One Piece: My Monster Girls Have Become Beasts?

Chapter 238 Standoff: The Thick Dark Circles and Rationality from the Warring States Period?!

Lingling's arrival completely shattered the last vestiges of order in the square.

Unconsciously, her terrifying Soul-Soul Fruit power was unleashed, and the souls of the fallen and wounded soldiers around her seemed to feel the pull of a black hole, emitting faint groans. Prometheus laughed wildly on her shoulder, and flames instantly turned the surrounding banners to ashes; Zeus, meanwhile, continuously unleashed azure lightning, pulverizing any survivors who tried to approach.

Lingling's huge eyes, filled with greedy bloodshot veins, swept over Shiki, Whitebeard, Sengoku, and Brian high in the sky. In her eyes, these powerful figures were nothing more than flies that prevented her from enjoying her "treasure feast."

"Brian! Newgate! Skeeter! And that glowing Sengoku—" Lingling opened her blood-red maw, thick saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth onto the scorching rocks with a hissing sound. "Leave those boxes to me, or everyone on this island today will become my sacrifice."

Silence reigned; no one answered. Simply put, Lingling was completely ignored.

"Hey hey hey hey! Did you hear me? I'm talking to you!"

Seeing this, Lingling became enraged, letting out a roar powerful enough to shatter an ordinary person's eardrums. The immense pressure spread with the fluctuations of the Soul-Soul Fruit, making the air thick and sticky. Her bloodshot eyes were fixed on the wooden boxes containing the Devil Fruits, and even her gaze towards Whitebeard and the others carried a contemptuous look as if they were "ingredients."

"Lingling, you shameless woman, stop your drunken rampage!"

Before Whitebeard could even speak, Shiki launched the first attack. His lion-like golden hair danced wildly in the wind, and the "Sakura Ten" and "Wood Wither" swords in his hands crossed to unleash a golden sword aura, forcefully cleaving a vacuum zone in the shockwave from Lingling's landing.

"Did you eat too much dirt up north just now? Did it ruin your brain?" Shiki sneered, his body slowly floating into the air. His eyes were like a hawk's, and there was not a trace of the teasing he usually showed towards Lingling. "Treasure has always belonged to the strong! You think you can boss me around with this bunch of crying brats? Don't be ridiculous!"

"Shiki, you bastard, do you want to die?!" Lingling's face instantly turned so dark it seemed to drip water, and the flames of Prometheus surged, making her face look like a demon from hell.

"Want to kill me? Then try!" Shiki's forehead veins bulged. He wasn't the kind of man intimidated by reputation, especially with the most precious fruit of the Valley of the Gods right in front of him. Anyone who stood in his way was his mortal enemy. "While I was roaming the seas, you were still thinking about which man you'd have a child with! Don't talk to me with that condescending tone. This is the Valley of the Gods, not your playground!"

Faced with Shiki's merciless tirade, Whitebeard Newgate didn't say a word, but silently gripped the Murakumogiri in his hand.

Om-!

An immense, oppressive force exploded from the white-bearded figure, an absolute power capable of tearing apart the atmosphere and shattering space. The white-bearded figure remained as steady as a mountain. Though he remained silent, the milky-white, vibrating light emanating from the Murakumogiri was the strongest possible response to Lingling—want the box? Then trade your life for it.

At the same time, Brian, high in the sky, also moved.

The clouds that were originally shrouded in Buddhist light became eerily quiet. Then, an extremely restrained yet all-pervasive sharpness directly suppressed the Buddhist light of the Warring States period.

Brian's calm, almost godlike eyes looked down at the scene below. The aura emanating from him was no longer a single outburst, but rather like a silent tide, forcefully pushing away the blood and heat brought by Lingling inch by inch.

On this altar, no one retreated; only a terrifying aura gradually rose and finally collided violently in mid-air, as if even space itself was about to be completely torn apart by these strongest wills.

Thus, the four remaining core fighters of the Rocks Pirates—Brian, Shiki, Edward Newgate, and Linlin—finally gathered in a demonic "great assembly" before this altar stained with the blood of Celestial Dragons and slaves.

On the other side, the two pillars of the Navy, Garp and Sengoku, finally found each other again amidst the extreme chaos.

Garp wiped the blood from his forehead, the Armament Haki coiled around his iron fists emitting a humming sound that seemed almost tangible due to its extreme compression. Sengoku, on the other hand, radiated a dazzling Buddhist light. Although he looked utterly exhausted, as the future commander of the Navy, his spine remained upright.

The moment Garp and Sengoku sensed Linlin's arrival, they leaped backward in perfect unison, achieving a brief truce with their respective opponents. The two quickly reunited, standing side by side, their faces grave as they looked at the four great pirates who would dominate the next era of the New World.

The overwhelming pressure made these two naval leaders feel an unprecedented heaviness.

The battlefield, which had been in chaos due to looting from all sides, suddenly fell into an extremely strange and inexplicable balance.

The four directions of east, south, west, and north were locked by four terrifying, world-destroying auras. They were four completely different kingly auras: Shiki's arrogance was like a sharp sword piercing the sky, Newgate's weight was like a giant wave in the deep sea, Linlin's violence was like a raging fire burning a city, and Brian's wildness and indifference were as unfathomable as an abyss.

These four auras collided, compressed, and intertwined above the altar, even causing visible ripples in the surrounding space.

At this moment, there was almost no sound of wind in the air, and even the sound of rubble shattered by the aftershocks sliding down had disappeared. The only thing that could be faintly heard was the chattering of teeth of some weak people hiding in the ruins in the distance, trembling with extreme fear.

Damn it, four against two, this is not an evenly matched battle at all, who can withstand it!

Sengoku roared with rage deep within his heart. His sharp eyes swept rapidly across the surrounding situation, his heart heavy with anguish. He simply couldn't understand why, until now, the World Government's agents hadn't been able to organize any effective reinforcements.

What on earth are those CPO guys, who usually call themselves the "strongest shield of the Celestial Dragons," doing? Are they all dead? Where is Korin? Why did that man who led the Knights of God vanish into thin air after Rocks' fall, and why is he nowhere to be found?

Of course, despite the perilous situation, Sengoku's attention remained focused on Brian.

As a former "old rival," Sengoku had suffered countless losses at Brian's hands. Whenever his gaze swept across Brian's overly calm face, Sengoku felt the wounds Brian had personally inflicted on his body throb with pain, and even the dark circles under his eyes, which were difficult to fade even during battle, were now feeling extremely uncomfortable due to the excessive strain on his tense nerves.

He was really exhausted.

For the past six months, ever since Brian's name haunted the Navy like a persistent ghost, Sengoku hadn't had a single peaceful night's sleep. Almost every night, his dreams were filled with Brian's mocking smile. If it weren't for his already exceptional physical abilities and willpower, anyone else would probably have been driven mad by Brian's "inner demon" long ago.

Fortunately, the Navy's medical capabilities truly demonstrated world-class standards. In response to Sengoku's extreme anxiety and emotional state, the World Government's top medical team, under pressure from the Air Admiral, managed to urgently develop a new type of suppressant drug.

This medicine is specifically designed to control emotional outbursts and neutralize the anger that almost burns away reason. It was precisely because of this that, during the great battle at God Valley, when Sengoku saw Brian again, who was so close to him, he did not lose control instantly as he had in the past, but was able to maintain a rare composure.

As the current Fleet Admiral, Kong naturally noticed Sengoku's change, and he was very pleased that his chosen successor was able to show restraint in front of Brian.

After all, for the Navy, if the commander is a madman who can go berserk at any time because of personal grudges, that is a more terrible disaster than pirates themselves.

Time slipped away little by little in this stalemate.

Six world-class combatants stood facing each other, without uttering a word or making any unnecessary movements. Their power was contained yet restrained, truly "thunderous force stored at their fingertips."

Each person's muscles were in a state of maximum tension. If any one of them showed even a slight weakness for a fraction of a second, he would be met with a devastating attack from the combined forces of the other five.

In this extremely oppressive situation, even the subordinate forces of these top-tier powerhouses dared not utter a word. Whether it was the burly men of the Whitebeard Squad or the brutal children of the Big Mom Pirates, they all seemed to hold their breath, silently gripping their weapons, as if only by constantly tightening their five fingers could they draw a sliver of courage from the cold steel to support themselves and continue standing.

Even Kaido, a reckless man who was born without the knowledge of "fear," wisely kept his mouth shut in the face of this chilling atmosphere.

Although he is exceptionally gifted and possesses incredible physical regenerative abilities, he has not yet consumed the "Azure Dragon Fruit," the one that would allow him to leap over the dragon gate. Kaido is well aware that his current strength is far from sufficient in the face of these six monsters who truly dominate the era.

If he were to forcefully step forward at this moment, he would most likely be instantly eliminated by one side, without even having the right to be a spectator.

During this standoff that was enough to drive an ordinary person to the brink of madness, a subtle spatial fluctuation once again appeared behind Brian, and several figures silently appeared behind him.

The most eye-catching one is the black fur covering her body, exuding a wild, hellish aura. As a top-tier monster girl with the ability of a Hellhound of the Mythical Beast type, the combat power of the monster has long since entered the ranks of general candidates.

Her appearance was like adding a heavy weight to an already precarious balance, completely shattering the fragile equilibrium on the scene. Apart from the six "monsters" standing at the top, Boros's strength was undoubtedly in a class of its own. Even high-ranking officers under Golden Lion or Linlin Mo couldn't help but feel a chill when they met those vertical pupils filled with deathly aura.

Behind and to the side of Boros, the two snake girls, Mia and Aura, stood quietly. Mia's long snake tail, several meters long, was elegantly coiled on the ruins, her tongue slightly flicking out, and the treasure chest in the center of the altar was reflected in her snake eyes; Aura, on the other hand, was like a faint shadow, her figure constantly flashing in and out of the shadows, and the poisonous dagger in her hand emitted a faint blue light.

As for the remaining four dragon maidens, including Leishia, they were still carrying out their frenzied looting operation called "Moving" on the outskirts of God Valley. Under the coordination of Leishia, the dragon maiden, they were transporting boxes of wealth, enough to start a war, to Brian's ship in an extremely scientific and efficient manner.

Brian glanced at the monster girl behind him out of the corner of his eye, a faint smile playing on his lips.

In fact, not only him, but also Shiki, Linlin and Newgate had already secretly made contact with their respective peripheral fleets.

Rocks is dead!!

The crazy era known as "Rocks" came to a complete end with that massive explosion.

These four officers, who had once fought side by side, were no longer thinking about how to counterattack the navy, but rather how to take the most lucrative share of the spoils from this now-overdue feast, and then sail away into their own new era without looking back.

Since the looting was nearing its end, the final eye contact on this altar became the last entertainment of the battle of God Valley.

To stay or to leave?

Everyone was waiting for that moment to break the deadlock.

After a long silence, Brian was the first to make a move. He looked around, his gaze as calm as an ancient mirror reflecting the ugliness of all living beings. His gaze swept over the trembling Celestial Dragons, over the mountains of treasures, and finally settled on the other three powerful pirates with their ferocious auras. He slowly spoke, breaking the dead silence and oppressive atmosphere.

"Everyone, now that we've all fought our way here, how should we divide this final feast?"

Brian's voice was soft, even carrying a hint of elegance as if he were asking an old friend what he wanted for dinner, but to all the pirates and surviving marines present, it was like a heavy hammer striking their hearts.

The calm before the storm is the most agonizing. Everyone knows that now that this man has spoken, every word he utters could determine the ownership of the last piece of treasure in the Valley of the Gods.

That's why, as soon as Brian finished speaking, Garp and Sengoku's expressions changed drastically. They both had a premonition of what was about to happen next.

The other senior officials reacted even more strongly, more directly, and even more aggressively.