bdsm-fiction Chapter 290 The Ferocious Beast That Defeated the General
Chapter 290 The Ferocious Beast That Defeated the General
Chapter 290 The Ferocious Beast That Defeated the General
Before he finished speaking, Cú Chulainn's dark red magical energy shot into the sky like a tangible flame!
That was no longer the tentative aura of before, but the oppressive feeling that belonged to the Mad King, enough to change the very heavens and earth!
The snow has stopped.
No, it didn't stop, it evaporated.
Centered on Cuchulainn, all the snowflakes within a radius of several hundred meters turned into white vapor the moment they fell, and then even the water vapor decomposed in the high temperature!
The air was shrieking, the earth was groaning—signs of the physical laws being brutally interfered with by an overwhelming amount of magic!
"The madness of the elves—the protection of arrows—" Cú Chulainn chanted in a low voice, slowly raising his spear with the tip pointing forward.
Not at full strength, not even half.
But even a soft murmur caused the pressure in the entire space to boil and condense!
Law felt as if his heart was being squeezed by an invisible hand. Doflamingo's expression changed drastically, and the executives behind him were unable to stand, forced to kneel on the ground by the overwhelming aura of pure terror!
Kizaru and Fujitora reacted almost simultaneously.
"We can't let him release him!"
Kizaru's unusually serious voice rang out, and he transformed into a golden light that pierced through the heavens and earth. The Kusanagi Sword in his hand solidified into an unprecedented state, and the sword even emitted a buzzing mournful sound due to energy overload!
"Ama-no-Murakumo: Issou!"
Extreme speed, extreme slashing.
This is theoretically the fastest single-target attack that Kizaru, as a Marine Admiral and a user of the Glint-Glint Fruit, can launch!
Wherever the sword light passed, thin black marks were slashed through the space.
That was proof of a brief separation between reality and illusion!
Fujitora didn't speak, but his actions were even more resolute.
The white cane was driven deep into the ground, and purple ripples of gravity spread wildly outward from him!
He raised his head, and although he had no eyes, he was staring in Cú Chulainn's direction, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
That was the backlash from over-stimulating power.
"Gravity Blade - Hellfall".
It's no longer about increasing gravity, nor is it about creating gravity waves.
Instead, it plummeted downwards.
The point where Cú Chulainn is located is defined as the final fall into the deepest part of Hell.
The clouds in the sky were stretched into funnel-shaped vortexes, the ground sank wildly downwards from Cú Chulainn as the center, and even the light was distorted and dimmed in that area!
The two generals unleashed their full power, holding nothing back, with only one target.
Interrupt and suppress Cú Chulainn before his Noble Phantasm is fully unleashed!
Cú Chulainn grinned.
There was no fear or tension in that smile, only an almost manic joy.
"Good timing!!!"
He didn't even change the direction of his spear; he simply turned the crimson tip towards the sky, towards those two attacks that were powerful enough to destroy cities and countries!
A dark red beam of magic collided violently with a golden flash and a purple gravity field!
No sound.
The sound was torn apart by a more fundamental energy turbulence the moment it was born.
Only light.
The pure white light swallowed up all vision.
That wasn't a warm light; it was the color of destruction itself manifesting.
The island of Mignon is trembling, the coastline is crumbling, and the snow-capped mountains in the distance, which never melt, are beginning to collapse, triggering a chain of avalanches!
Luo was tightly protected by Asclepius's Life Domain, but even so, he could still feel the terrifying energy turbulence outside the protective shield, which was enough to instantly vaporize steel.
He barely opened his eyes and looked at the center of the battlefield through the greenish-blue light screen.
Then, he witnessed a scene he would never forget.
The white light gradually faded away.
A giant sinkhole with a diameter of over 1,000 meters and an immeasurable depth has replaced the original coastline.
The bottom of the pit was the melted and reformed ground, radiating a dark red, high-temperature glow.
Seawater was pouring in from all directions, hissing and boiling, and rising up a white mist that blotted out the sky.
In the center of the sinkhole, Cú Chulainn knelt on one knee, his crimson spear planted in the ground to support his body.
His leather armor was torn in several places, and his exposed skin was covered with fine wounds, dripping with blood. But he was laughing, laughing heartily.
"Hahaha! That's more like it!!"
He raised his head, his crimson eyes piercing through the rising mist as he looked at the two figures at the edge of the sinkhole.
Kizaru's yellow striped suit was tattered, revealing the burned and lacerated skin underneath.
The Kusanagi sword in his hand had disappeared, his right hand trembled slightly, and golden particles of light dripped from his fingertips.
He was panting, his sunglasses long gone, and his face was more solemn than ever before, with a hint of disbelief.
Fujitora's situation is even worse.
He knelt on the ground, his white cane broken in two, his purple kimono soaked in blood.
Overusing the Gravity Fruit to resist that level of magical burst caused severe damage to his internal organs.
He coughed violently, each cough bringing up more bloody froth.
Two admirals joined forces to attack, yet—they only managed to injure the berserker?
It couldn't even be called an injury; Cú Chulainn's wounds were healing at a visible speed, with dark red magic wriggling and repairing the wounds like a living thing.
That's not just self-healing ability; it's using damage as fuel to transform it into a stronger fighting spirit.
This is a power that's almost like a curse!
"How is this possible—" Doflamingo muttered to himself, his eyes behind his sunglasses wide open.
He believed he had a clear understanding of the power of Heroic Spirits, especially the power of top-tier Heroic Spirits.
But what he saw completely overturned his understanding.
Who are Kizaru and Fujitora? They are the highest combat power of the Marine Headquarters, monsters capable of suppressing an entire sea area and striking fear into the hearts of countless pirates!
These two monsters were ones he could personally encounter and clearly recognize the difference between them and others.
Now, two monsters have teamed up, yet they still can't defeat the other monster?
Shakespeare began to sing, oblivious to his own thoughts.
"Oh! As expected of Kuran's fierce hound! With so many of the world's top sea emperors as his energy source, he will be invincible!"
fear?
No, what surged within Doflamingo was a burning desire.
If—if he could also possess such a heroic spirit, such power—
What World Government? What Celestial Dragons? He can trample them all under his feet!
Jack and the members of the Beasts Pirates had recovered from their initial shock and erupted in enthusiastic cheers.
"Lord Cu Chulainn!!!"
"Did you see that?! That's the heroic spirit of our Beasts Pirates!!!"
"A Navy Admiral? Nothing special!!"
Cú Chulainn ignored the cheers behind him.
He slowly straightened up, twisted his neck, and his bones cracked.
He looked at Kizaru and Fujitora, the fighting spirit burning in his eyes not diminishing in the slightest, but rather becoming even more intense.
"Not bad, really not bad." He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"You two are better than I expected. Well then—warm-up over."
The dark red magic power on his body began to rise again, and this time, the black berserk patterns began to spread to his chest, neck, and even face.
His eyes were gradually stained with blood, and his rationality was being devoured by pure fighting instinct and destructive desire.
"Now, let's do something real."
Cú Chulainn's voice became hoarse and overlapping, as if countless voices were speaking at the same time.
"This island—it's worthy to be your grave."
He gripped the spear with both hands, the tip pointing straight to the sky.
"pierce----"
The sky darkened.
It's not dark clouds, it's magic.
Endless dark red magic surged from Cú Chulainn's body, shooting straight into the sky and dyeing the entire sky a blood-red color.
Above the island of Mignon, the clouds were violently dispersed, replaced by a massive vortex of curses.
At the center of the vortex, a point of scarlet light began to condense and expand, emanating a destructive aura that could freeze one's soul.
"Gáe Bolg (Death Bolg)!!!"
Real name: Liberation.
This attack! It's the full power of an anti-military weapon!
Kizaru and Fujitora's expressions turned ashen.
They could sense that if this attack were to actually land, the entire island of Mignon would be wiped off the map in an instant!
They themselves might be able to barely escape on their own, but what about the others on the island?
This includes the newly appeared Heroic Spirit and Master, Doflamingo and his group, and even the Beast Pirates' ship on the distant sea.
Most importantly, none of the navy personnel who came here have any chance of survival!
"Stop him!!!" Kizaru roared, and golden light erupted again, but he knew it was too late.
Once the release of a Noble Phantasm begins, it cannot be interrupted unless countered by a power of equal strength.
Fujitora gritted his teeth and tried to activate gravity again, but his internal injuries caused him to spit out a mouthful of blood, slowing his movements for a moment.
Doflamingo frantically wove a net of threads, trying to pull Law and himself deep underground to hide, but he knew in his heart that under an attack of this level, hiding anywhere would be futile.
Luo gripped the Ghost Cry tightly and looked at Asclepius.
The God of Healing shook his head slightly, and the cyan-green life domain shrank to its smallest size, focusing on protecting the two of them.
This is the last line of defense, but the probability of it holding up is extremely low.
Jack and the Beasts Pirates stopped cheering and stared in horror at the increasingly bright crimson light in the sky.
They finally realized that their leader was a complete madman who didn't care about accidental injuries and only wanted to enjoy the killing!
Just as the destructive red light was about to reach its peak and transform into a world-ending meteor shower, it struck.
Eastward, at the edge of the horizon.
A beam of light, brimming with life, tore through the dark red sky, like the first rays of dawn piercing the deepest night.
The light did not shoot in a straight line, but rather meandered and swirled as if it were alive.
Wherever he went, Cú Chulainn's magical field, filled with deathly stillness and destructive intent, melted away like spring snow.
The sky, stained red with blood, was gradually purified and dispelled by the golden light, revealing its original gray-white background once more.
A chant from the end of time, crossing distant seas, resounded directly in the depths of everyone's soul.
Those are poems praising the sun, divine pronouncements calling forth life.
Cú Chulainn's impending Noble Phantasm release was abruptly interrupted by this light, which was of a completely opposite nature!
The backlash from the magic caused him to groan, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
He turned his head sharply, his crimson eyes fixed on the direction from which the light was coming.
"This power—" Cú Chulainn murmured hoarsely, "—divinity?"
Among everyone, including the two admirals.
To their astonishment, a golden sun was rising slowly over the eastern sea.
No, that's not the sun.
It was a figure with magnificent golden wings on its back, wearing a feathered serpent crown, and surrounded by warm sunlight and ancient runes.
With each step they took, golden ripples spread outwards, and wherever they passed, the blizzards ceased, the sea calmed, and even the air was filled with the vitality and heat of a tropical rainforest.
The chief god of South America, the embodiment of the sun and life, Quetzalcoatl reappears!
Meanwhile, on the sea slightly behind Quetzalcoatl, a naval warship was cutting through the waves.
A silver-haired man with a cigar in his mouth and a furrowed brow stood at the bow of the ship.
Vice Admiral Smoker, the White Hunter, of the Navy Headquarters.
Smoker looked up at the golden divine figure in the sky, then at the tragic battlefield on the island of Minion in the distance. He took a deep drag on his cigar and exhaled thick smoke.
"The orders from the Warring States Marshal—it seems they arrived a step too late."
He muttered to himself, then looked up, his voice carried across the entire sea via a loudspeaker Den Den Mushi.
"In the name of the Navy Headquarters! All belligerent parties, cease hostilities immediately!"
But his voice seemed so insignificant in the face of the confrontation between the two top-tier heroic spirits.
In the sky, Zalcoatl slowly descended over the island of Minion, facing Cú Chulainn across the distance.
His golden eyes calmly gazed at the battered berserker below, then swept over the two heavily wounded admirals, Doflamingo and Law, finally pausing slightly on Asclepius and nodding slightly.
"Little puppy, your scent makes me feel very uncomfortable."
"It reminds me of a man who first handed the country over to me, and then suddenly came back and took it away."
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Quetzalcoatl's voice was very flippant, yet it was like the sun shining on the earth.
"Could you please give your sister some face? Your flames have scorched the very soul of this land."
Cú Chulainn stared intently at Quetzalcoatl, his spear held horizontally in front of him, and the dark red magic power around him began to fluctuate erratically once again.
The anger of having his Noble Phantasm interrupted, the excitement of encountering a powerful enemy, and the instinctive vigilance when facing a higher-ranking deity intertwined in his eyes.
"—God?" Cú Chulainn grinned, his smile sinister.
"Ha! What a day it is today? How lucky I am—"
His fighting spirit surged once more, even more violently than before!
If facing the admirals before was just a warm-up and some fun...
Now, facing the feathered serpent god who exudes vast divinity and whose status is clearly higher than his own, Cú Chulainn's berserker instinct to challenge all the strong has been completely ignited!
"Come forth, Sun God!!" Cú Chulainn roared, his spear pointing straight up into the sky.
"Let me see whether your sun is hotter, or my destruction is more thorough!!"
Quetzalcoatl looked at him calmly and slowly shook his head.
"You naughty little puppy, but sister, I don't want to fight right now."
His gaze fell upon the heavily injured Kizaru and Fujitora below, and then upon Law and the healer beside him.
"To be honest, Alabasta is a great place. If that bastard hadn't suddenly come back and taken my place, I wouldn't want to be wandering around the ocean."
"But there's nothing I can do—I was summoned by that brat."
A fierce glint flashed in Cú Chulainn's eyes, and he was about to attack again without regard for the consequences.
"Cú Chulainn!"
A deep voice boomed directly into Cú Chulainn's mind through some special means of communication.
It's Kaido.
"Come back—I have some urgent business to attend to here."
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Cú Chulainn's body stiffened, a hint of struggle flashing in his eyes.
The desire for battle clashes fiercely with the enforceability of the Master's commands.
After a long while, he finally managed to squeeze out a low growl through his teeth, and the boiling magic power on his body began to slowly subside.
He glared fiercely at Quetzalcoatl, then glanced at Asclepius below, before finally letting the light fall upon Luo.
"Doctor boy—" Cú Chulainn said hoarsely.
"You guys got lucky this time. But remember—we'll meet again. Then—"
He didn't finish speaking, but his undisguised killing intent and fighting spirit said it all.
After saying that, he ignored everyone, turned around, and walked on air, returning to the Beast Pirates' second ship, which had barely survived the sinking, in a few leaps.
"Set sail! Back to Ghost Island!" Jack didn't dare to delay and immediately gave the order.
The Beasts Pirates' ship made a difficult turn around and, under the warm yet unsettling gaze of Quetzalcoatl, slowly sailed away from the ravaged sea.
On the island of Mignon, all was quiet.
Only the roar of seawater pouring into the sinkhole and the lingering, scorching magical aura in the wind could be heard.