I impersonated God in America

The sword energy separated from the axe blade and sliced ​​horizontally forward along the gravel.

Seeing the terrifying attack, Pakko was slightly taken aback, then reacted instantly, flicked the spool, and swung himself sideways off the pile of rubble.

Immediately afterward, the minotaur didn't even glance at the helicopters that were still raining ammunition down on it from the sky.

He raised the axe again and swung it in Pacco's direction once more.

As he swung, Pakko glanced back at the terrifying figure chasing him, completely ignoring any other firepower.

At this moment, he felt that the current situation was extremely strange.

"I just stopped you for a second, is it really that big of a deal?"

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Lynn looked at the situation on the panel with a strange expression.

【Ox-Ox Fruit (Awakening in progress)】

To be honest, this really wasn't his script.

This was the first time he had ever seen anything like this, and after he sensed it for a moment, the expression on his face became even more interesting.

He hadn't expected it.

It turns out that during the New York incident, he took a shortcut and directly used the Ox-Ox Fruit as the main body to create a monster and release it.

The Minotaur was toyed with by Pakko for several hours. This was also due to the fact that Zoan-type Devil Fruits inherently contain some kind of "animal soul".

In other words, the bull's fight with Pacco was so frustrating that it was etched into its very soul.

"An unexpected bonus?!"

Chapter 120 Where am I supposed to find the sacred flame for you?

Olive groves on the eastern side of the Knossos hills, Crete.

Pacco tossed the silk thread into the tree canopy and swung his entire body sideways through the gaps between the olive trees.

The tree behind him was grazed by the sword energy, its crown cut in two and crashing onto the gravel ground.

He stepped on the gravel, rolled forward once, and tightened the spool again.

Fortunately, this olive grove is dense enough. Before each swing of its axe, the creature tilts its head slightly; it's surveying the terrain. By constantly changing its position, its view is blocked by the tree canopy.

He reached into his coat and touched the old yarn he had taken from the labyrinthine chamber.

The surface of the yarn ball was already frayed, and when my fingertips touched the core of the yarn, a very faint warm current flowed from my fingers toward my wrist.

The silk-threading ability he inherited from the Hell Spider instantly became even smoother.

Perhaps there were reasons he didn't know, but in any case, he realized it now. The ball of yarn in the maze possessed the ability to strengthen his threads.

what is this?

Specialized military?

He hadn't expected that although he hadn't found the Horcrux this time, he would have an even more unexpected gain.

Suddenly, a roar from behind interrupted his thoughts.

The minotaur charged straight at him from his left. The golden double-headed axe cleaved into the rocky ground where he had just stood, sending the rocks shattering.

He shot the line at the crooked olive tree across the way and swung sideways.

The moment the thread touched the tree canopy, the pulling force dragged him over.

The minotaur pulled the axe out of the rubble and continued the chase.

An Apache helicopter hovering overhead was raining machine gun shells down on its shoulder. Shrapnel tore through its shoulder fur, a green light appeared, and the wound healed on its own.

But it didn't even raise its head at that moment.

Looking at the other person's somewhat crazed eyes, Pakko felt a chill run down his spine for no reason.

This guy is seriously insane. This is the first time I've ever seen one.

He looked around from his vantage point and saw that the reinforcements coming from the direction of Heraklion were already visible at the edge of the olive grove, with the outlines of armored vehicles in sight.

More Apaches flew close to the sea surface toward this side.

He just needs to stall for a while longer until the encirclement closes, and the Tauren will be pushed back towards the hill by crossfire.

[Just a little longer and it'll be enough. It pauses for a split second after each axe swing. If I time my movement to capitalize on that pause, it won't be able to catch up.]

Just as Pakko was thinking this, a violent tremor suddenly came from behind him.

Clang.

The minotaur suddenly stopped.

It swung the double-headed axe to the side, the blades carving a deep dent into the gravel.

His chest heaved violently, and white mist spewed from his nostrils.

It stood still, not moving, just staring intently at Pacco.

An Apache helicopter fired a missile from its flank, hitting it squarely in the shoulder.

Boom!

Despite the explosion, the minotaur remained completely oblivious to the attack from behind, his body still standing tall.

The green light did not illuminate.

It didn't turn back, it didn't heal, it just kept staring at him.

Pacco stood under the olive tree, the thread in his hand still spinning.

He stared into those dark red bull's eyes for a moment.

The other person didn't roar or charge; he just stared at him, his chest heaving.

For some reason, I noticed the look in the other person's eyes.

He suddenly remembered the day he first broke through the defense in Brooklyn, when his opponent was the Minotaur, and it was also the first time he had fought against such an extraordinary monster.

He constantly evaded, evaded, and evaded again through guerrilla warfare.

Finally, it dragged on until the Thunderbird appeared.

Since then, this mindset seems to have permeated his fighting style.

Later, when faced with all the monsters larger than him, his first reaction was always to retreat and start flying kites.

It was as if everything had returned to his childhood days in Hawaii.

He was weak and powerless at that time.

Therefore, when faced with some irresistible forces, the only way is to avoid them.

Just keep hiding like before.

Victory is certain...

That was what he originally thought.

For some reason, he seemed to understand the meaning in the minotaur's eyes.

Let's have a head-on showdown without holding back!

The intense fighting desire in the minotaur's eyes interrupted Pakko's attempt to continue hiding.

call.

Pak took a deep breath and began to extend the power within the jackal mask, gradually transforming his body into a beastman.

Then countless threads wrapped around his body and transformed into armor.

The unused energy from the Philosopher's Stone in his chest began to flow into the mask.

The power of the spool of yarn begins to enhance the strength of the thread.

Pakko slowly raised his head and met the minotaur's gaze directly.

"This is only valid for today."

On the other side, the minotaur's chest was still heaving violently, and he leaned down slightly, clenching his fists.

Its right hoof pawed at the ground twice, poised to pounce.

Boom!

The next moment, the two figures, one white and one brown, had finished charging up.

With its terrifying speed, a shockwave was created around it.

They exchanged blows.

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"How strange, why did that man with the silk thread stop pulling?"

Wenban, who was broadcasting live from the sky, was curious when he saw Pakko suddenly stop.

But the next second he saw two figures suddenly meet in the olive grove.

There was no sound at the moment the fists made contact.

boom!!!

The next second, the air seemed to shrink inward by half a beat around the two of them, and then exploded instantly.

A visible white wave of air surged outward from the point where the fists met, tearing the canopy of the nearby olive tree from its trunk and flinging it into the air.

The flying sand and stones continued to spread outwards.

The Apache helicopter that was resupplying towards the Minotaur was pushed sideways by the blast wave, and the pilot had to pull hard on the control stick to stabilize the aircraft.

Then, after the first blow, neither of them stopped. Instead, they immediately pulled their fists back and struck forward again!

boom!

boom!

boom!!!

Feeling the wind pressure coming from ahead, Wenban flapped its wings continuously to move away from the center of the battle.

Are I truly an extraordinary being like these guys?

I feel like my abilities are just a free gift.

At this moment, he couldn't believe that the person fighting the minotaur head-on on the battlefield was actually the same man with the silk threads from before!

Watching the repeated head-on clashes on the ground, and the rows of olive groves falling one after another.

He instinctively shivered.

"How can there be so many monsters?!"

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Lynn looked at the flashing "Awakening of the Ox-Ox Fruit" icon on the panel with some anticipation.

After all, once this fruit awakens to its own potential, its value will be incomparable to what it was before.

This means that in the future, similar disguises will most likely be created based on the strength of a Devil Fruit user who has awakened their powers.

If we add the power of the Homies themselves as the vessel, it's almost possible to create a monster comparable to the previous Lava Giant without any enhancement from willpower.

Even in the original work, he could be considered a minor boss.

Moreover, the successful data from this experiment will greatly help his work.

Just as he was about to pour more coffee, he suddenly noticed that Pakko's information area, which displayed "Armament Haki," was also starting to flash.

Wait, you're here too?!

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The Peloponnese peninsula.

Karina, as a priestess, carries out her daily work in the temple, which is now almost completely dilapidated.

It was during this period that Greek mythology began to gain popularity again, and they were rediscovered and valued.