I guarded Impel Down for a hundred years in the pirate world.

"Hmm?" He looked surprised.

*Thud*—Amidst a spurt of blood, Ana was severed in two at the waist like a piece of paper, her two halves falling from the sky!

"This woman..."

Before Moisan could figure out what was going on, he suddenly noticed that Ana's falling figure was rapidly disappearing into the distance, and one of her feet was enlarged in front of him.

"Resurrection?! Illusion?!" He hurriedly raised his sword to slash at the reappearing Ana, but the command, like a nightmare, echoed in his ears again.

"Once forgotten, all is gone."

Oh no! He'd forgotten how to draw his sword again. Moisang's heart sank into an abyss. He saw a dimensional difference in power. This woman must have already rekindled the flame a second time! Her Devil Fruit ability had been developed to an extremely exaggerated degree!

This time, however, the heavy blow didn't land on his head; his other foot blocked Ana's descending foot for him!

boom--

The wind howled, and the gale whipped up by the two people fighting above him made it almost impossible for him to open his eyes, but it also filled him with great joy!

Are reinforcements arriving? Or are they just observing?

Why use feet?

The doubt flashed by in an instant, and he immediately attacked Ana from above with his sword!

With a soft thud, Ana was once again cleaved in two by Moisang. The splashes of blood on him felt so real, but they were only real for a moment before disappearing!

Is it happening again? He opened his eyes to see who the reinforcements were. He knew he had to join forces with this strange woman.

What I saw was a foot that was magnified at an extremely high speed!

Boom—

The force, several times greater than Ana's attack, almost made Moisan lose consciousness in an instant. In the midst of the excruciating pain, even his skull cracked slightly!

The earth rumbled and shattered, and a terrified and bewildered Moisang unleashed a surge of Conqueror's Haki, preparing to fight desperately, and then...

I've forgotten how to strike again.

"Once forgotten, all is gone."

Despair, helplessness.

Boom—

Another kick sent the other swordsman, who was bleeding from all seven orifices and still didn't understand what was happening, into a coma and on the verge of death!

He was devastated.

Figo was also in a bad mood. He looked helplessly at Ana beside him and said, "Didn't you say you wouldn't help me? I don't need your help."

"Boring arrogance." Ana scoffed. "Why fight alone when you can take down your opponent more easily?"

"I'm so arrogant! What I want is to get involved in the capture!" Figo shook his head speechlessly. "Never mind."

At worst, we can cure him, release him, and then re-arrest him.

"Not bad, what kind of Devil Fruit is it?"

Ana didn't answer, but instead said shamelessly, "I helped you and saved that guy named Rayleigh, so now you have to help me hunt down demons."

Figo: "Oh, okay."

This surprised Ana for a moment.

She assessed Figo's personality and observed the environment in which Figo and the Straw Hat interacted before temporarily changing the plan to this form.

After all, the original plan of having Demis and others fight the attacking demons while she launched a sneak attack was no longer feasible after two of the three sword saints were defeated.

Even if she uses a Devil Fruit to ignite a flame, her power will be somewhat weakened when facing the progenitor of the demon race; she needs a strong ally.

Figo is a perfect fit. The synergy between Figo's power and her abilities has been fully demonstrated in the Cloud Piercing Sword Saint.

But... you agreed so easily?

“There’s no need to beat around the bush. You saved Rayleigh, just say so. Why fight over the kill?” Figo chained the chains to Moisan’s wrists. “Besides, I’ve only just come from a small town and haven’t even seen a demon yet. I was planning to see one anyway.”

Ana couldn't find the words to reply immediately.

Facing Figo, she always felt a lump in her throat. After a moment of silence, she could only say, "Then get ready, you ignorant little fellow from a small town."

……

The dojo at the deepest part of Sword God Mountain.

"It's terrible! Grandmaster! A senior brother just called for help using a Den Den Mushi. The pirate crew that stole the Sword Spirit Blade has somehow found another powerful ally whose body is engulfed in flames. It seems that Uncle Guansuo is no match for them!"

"Something's wrong! Grandmaster! Uncle Moisang, who went to rescue Uncle Guansuo, has lost contact!"

The two consecutive pieces of bad news shattered the usual tranquility of this dojo, and the disciples were filled with anxiety. However, Dimis, the number one sword saint of the Eastern Universe Sea, did not come out to comfort them, as if he did not care.

Deep within the main hall, he smiled kindly and gently stroked the head of a demon girl.

"Nicole, did you hear that? Someone is causing trouble for Grandpa. They are jealous of Grandpa's title of First Sword Saint and want to ruin his reputation, or even kill him."

The girl looked somewhat flustered.

"Now, you are the only one who can help Grandpa. Don't be afraid of the pain, it will be over soon. As long as you become Grandpa's sword spirit and become Grandpa's power, you can not only stay by Grandpa's side at any time, but also help Grandpa fight and kill bad guys."

The girl looked timidly at the raging fire in the distance.

Don't you want to help Grandpa?

"me……"

"Go, go quickly."

With a combination of coaxing and deception, he finally drove the girl into the flames. Listening to her regretful screams, Demis remained indifferent and locked the blast furnace.

"Damn it, this was all too rushed. I haven't even developed enough rapport with this little progenitor of the demon race yet... Just who is targeting me?!"

"Once I obtain the Primordial Sword..."

His gloomy face and the lingering screams from the furnace echoed each other, making him seem like a true demon.

Chapter 152 Difficult to Determine

Getting better.

The King of the World is still the King of the World. Two of the three great sword saints have been captured. Even if the strongest sword saint attacks, there is no need to panic. After fleeing for half a month, the Roger Pirates can finally catch their breath, have a full meal, and rest, catch up on sleep, or heal their injuries.

Roger stared at the two sword spirit blades.

His ability to hear the voices of all things also helped him a lot during his adventures in the Star Sea, often allowing him to obtain useful information and opportunities. Even through the scabbard, he could hear the thoughts of two sword spirits. Pluto seemed to be quite special, as no ship spirit life similar to Pluto had been born anywhere so far.

In Figo's list of abilities, only Hades Power and Demon Power are marked with the 'Legendary' level!

"They did it voluntarily, willingly becoming sword spirits to be used by the Eight-Armed Sword Saint, Guan Suo." Having understood his thoughts, Roger said in a deep voice, "They are different from the sword spirit sword I saw before. They are happy to be able to help Guan Suo fight."

"What you saw before were inferior products, and these are superior products?" Figo described it this way.

Roger fell silent.

“Destroy them,” Ana said from the side. “Their very existence was a mistake.”

Figo glanced at her sideways: "They are two lives after all. Don't demons deserve sympathy?"

Ana said, "Now I'm starting to believe you're someone who just left your planet and hasn't seen the devastation caused by the demons."

"A terrible sight?" Figo asked. "Roger, what do you think of the demon race?"

Roger thought for a moment and shook his head: "It is indeed difficult to judge, old man. This race sometimes seems innocent, and sometimes makes people want to exterminate them, but indeed, they are now standing on the opposite side of all races in the entire star sea."

"So you support destroying them?"

Roger paused for a few seconds, as if listening intently to the two sword spirits' thoughts, then smiled and twitched his mustache, saying, "No, I don't support it. If you agree, sir, I'll take them in."

Figo laughed and said, "Then it's up to you."

Ana is just baffling. Not only is Figo incomprehensible, but so is Straw Hat? Or are all the people in their 'small town' like this?

“What if I said I didn’t want to let them go?” she asked Figo seriously.

Is there really such a deep hatred?

“I’m from Eisen,” Ana said.

Figo was taken aback: "Where is that?"

Ana: "..."

Roger, who had been venturing into the stars for 16 years, finally knew a little more and exclaimed in surprise, "It's that planet in the Western Universe Sea... that planet that was slaughtered by the demon race and erased from the star map?!"

Figo found out this time.

In describing the brutality of the demon race, one phrase always serves as a backdrop: 'An entire planet was once slaughtered by the demon race.'

Eisen is just that background planet!

"There are survivors on Eisen? No, the massacre on Eisen happened more than eighty years ago, didn't it? You..." Roger stared at the girlish Ana and said, "You're really... 93 years old?"

“There are 107 survivors in total,” Ana said coldly, “including me when I was 7 years old.”

Roger was at a loss for words.

If you haven't experienced the suffering of others, don't advise them to be kind. How can you persuade someone whose entire planet has been slaughtered by demons not to hate all demons?

Figo sighed, "Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor. Killing them won't do any good. When the demons attack, I'll kill a few more for you."

Ana was silent for a moment: "Remember what you said, you owe me again."

After saying that, she turned and walked into the inner room to find an empty room to rest. Roger hesitated and said, "Grandpa, she... this..."

“It’s alright.” Figo shook his head: “She has a tragic past, she has her reasons, and she even saved Rayleigh’s life. It’s fine to give her a little leeway. If she goes too far, I’ll beat her to death.”

“Uh…” Roger was speechless.

"You stay here and comfort the child, I'm going out for a walk." Figo smiled, gestured to the two sword spirit blades, and walked out the door.

Inside the room, Ana lay on her back on the bed, murmuring softly, "Kill me...this small place..."

Why is it that even though they're two completely random people, I always feel a sense of trust, even a desire to confide in them? I almost told them that I was the culprit behind the massacre of Star Eisen...

……

……

"Hand her over!"