One Piece: My Monster Girls Have Become Beasts?

Chapter 239 Can't Divide It? Then Let's Fight! A Seven-Person Melee!

"Divide? Brian, when did you become so indecisive? On this ocean, whoever grabs it first gets to keep it!"

Shiki the Golden Lion sneered, brandishing his twin swords and creating a whistling sound. As his voice fell, the massive, mountain-like island ruins in the sky seemed to press down, casting huge shadows over the entire castle, as if with a single thought, this place would become a burial ground for everyone.

"Oh my god, I'm not interested in your hard treasures. I just want those fragrant fruits on the altar."

Charlotte Linlin let out a deafening, eerie laugh. Her pupils, dilated with extreme greed, were fixed on the treasure chest in the center. Hot saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth onto the expensive carpet, emitting plumes of corrosive white smoke.

"Anyone who dares to snatch their prey at this moment will never die. I'll personally drain their lifespan, making them a Homie for eternity, howling in agony!"

Lingling's threat made the surrounding air thick and sticky. The malice of that apex predator raged wildly, turning the once magnificent castle hall into a killing furnace about to explode.

"Gurararara, I think so too. I want those Devil Fruits on the stage."

Whitebeard brandished his Murakumogiri with an imposing air, determined to create more opportunities for his followers. Devil Fruits were the ultimate shortcut to growth.

"In that case, let's each rely on our own abilities."

Seeing this, Brian didn't need to say anything more. He had actually anticipated this before he spoke. None of them were good people. If things were out in the open, then let's do it!

"Can."

That's exactly what I was thinking.

"I agree, let's each rely on our own abilities."

The golden lion, the old lady, and the white-bearded man all nodded in agreement.

The atmosphere instantly shifted from its initial silence to a fever pitch, reaching a state of explosive anticipation before a volcanic eruption, just a spark away from igniting it completely.

Boom~~~~~~

The four executives who originally belonged to the Rocks Pirates rushed toward the center of the white jade altar almost simultaneously. Their movements were perfectly synchronized, completely disregarding the precarious balance, because in the logic of pirates, only the secret treasure that fell into their pockets was the sole foundation to support their ambitions.

"You lawless bastards!"

Sengoku's eyes were bloodshot, and the illusory Buddha's true form emitted a bright light like a final burst of light. He knew very well that if these Devil Fruits and the enormous wealth were really divided equally among these four people, then the future of the navy would be even more difficult.

He and Garp exchanged a glance. Without exchanging a word, they swiftly flanked each other from the left and right. Garp's heavy fist, wreathed in purplish-black Haki, compressed the air to an extreme degree, creating black void cracks at the tip. This punch directly locked onto Shiki, who was charging at the forefront.

Poor Shiki again, what can you do when he's the fastest?

"Stop them! You useless lot, stop them now! Those are divine possessions! Those are the Azure Dragon Fruit and the Paw-Paw Fruit! We absolutely cannot lose them!"

A Celestial Dragon hiding behind the altar's foundation stone screamed hysterically, his voice completely distorted, hoarse and filled with a desperate urge to commit suicide. Before him, the wooden boxes symbolizing the World Government's highest reward were exposed to the chilling gaze of four powerful pirates.

These high-ranking nobles, who usually regard all living beings as livestock, can now only watch like rats hiding in the gutter, as their most prized treasures are coveted by demons. Those boxes contain not only the Mythical Zoan type Fish-Fish Fruit in Azure Dragon form, but also the Paw-Paw Fruit, which can control space and repel all things. Any one of them flowing into the sea means the birth of a new pirate king.

"Yes, sir!"

Seeing this, the surrounding CP0 members all tried to intervene, but they found that Boros's black figure had also moved. She was not in a hurry to seize the treasure, but instead, with an extremely fierce demeanor and the roar of a hellhound, she directly blocked the CP0 leaders who were trying to take advantage of the chaos to steal the wooden box.

"You useless trash, don't you dare interfere with my master's treasure-hunting activities, die!"

The chaotic prelude was fully unveiled. This melee, which brought together the strongest fighting forces of the era, caused the entire island of God Valley to begin groaning in agony under the immense pressure.

The final gamble has officially begun.

The area around the altar of the central castle in God Valley has now become a singularity where both the laws of physics and the logic of power have collapsed.

Originally, in this life-or-death race for the highest "prize", Shiki the Golden Lion had an absolute advantage. He used the Float-Float Fruit to reduce his own gravity to the extreme, and his whole body turned into a golden light that cut through the air. The impact of the inertia was enough to allow him to cross 100 meters in an instant.

Just as he was about to cut through the last line of defense, Sengoku, whose body was radiating a dazzling golden light, appeared like a ghost in his path.

"Shiki, this sea isn't yours to command yet! As long as I wear this cloak of justice, you won't be taking a single piece of gold from God Valley!"

Sengoku let out a furious roar that shattered eardrums. The Buddha's shockwave, like a golden waterfall falling from the heavens, formed an insurmountable wall of sighs, forcibly intercepting Shiki from mid-air. The two top-tier Haki exploded in the air, and the surging air waves pulverized the priceless white marble pillars around them.

On the other side of the altar, Whitebeard Newgate let out a muffled groan that could shake the island. He had just snatched the "Murakumogiri" sword, which was wrapped in a vibrating aura, and was preparing to clear the area in an unreasonable manner.

However, Garp's iron fist, wrapped in jet-black ink and even faintly exuding a blood-red aura, arrived with a deafening roar that tore through space.

"Newgate, your opponent is me, and you're not going anywhere until I fall!"

Garp's roar carried the madness of a broken faith. He had been protecting the world order, but now the ruler of that order was behaving so poorly. All his unvented anger was poured into his fists.

Two forces powerful enough to destroy an island collided head-on, creating shockwaves that cleared away all the rubble and corpses within a hundred meters, preventing other pirates from getting close to the core area.

In this almost fateful mutual restraint among top-level powerhouses, Brian and Charlotte Linlin, who were originally slightly behind, became the people closest to the prize. Brian, with his ghostly movements and his terrifying insight into timing, was clearly a step ahead.

His figure left a long trail of afterimages in the air, and his fingertips could even feel the warm touch remaining on the wooden box that held the Devil Fruit.

However, accidents always happen in an instant.

Just as Brian's fingertips were about to touch the cold wooden box, the air in the entire central castle seemed to be forcibly torn apart by a blunt knife. Figarando Garin Saint's figure, like a demon returning from hell, emerged diagonally from the shadows beside the altar.

At this moment, where was even a trace of the elegance and arrogance of the leader of the Knights of God?

His signature crescent-shaped hair was now disheveled, with blood clots on his forehead. The crimson longsword in his hand, named "Griffin," was chipped and broken, but the dark red aura emanating from its blade was more intense than ever before.

Both must be scorching hot.

"Brian, you devil! The Figarando family will hunt you down to hell!"

Garin roared. This was not just a simple slash, but a desperate gamble for his last dignity as a Celestial Dragon. The longsword in his hand drew out sword pressure like blooming blood-red lotuses. His completely reckless fighting style forcefully cut into the energy gaps created by the collision between Sengoku and Whitebeard.

At this moment, Garin Sei's heart was already a mixture of desolation and madness.

Just moments before, he had placed his infant son Shanks into the ornate wooden chest that had once held treasure, and had witnessed several assassins carrying away the last bloodline of his Figarand family. That was the last, and most extravagant, bit of tenderness he left behind on this night of collapse.

After watching the car carrying his son drive away, Galin Sheng knew very well that he had no way out.

He felt a chilling self-mockery in his heart: Escape? Where to escape to? If he were to return to Mary Geoise in such a disgraceful manner with his remaining troops, what awaited him would not be condolences and comfort, but a reckoning even more cruel than death.

Deep in his heart, he held the deepest reverence for the shadow sitting on the Void Throne, and he knew best what the death of three of the Five Elders meant.

The Valley of the Gods has become this wretched sight. Those pampered and extremely arrogant Celestial Dragons from various families have either died in the chaos of battle or are howling like pigs in the mud.

The families behind these people, those old monsters who have held power in Mary Geoise for eight hundred years, will never accept the result that "the Holy Land fell because of his incompetence in protecting it."

Even if it were just to appease those angry noble families, Mary Geoise would not hesitate to push him, the "Guardian," out of the way, strip him of his surname, confiscate his lands, and even forever nail him and his family to the pillar of shame.

It was this fear of not daring to go back, this despair of having nowhere to retreat, that transformed him into a vengeful beast. Leading the surviving elite of the Divine Knights, he returned to this final plundering ground with a suicidal, all-or-nothing momentum.

"Divine Judgment - Crimson Lotus!"

Garin Saint's longsword was aimed straight at Brian's throat, attempting to completely force this killing god back before Brian could snatch the fruit box. At this moment, Charlotte Linlin, who had been blocked behind, saw Brian being entangled by Garin Saint and immediately let out a piercing laugh.

"Fine, fine, fine! Since that's how it is, then I'll gladly accept these Devil Fruits, and no one is allowed to take them from me!"

Lingling laughed loudly, her massive, mountain-like body creating a foul stench as she charged forward, bypassing Brian who was locked onto by the sword light, and her enormous hand directly grabbed at the altar.

But at this critical moment, the remaining dozen or so elite members of the Divine Knights who had come with Garin Saint unleashed a combined attack.

These knights, known as the "Guardians of God," collectively burned their life force, using some secret technique to connect their Haki together, constructing an impenetrable line of flesh and blood. They used their bodies to block Linlin's impact, and even the huge spiked club swung down by the young Kaido from behind was held back by them with their shields and broken bodies.

All of this happened in just a few seconds, but the battle situation underwent constant reversals, restraints, and explosions in an extreme moment. The collision of various top-level domineering auras distorted the light and shadow above the entire altar, making the onlookers in the distance and the remaining minions dazzled.

At this moment, the main hall of the central castle of God Valley was no longer a building space as understood by humans, but a dimensional black hole forcibly distorted by violence and domineering aura. Seven wills standing at the pinnacle of the world were fully unleashed in this small space of less than a thousand square meters, the air so thick that even a minor general would die from bursting blood vessels just by standing there.

"Gurararara, this is just the prelude to the Great Pirate Era! Shatter it completely for me!"

"Earthquake! Sea earthquake!"

Whitebeard Newgate let out a deafening roar that shook the universe. He seemed to transform into an eternal war fortress. Murakumogiri swung in his hand, unleashing a perfect white light. This attack was no longer a test, but a "Sea Tremor" infused with the ultimate power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit.

He thrust his greatsword fiercely into the void at the center of the altar, and the vibration sphere condensed on the blade shattered instantly. This force did not push outward, but rather squeezed inward wildly. The gravity of the entire space seemed to increase a hundredfold at that moment. The precious mahogany tables and chairs, the gold-edged carvings, and even the hard bluestone floor, did not shatter as the shockwave swept over them, but instead collapsed directly into atomic dust.

"Newgate, that punch of yours will send the entire island into the abyss!"

"Fist Bone Meteor Shower!"

Garp roared, and his iron fists, which were originally used to protect civilians, now erupted with unprecedented black flames in order to block this world-destroying tremor.

In that instant, Garp's figure blurred into countless afterimages, each punch striking the vibrational wave precisely at its point. His fist clashed head-on with the vibrational wave, producing no longer a sound of impact, but a muffled thud like stars shattering. The sheer exhilaration of pure physical power was enough to make the eyes of the onlookers pop out of their sockets.

On the other side, the Great Buddha of the Warring States period had burned to its extreme, and the golden Buddha light was not only majestic, but also transformed into a substantial shockwave capable of purifying everything.

"The Palm of Heaven - The Wrath of the Great Buddha!"

With a thrust of his palms, Sengoku unleashed two colossal golden palm prints, each a hundred meters wide, carrying the Buddha's compassion and chilling intent, which crashed head-on into the golden lion Shiki, who was raging in the sky.