirled around his fingertips, fluctuating in and out. Whenever the deadly sword blade, accompanied by a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air, was about to touch his skin, Brian's figure would sway slightly.

It was an arc that defied the laws of physics. In Garin's vision, Brian seemed to have transformed into a weightless, withered leaf, drifting aimlessly in the gale whipped up by the sword energy. No matter how intricate or swift his swordplay was, it was always evaded by his opponent in the blink of an eye.

Even Brian's deep, abyss-like eyes held a chilling scrutiny, a gaze that was not that of someone looking at an equal opponent, but rather like that of a surgeon observing a white rat on an operating table.

"Too monotonous, Garin Saint. Your sword, like your decaying noble bloodline, is heavy and boring."

Brian sidestepped a crescent-shaped sword aura powerful enough to cleave a small warship, then casually raised his right hand, flicking his long middle finger to precisely grip the side of the longsword "Heavenly Punishment."

"Hundred Beasts - Flowing Cherry Blossom - Finger Pistol Piercing Bullet!"

Boom-!

A muffled yet extremely penetrating explosion rang out. Garin felt an incomprehensible, savage shock force surge wildly into his arm along the sword. It felt as if a fully grown mammoth was running rampant in his veins. Even though he reinforced his defense with the highest level of Armament Haki, the internal destructive nature of the "Ryuo" Haki still instantly shredded his tiger's mouth.

Blood splattered everywhere, and Garin Sheng staggered backward, his face turning from red to green.

"Your so-called divine skills are nothing more than the most primitive and crude expression of power. You Celestial Dragons have been high and mighty for too long, to the point that you've forgotten the most fundamental rules of this sea."

Brian spoke softly, his voice, though not loud, miraculously pierced through the clamor of the battlefield, echoing clearly in Garin Saint's ears. A signature playful smile played on his lips as he took a light step forward.

"Didn't you notice? Those so-called fatal gaps I left you were merely to observe how many interesting mutations your 'ultimate divine bloodline' could produce through an adrenaline surge under the extreme pressure of death. I must say, you're slightly better than those fat pigs in Mary Geoise, but only slightly."

Anyone with eyes could see at a glance that the rhythm of this battle had been controlled by Brian from beginning to end. Garin, the pinnacle of the Knights of God, was like a child being toyed with in front of Brian. No matter how frantically he struggled, he could not escape the circle drawn by Brian.

Brian clearly held back his strength. He was like a patient, top-notch hunter who, before completely killing his prey, carefully peeled back its fur, observed the pulsation of every vein, and recorded every fluctuation of its domineering aura.

Clearly, Brian was controlling the pace of the fight, not in a hurry to end it. This was to make more preparations for the subsequent plans at God Valley, since Rocks hadn't even launched his final attack yet.

As the cat-and-mouse game between Brian and Garin reached its climax, the bloodiest and most violent scene since the start of the war erupted at the heart of the God Valley battlefield.

"Get out of my way! You white vermin blocking my path! Who gave you the audacity to look me in the eye!"

Rocks D. Xebec, the demon god completely consumed by the Dark Fruit and his extreme ambition, has now transformed into a walking death reaper. Dark purple gravity ripples swirl around him, and with each step he takes, the hard marble floor crumbles into dust from the overwhelming aura he exudes.

From the outer sea of ​​God Valley to the inner sea, and then to the very core of God Valley, he treads the "Blood Road of the Underworld Sea" paved with the flesh and blood of naval elites and the God's Guard, like a red-hot steel nail, straight toward the evacuation center in the central area of ​​God Valley.

That place was the last refuge for the Celestial Dragons, who had lost all their dignity and were frantically rushing towards the escape route.

"Stop him! Stop that demon at all costs!" a CP0 deputy commander screamed shrilly.

Several top CP0 agents, capable of serving as candidates for Navy Admiral, were frantically unleashing the Six Powers at the cost of their lives. A barrage of "Storm Kick" vacuum waves and "Finger Pistol" meteor showers attempted to block every inch of Rocks' path. But before Rocks at this moment, these so-called pinnacle techniques were as laughable as straws waving by a child.

"Dark Cavern - Withering!"

Lockes let out a cold snort, not even glancing at the group. With a casual wave of his hand, a dark purple gravity black hole instantly exploded in the center of the crowd, an irresistible pulling force that swallowed up the air, light, and even the surrounding matter.

Under the horrified gaze of those top agents, their bodies were forcibly compressed and twisted amidst the horrific sound of bones shattering, ultimately transforming into fist-sized dark red blood spheres, which were then completely obliterated by the churning dark matter smoke. This method of death transcended the realm of gore; it was an annihilation from a higher dimension.

Rocks' bloodshot eyes, glowing with a destructive red light, pierced through all the ruins and obstacles, locking onto the Celestial Dragons' iron cages guarded by heavy seastone chains.

In the shadow of the iron cage bound by heavy chains of sea stone, the once stunningly beautiful women and innocent children have now become the most lowly prisoners in this Valley of the Gods.

Rocks' wife, the once highly respected woman on Beehive Island, had long lost her composure. Her expensive silk dress was torn to shreds, and her exposed skin was covered with crisscrossing whip marks and burns—marks left by the Celestial Dragons with the most vicious instruments of torture during their long "hunts."

Her eyes were lifeless, her long hair clung messily to her face, which was covered in blood and filth, and her hands gripped the cold iron bar tightly, with dried blood between her fingers, as if it were her only lifeline in this hell.

In her arms, the youngest son, who had never seen the sunlight and should have been the most noble "young master" of this sea, was curled up in a small ball. The child's tender face was full of terror, and due to long-term malnutrition and imprisonment in darkness, his face was sickly pale.

Each time a powerful collision from the outside world caused a tremor, he would tremble violently like a frightened cub, emitting weak sobs like a cat's meow. His clear yet fear-filled eyes were particularly glaring in the darkness, piercing the heart of the demon god, which had long since hardened to the point of being cold as iron.

As for Shakky, the intelligence officer known for her calmness and competence in the Rocks Pirates, even though she is trapped in a predicament, her situation is subtly different from others.

Because of her outstanding appearance and the unyielding wildness between her brows, Figarando Garin, a self-proclaimed elegant "God Hunter," had long coveted her, even regarding her as the most precious personal trophy in this hunting game.

Therefore, although Xia Qi was imprisoned, she did not suffer the kind of physical torture that livestock suffer. She sat in a specially made single cage covered with expensive velvet but was extremely cold. Although her smart black and purple uniform was stained with some dust, it still maintained a basic level of dignity.

However, the intelligence queen's condition was still far from optimistic. A bandage soaked in blood was pasted on her forehead, a bruise left from the failed breakout attempt. Strands of blood trickled down her delicate temples, tracing the lines of her stubborn and aloof face. In the firelight, they only added to her sickly yet tragically beautiful murderous aura.

Her hands were bound to her knees with a pair of sea stone handcuffs carved with ancient patterns. These specially made suppressors for ability users made her originally agile movements incredibly heavy.

However, the light of hope never died out in Xia Qi's sharp and deep eyes, which were like those of a night owl.

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