One Piece: My Monster Girls Have Become Beasts?

Chapter 228: Deviating from the Original Story Again, the Five Elders Arrive? The Final Battle of 1 vs 3!

His wife, son, and the "white moonlight" he coveted—these three weaklings, entangled in the fate of Rocks, were like sacrificial offerings trampled on a magnificent altar. Their pitiful state, illuminated by the golden holy light that filled the sky, appeared so ironic and real, completely igniting the last wildfire that drove Rocks to annihilate this era.

"Save me—Gibbek—Save our child—"

As if sensing Rocks' distant gaze, his wife suddenly opened her eyes and looked in Rocks' direction. Her weak and tearful voice, at that moment, precisely pierced through the thunderous roar of the battlefield and entered Rocks' ears.

At that moment, Rocks' long-dormant Conqueror's Haki erupted like a ignited star.

"Celestial Dragons, you self-proclaimed gods, bastards! Today, I will wipe you out completely in the Valley of the Gods! I will make this land your eternal graveyard!"

Rocks roared, and the black lightning unleashed by his Haki even sent the surrounding seawater flying hundreds of meters into the air. With the Dark-Dark Fruit's power pushed to its limit, he casually pulled in a Celestial Dragon who was trying to crawl into the life pod. Amidst the agonizing, distorted cries for help, Rocks didn't even blink. He snapped the dragon's spine as easily as twisting a dry branch, and with a flick of his wrist, the limp corpse fell into the bottomless crevice of the earth like trash.

Blood splattered everywhere, and limbs lay scattered!

Rocks' path of revenge was paved with the divine spine of the Celestial Dragons. This extreme rage and bloodshed even made Brian, who was observing from a distance, raise an eyebrow slightly.

Just as Rocks' finger, stained with the blood of the gods, was about to touch the core evacuation ship, and the dignity that had ruled the world for eight hundred years was about to be completely crushed.

suddenly!

The sky over the entire Valley of the Gods froze completely in an instant!

It was a tranquility that surpassed anything that any domineering power could achieve. All the sounds of wind, battle cries, and waves seemed to be forcibly erased from the world by some divine miracle at that moment. The clouds, which had been torn apart by Brian and Rocks and filled with purplish-black thunderstorms, parted to the sides without warning, revealing the deep and cold sky.

Immediately afterwards, golden holy light and pitch-black thunder intertwined wildly in the heavens, forming a massive halo of light large enough to cover the entire island. A primal pressure, so heavy that it made everyone present feel their legs go weak and their souls tremble, crashed down from the depths of the sky.

"This farce must end. How dare the remnants of the D clan desecrate this sacred land."

An old, majestic voice, devoid of any human emotion, seemed to come from the depths of the universe. Each word was accompanied by a tremor of the atmosphere, causing the eardrums of countless ordinary soldiers on the battlefield to bleed on the spot, and they all knelt down and wailed.

Lox suddenly looked up, and for the first time, an unprecedented solemnity appeared on his arrogant face. His pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints.

Amidst the swirling, miraculous holy light, three figures dressed in sharp black suits, like three insurmountable, towering mountains, were slowly falling from the sky.

Standing beneath the sky, which flowed with holy light and dark lightning, the three figures, seemingly embodiments of power from ancient times, finally revealed their true forms that suffocated the sea.

Although they did not display any extraordinary "miracles," the aura of superior beings, tempered by eight hundred years of history, combined with the faint aura of awakened mythical beasts, still brought the entire battle in the Valley of Gods into a strange state of equilibrium.

Standing on the far left is the God of Scientific Defense, Jaigolusia Satan. His thick, white curly hair peeks out from under the edge of his black flat cap, like a clump of white moss growing on a rotting corpse. His deep-set eyes gleam with a cold light that sees through the cycle of reincarnation and views all living beings as ants.

His withered hands gripped the strangely shaped black wooden cane tightly. With each touch, the stone bricks beneath his feet seemed to crack slightly from the cold pressure.

[At this point, I hope readers will remember our domain name 12199.99]

What is most alarming is the dark demonic power swirling around Saint Satan. It is not simply an aura of dominance, but rather more like a life force overflowing from the awakened Mythical Zoan Devil Fruit. It is cold, damp, and carries a nauseating ancient aura, as if some kind of monster from the depths of hell is dwelling within his aged body.

At the center stands the Environmental War God, Marcus Mars Saint, who possesses striking features: long, silver-white hair reaching his waist, and an equally long, meticulously groomed beard. He stands tall and imposing, his dark green suit remaining motionless in the gale, his gaze as cold as a high-altitude glacier.

Mars Saint did not draw his sword, but stood with his hands behind his back. However, the air around him seemed to be slightly distorted. It was a kind of oppressive feeling at the level of a top general. Just by standing there, the air pressure within a radius of a thousand meters would ripple. The originally violent sea wind became docile and deathly still when it approached his body, showing an absolute control over the local battlefield environment.

Standing on the right, like a sharp blade yet to be drawn but already exuding murderous intent, was the financial warrior god, Izambaron V. Nassjuro. Unlike the other five elders, he was not wearing a heavy suit, but rather a light white kimono. A pair of round-framed glasses that gleamed coldly perched on his nose, and his bald head appeared exceptionally hard and resolute under the holy light.

What Brian and Rocks feared most was the long sword he held in his arms, the "First Generation Kitetsu," one of the twelve Supreme Grade Swords. Nasujuro Sei's calloused hands rested lightly on the hilt, emanating a sharpness that could freeze the soul.

Among the three martial gods, his sword energy was the purest, even subtly surpassing all the top sword masters in the arena. This pinnacle of swordsmanship was enough to make him firmly stand at the top of the combat power, even a level above that of a top general.

These three old men are the ultimate embodiment of power in Mary Geoise, the "incarnation" of Im, the supreme will that ruled the world for eight hundred years.

This time, three people have descended simultaneously to cause chaos in God Valley and to intercept and kill Rocks and Brian!

While their strength may not have reached the exaggerated level of instantly erasing an era, their "ultimate combat power" between the Admirals and the Four Emperors, combined with the bizarre and troublesome regenerative abilities and characteristics of the Mythical Zoan species after awakening, is enough to make any challenger feel as if they have fallen into an ice cellar of despair.

"Rocks D. Xebec!" Saint Satan spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and hollow, carrying the air of a superior's pronouncement, "Your and your Rocks Pirates' antics on this sacred land have reached the limit of the World Government's tolerance."

As Nasujuro Sei slightly pushed away that one inch of the First Generation Kitetsu's blade, a pale sword pressure swept across the ground, instantly forcing back the Rocks Pirates' elite forces who had been advancing wildly.

"The balance of the world needs to be restored with blood. And you are the best sacrifice."

"Hmph, laughable!"

"You old bastards who've been hiding in the shadows, finally decided to roll out of that rotten castle?"

Lox stood atop the crumbling altar ruins, his black hair wildly flowing, the darkness in his right hand like a ravenous beast, relentlessly devouring the surrounding light. He let out a chilling, malevolent laugh, his eyes blazing with battle intent. Facing the supreme will that ruled the world, he showed no sign of retreat, but rather exuded a madness that seemed intent on dragging the entire world into the abyss.

Saint Satan gracefully landed atop a pristine white spire that had not yet collapsed. Beneath his black flat cap, his withered eyes were as calm as a stagnant pool, and his black cane lightly tapped the ground.

boom-!!

In an instant, a gravitational fluctuation invisible to the naked eye, accompanied by dark red lightning, spread wildly in a ring. It was not a simple pressure, but a "domain" that mixed domineering aura with eerie life force.

The ancient monsters that were still roaring and the pirates and marines who were fighting bloody battles all made a tooth-grinding sound of bones cracking the moment they touched this wave. Many weaklings with weak wills couldn't even scream before they were squeezed into thin blood cakes by the ten-thousand-fold increased gravity.

"Gibeck, you have overstepped your bounds." Saint Satan glanced down at the corpses of the Celestial Dragons scattered on the ground. Those nobles whose spines had been crushed by Rocks were, in his eyes, nothing more than ants fallen to the dust. "The remnants of the D bloodline always like to perform a self-righteous, absurd solo dance before their self-destruction. You have killed so many descendants of the Creator," the sea's order has been stained with an indelible filth because of your stupidity.

"Order? Those rules set by you vampires, I will crush them with my own hands today, turning you and your old bones into nourishment for this Valley of the Gods!"

Rocks roared, his Conqueror's Haki surging once more, and black lightning crackled wildly around him, creating tiny cracks in the surrounding space.

However, just as Rocks was about to make his move, three heavy, star-like pressures suddenly erupted from the three old men opposite him, one after the other, and that was also the Conqueror's Haki of those who stood at the pinnacle of world power.

The Conqueror's Haki of Saint Satan, Saint Mas, and Saint Nassuro resonated in the void, transforming into three towering golden pillars that pierced the heavens. The sky, which had been dyed dark purple by Rocks, was instantly torn open with a massive golden rift.

The three wills spun and squeezed wildly like a millstone, and the sea area within a hundred miles of the Valley of God was actually dented under this pressure, forming a huge circular pit.

Lox's pupils contracted, but instead of backing down, he let out a maniacal laugh that shattered space.

"Three against one? This is the feast I've been waiting for!"

He suddenly spread his arms wide, and the most primal and violent Conqueror's Haki within him surged upwards like a tsunami breaking its banks.

Dark red lightning exploded from beneath his feet, clashing head-on with the golden holy light of the Five Elders!

"Boom—!!!"

Above the Valley of the Gods, the sky was now completely divided into two worlds: one side was a dark red and pitch black filled with an aura of destruction, as if it wanted to devour everything; the other side was a majestic, solemn, and dazzling golden light with a sense of divine judgment.

At the center where the two forces converged, space was distorted to the extreme, creating fine lines like a shattered mirror. Purple lightning and golden flames collided wildly, erupting into blinding orbs of light.

At this moment, the entire island groaned. Under the clash of these wills, the clouds in the sky were actually wiped away, revealing a deep, cold, and star-studded cosmic background. The seawater around the Valley of the Gods was instantly evaporated by the domineering high temperature, rising into a wall of water mist tens of thousands of meters high, isolating the entire battlefield from the world.

"Order? Divine authority?" Rocks stepped forward at the center of the terrifying shockwave, letting the aftershocks of his domineering aura tear small wounds into his body. His maniacal laughter echoed throughout the entire sea. "Today, I will tell you all that on this high seas, only the strong are the truth!"

"Mortals can never understand eternity."

Satan's eyes turned cold, and his body underwent a sudden transformation. Black smoke and dark red demonic energy surged from his body, transforming it from a human form into a phantom beast that transcended common biological knowledge.

Beneath its originally withered skin, countless ferocious arthropods and sharp blades emerged from its cocoon. Satan Saint's upper body maintained that demonic bull-headed form, while its lower body transformed into a giant spider with six sharp barbs and flowing with highly venomous slime.

"Mythical Zoan - Ushioni Form - Awakening!"

Immediately afterwards, Mas Saint let out a clear cry, and his body was instantly enveloped in crimson flames. Amid the gasps of the crowd, he transformed into a strange bird that blotted out the sky, with wingspans of hundreds of meters, each feather resembling a burning holy sword.

"Mythical Zoan - Itsumade!"

"This is the Valley of the Gods, the origin of the world, a sacred and inviolable altar." Saint Mars's voice was as harsh as metal cutting, carrying an unquestionable sense of judgment. "You mortals, how dare you trample on the abode of the gods with your filthy footprints! Rocks, your rotten soul is not even worthy of being fertilizer for Mary Geoise's backyard."

The most terrifying of all was Nasujuro Sei. He didn't undergo a glamorous transformation; instead, his body elongated and mutated eerily, eventually becoming a centaur-like frost skeleton warrior. At that moment, the First Generation Kitetsu in his arms erupted with demonic energy powerful enough to freeze souls, instantly turning the ground within several miles into an extremely cold wasteland.

"Mythical Beast - Horse Bone!"

"Then let's see! Let's see if your divine throne is more secure, or if my darkness is more profound!"

Locus let out a maniacal laugh that shattered space, his feet slamming into the ground, transforming into a bolt of black lightning connecting heaven and earth. Instead of adopting any defensive stance, he charged head-on into the encirclement of the three powerful figures with a suicidal, berserk path.