One Piece: My Monster Girls Have Become Beasts?

Chapter 237 The final battle is approaching, gather at the central castle!

In the heart of the Valley of the Gods, the magnificent castle, resembling a towering pagoda, appeared particularly ironic and desolate under the crimson sunset.

Originally, this was the final stop of the Celestial Dragons' "Human Hunting Tournament," a carnival held every three years. Those high and mighty creators used to sit on the terrace atop this castle, swirling vintage red wine, and looking down on every killing that took place on the island below.

This place was once their breeding ground for exchanging top-tier slaves, dividing up world territory, and mocking the souls of the weak. In the Celestial Dragons' logic, this castle is an eternal and indestructible fortress of justice, a symbol of divine authority.

But now, this castle has become the most insane and dangerous powder keg in the entire ocean.

Because of the fall of Rocks, the brutal killing of the three Elders by Brian, and the subsequent "recycling" action by the extremely cold golden light from the Void Throne, which happened so quickly that the Celestial Dragons, who were used to being protected and to order, did not have time to transfer their most precious "prizes".

In the castle's underground hall and central altar, there are treasures that were originally intended as prizes for the hunting competition. These are more than one Mythical Zoan Devil Fruit, top-tier items capable of reshaping the landscape of the sea.

Surrounding these treasures were a crowd of wailing and crying nobles. They usually wore pristine white protective suits, but now they looked like a group of frightened white pigs, rolling around in the mud and blood.

In stark contrast to them were the slaves whose eyes held a deathly stillness or madness; as their shackles snapped, they stared at their former masters with the look of utter contemplation.

"Interesting. As expected, this is the richest place. There are still quite a few people defending it."

Unbeknownst to them, Brian's figure had already silently appeared above the castle. He was like a black god, coldly looking down at the myriad lives below.

In his view, several remnants of the CP organization were still putting up a desperate resistance around the altar. Although the agents were all wounded, they guarded the last treasure like machines. But in Brian's eyes, this resistance was nothing more than the last struggle of ants.

The task of looting the surrounding area and clearing out the miscellaneous soldiers had already been taken care of by his monster girl army. At this moment, the thunder of Reshia and the dragon roar of Ella were coming from every corner of the castle, and each sound represented the loss of the World Government's wealth.

As the master of these powerful monsters, Brian's goal was clearly purer and more greedy. His gaze swept past the chaotic crowd and was fixed on the heavy wooden boxes in the center of the altar that emitted unique fluctuations.

"Lox died of his ambition, and you died of your pride."

Brian chuckled softly, his fingers rubbing together slightly. He was going to take these Devil Fruits that were capable of changing the world. For him, the battle of God Valley had only now truly entered the harvest phase he had been most looking forward to.

Before Brian could make a move, a voice came from afar, moving at great speed. In the blink of an eye, a golden figure could be seen rushing towards them.

"Brian, you cunning fox, you were here after all—"

Shiki the Golden Lion's voice was hoarse and ferocious, and his thunderous roar heralded the siege of the central castle. However, when he appeared in the line of sight of the central altar, everyone could see that this future flying pirate was by no means "relaxed."

Just seconds ago, Shiki was trapped under Garp's iron fists, fists powerful enough to shatter an era.

"Shiki, I told you, your mission ends here!"

Garp's roar, like that of an ancient behemoth, still reverberated in Shiki's ears. Just now, in the ruins of that southern battlefield, Garp had completely transformed into a humanoid demolition machine, with each punch accompanied by a piercing explosion of Armament Haki tearing through the air.

Although Shiki possesses extreme speed, his mobility, which he relies on for survival, is compressed to the extreme in the face of Garp's Observation Haki, which can almost predict the future.

On Shiki's left shoulder, a thick muscle was grazed by Garp's heavy punch, and now it showed a terrifying purplish-black indentation. Blood dripped continuously from his gorgeous robe, leaving a long blood trail in the air.

In order to escape Garp's relentless pursuit, Shiki had to forcefully activate the core power of the Float-Float Fruit, forcibly pulling an entire Navy field hospital that had not yet been evacuated from the earth's crust and slamming it into Garp, barely managing to buy himself a few breaths of respite.

"Huff—huff—that old mad dog, his fists are still so hard."

Shiki spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva. The blade of his famous sword, Sakura Ju and Mukuro, was now covered not only with the blood of the Navy, but also with red marks from his own cracked tiger's mouth.

Facing the row of CP0 elites blocking his way, Shiki's eyes flashed with a hint of savagery. He did not slow down at all, but instead unleashed all the anger that Garp had been suppressing onto these "shields of the Celestial Dragons".

"Get the hell out of my way! You useless piece of trash!"

Shiki let out a frenzied roar, his body spinning rapidly in the air, transforming into a golden storm, his crossed swords drawing two dazzling golden arcs in the void.

"Lion Valley"!

The cleaving wave, wielded by a top-tier swordsman, carried the decisiveness to slice through the sea, cleaving several CPO agents who attempted to block his path with their bare bodies in two. As their entrails and blood mist flew everywhere, Shiki, like a lone wolf breaking through a hunting net, forcefully smashed open the last gate leading to the central altar.

Behind him lay the ruins of several castles on the southern battlefield, which he had personally overturned, smashed, and burned. Those priceless buildings now served as the most ruthless testament to his cruelty.

Although Shiki was covered in blood, with even a dented fist mark left by Garp on his chest, his ambitious spirit burned even brighter. He endured the excruciating pain of his dislocated internal organs, and with a wave of his hand, he manipulated the immense gravity to lift dozens of extremely heavy chests of gold and silver treasures looted from the south into the air.

The treasure chests, moving at high speed in the air, emitted a heavy whistling sound as they rubbed against the air. He, reeking of blood and carrying endless spoils, descended upon Brian like a tyrant returning from hell to inspect his territory.

"I fought my way here with my life on the line, Brian. You better leave me that most valuable fruit, or I'll wipe this Valley of the Gods off the map today!"

The moment Shiki landed, the ground beneath his feet cracked under the force of the violent energy. His blood-stained blond hair danced wildly in the turbulent wind. Although his body trembled slightly, his blood-red eyes were fixed on the core of the altar, his greed and killing intent reaching their peak at that moment.

Almost simultaneously, the once indestructible, several-meter-thick alloy protective wall on the west side emitted a teeth-grinding metallic tearing sound amidst an extremely high-frequency vibration.

Boom! ...

With a deafening bang that shattered eardrums, the entire wall was instantly crushed as if by an invisible giant hand, turning into a sky full of debris and dust, and collapsed with a bang under the force of a violent shock wave.

"Gurararara, Shiki, your voice is still so grating even across half an island. And Brian, you're quite the clever one, getting here so quickly."

Amidst the swirling dust, a massive figure, dragging a heavy longsword, strode steadily into the central square.

Edward Newgate, the giant who would one day be hailed as the "world's strongest man," stood bare-chested, his bronze muscles crisscrossed with a dense network of old and new scars. His right hand gripped the supreme grade sword "Murakumogiri" tightly, the tip of the blade carving a deep groove in the hard granite ground, sparks flying everywhere.

Behind him, a dazzling golden light almost completely obscured the last rays of the setting sun.

"Newgate, as long as I wear this cloak of justice, you won't be taking anything from here!"

Sengoku's deep and majestic voice resonated in the air. At this moment, he had already activated the Human-Human Fruit - Buddha form, transforming into a giant golden Buddha several meters tall. The Buddha exuded a sacred and inviolable aura, and visible white shockwaves were constantly gathering in his palms.

The two had fought their way here from the armory on the west side. The ground along the way had long been reduced to dust by the repeated tremors and impacts.

Sengoku's "Buddha Impact" was always delivered with a weighty force capable of shattering mountains, while Newgate used his fists and Murakumogiri as vehicles to continuously release space-tearing shockwaves through the Vibration Fruit.

Just a second before storming into the square, Sengoku suddenly launched an attack, clasping his hands together and then pushing out like a tidal wave.

"The Seal of Buddha - The Great Thousand Worlds of the Nine Realms!"

In that instant, the golden shockwave transformed into nine intertwined rings of gravity, attempting to completely lock Newgate in place.

"A move of this caliber is no match for the tremors of this vast ocean."

Newgate let out a wild laugh, then suddenly planted his feet in a horse stance, lowered his body, stretched his left fist back to its limit, and then swung it heavily into the void in front of him.

Click—!

Under Newgate's fist, the air cracked like a mirror. The golden shockwave rings shattered and disintegrated the moment they came into contact with the cracks, as if they had collided with their natural enemy, turning into countless golden specks of light.

Using the aftershocks of his attack, Newgate managed to tear a gap in the Buddha's power, allowing his towering figure to pass through the vortex of airflow and step into the core altar where desires intertwined.

Behind him followed a group of imposing and resolute squad leaders, each carrying a heavy bundle on their backs. Although Newgate himself did not have a morbid obsession with those shiny pebbles and simple wealth, a hint of solemnity flashed in his sharp eyes when he swept over the wooden boxes emitting strange fluctuations in the center of the altar.

He knew very well that the "core treasure" here was the most valuable thing, and this power must not fall into the hands of those marines who claimed to be righteous but actually served the Celestial Dragons, these beasts.

"Warring States Period, you know better than I how much filth is hidden behind your so-called justice."

Newgate held his long sword horizontally, the blade pointing towards the treasure in the center of the altar. The Conqueror's Haki emanating from his body echoed the presence of Shiki the Golden Lion who had just arrived, as well as Brian above him.

Although the duel between Newgate and Sengoku has not yet been decided, and both of them have bruises and burns of varying degrees, as powerful figures of their caliber enter the central area, the last vestige of balance in God Valley has been completely shattered in the clash of tremors and Buddhist light.

"I, an old man, will also have a share of this spoils-sharing ceremony!"

Whitebeard Newgate stood proudly on the west side of the square, like an insurmountable mountain. Even the majestic golden light of the Warring States period could not conceal the wild and unruly aura of a domineering ruler emanating from him.

"Mama mama mama! Mama mama mama!"

"How could the final spoils-dividing ceremony be complete without me!"

boom-!

The towering buildings to the north seemed to have been torn apart by some indescribable force. Scalding flames, like magma bursting its banks, gushed out wildly along the collapsed fracture. In the towering flames, the once pristine Mary Geoise-style buildings were blackened by soot, becoming a scene of hell.

The chilling, piercing laughter pierced the flames, followed by a massive shadow that blocked out the remaining sunlight.

Charlotte Linlin, the lioness at her peak, descended from the sky riding the cloud "Zeus" that constantly spewed lightning, with "Prometheus," a miniature version of a star, held aloft in her right hand. She carried an eerie aura that mingled with the aroma of sweets and the stench of rotting blood.

In her left hand, she was holding two bloody heads. They belonged to the CP0 senior agents responsible for guarding the outer perimeter of the core treasure. These intelligence elites, who usually wore masks and were high and mighty, now had their eyes wide open and their faces frozen with the extreme fear of this material power before their death.

boom!

Lingling casually tossed the two heads aside, and they rolled to the edge of the altar like trash, stopping right at the feet of some naval soldiers. The seasoned veterans were so frightened that they all retreated.

"Treasure! That's mine! All the Devil Fruits are mine! Anyone who dares touch my things, I'll drain their soul!"

As her massive, mountain-like body crashed to the ground, the altar floor, already teetering under the shockwaves of the white beard, groaned in agony once more, cracks spreading rapidly like a spiderweb, and in several places, the ground even collapsed directly into the abyss below.

Behind Linlin, Kaido emerged from the billowing smoke. His muscular body was covered in blood, the sacrifices of his enemies. He dragged his spiked mace, "Eight Precepts," while his eyes gleamed with an almost manic thirst for battle.

Behind him stood the first children of the Charlotte family. Although they were still young, each of them bore the innate cruelty and the worship of their mother’s absolute power.

"Linlin, you killed too fast, I haven't even warmed up yet." Kaido roared in a low voice, his black hair dancing wildly in the hot wind. His gaze went over Big Mom's shoulder and fixed on the wooden boxes in the center of the altar that exuded an alluring aura.