Chapter 597: Judge's War House
Whoops!
Under everyone's gaze, a streak of purple light cut across the sky and arrived before Kizaru and the others.
From within that purple light stepped out a tall man with devil horns and devil wings.
It was none other than the current Director of Impel Down, Magellan.
As he arrived, feeling all the eyes focused on him, his expression turned serious.
Gulu~ Gulu~
A strange noise suddenly came from his stomach, instantly shattering his stern demeanor.
Magellan clutched his stomach with one hand, looking at the bewildered gazes around him, and said with an embarrassed expression: "Everyone… sorry. I suddenly felt sick to my stomach, so…"
Hearing this explanation, Kizaru gave him a teasing look.
He was well aware of the side effects of Magellan's Poison-Poison Fruit, the self-poisoning from the toxins he breathed onto his food.
He sympathized deeply… and also found it very amusing.
To be honest, with that kind of side effect, he wouldn't take that Devil Fruit even if it were handed to him.
Spending most of your life in a toilet? What a bleak way to live.
"It's fine, as long as you can fight. Can you hold on?"
Sakamori asked with genuine concern.
He didn't want Magellan sprinting to the toilet in the middle of battle, that would seriously affect the situation.
"No problem!!"
"Leave burying these Demon Kings to me."
Magellan felt another wave of embarrassment at Sakamori's concern, but quickly straightened up and responded seriously.
In his gauntlet was embedded a purple bead.
This was the source of his confidence, the God Killer Equipment Purple Smoke Bead.
The spirit within it could cooperate with him to unleash a powerful field of force.
Right now, he believed his strength had surpassed even Marine Admiral Kizaru's. The real question was whether the God Killer Equipment Spirit could keep up.
"Done talking?"
The War King looked at the boastful figure before him, who barely resembled a human anymore.
He opened his steel-armored palms, releasing wisps of black aura.
"Hahaha. Since you're so confident, I hope you can stay that optimistic later."
If these people thought they could stand against him, then they could witness his true strength.
The War King no longer cared about why Desert had been slacking off and sabotaging work.
He intended to make a high-profile return.
This Demon Hunt Ceremony was the perfect opportunity.
A grand war, that was something he had longed for. Burying these opponents would surely ignite conflict.
Terrifying magic power erupted from the War King, and the overwhelming force brought the once noisy battlefield nearby to a complete standstill.
The magic pattern users there felt the horrifying aura.
It was like staring into a bottomless abyss, enough to make their bodies tremble.
"What terrifying magic power… like an endless sea or a vast sky. My body won't move."
"That guy is really a monster. I can feel the flames of war inside him."
"War… this is war!! Is this the Demon King who embodies war?!"
The magic pattern users in the ancient tree fortress looked shaken. Those who qualified to be here were not ignorant.
They possessed extensive knowledge about the demon race. Many powerful demons were born with certain innate concepts.
And it was undeniable, the Demon War King was the very embodiment of warfare.
That suffocating aura of battle was truly shocking.
The title War King was well deserved.
Among the many extraordinary magic pattern users on the battlefield was a figure wearing a metal helmet, with long golden hair and magic patterns glowing in his eyes.
He was the head of a magic pattern guild known as the War House.
And the commander of the famed Germa 66 of North Blue, Vinsmoke Judge.
At that moment, feeling the magical aura of the War King, his heart trembled with both shock and dread.
Because Judge was very familiar with that scent.
A mysterious figure had once approached him with a deal and offered a reward he could not refuse.
The price: to carry a silver pot into war-torn lands.
In those lands, the pot gradually filled with a strange magic power.
That magic was eerily similar to the aura emanating from the War King right now.
Judge couldn't help swallowing hard.
Had he fallen into a massive trap?
But seeing the loyal magic pattern users beside him, Judge gritted his teeth.
Even if it was a trap, what choice did he have? He had already accepted the benefits.
Those people, the War Carnival.
That illegal guild must be connected to the demon race… or even to the terrifying Demon King standing before them.
If the Magic Pattern Association sensed anything unusual about his guild…
He might not survive long enough to explain.
But right now, escaping this danger was the top priority, otherwise, there wouldn't be a "future" to worry about.
While Judge was thinking, the warriors facing the War King head-on felt crushing pressure and grew increasingly tense.
The magic power erupting from the War King was overwhelmingly terrifying.
They felt as if they were facing an Apostle.
Sakamori's sharp eyes even caught sight of a black stripe on the War King's leg slowly fading away.
"Then… try taking this attack!"
Magic power surged upward, condensing into a colossal black axe hundreds of meters long.
The black airflow swirling around the blade seemed to twist space itself.
That technique!!
Sakamori and Pasadong's faces became extremely grave; they had suffered this attack once before.
That earlier axe had been far smaller, only about two hundred meters.
This one was five hundred meters long.
If the ceiling here didn't already have a kilometer-long opening, it couldn't have even fit.
But that wasn't the problem.
The real issue was that if this attack landed, both the magic pattern users and the demon army nearby would suffer devastating casualties.
Was this guy insane? Using an attack like this?!
Did he not care about the other demons at all?
What Sakamori and the others didn't know was that the War King truly didn't care.
To him, demons not born on Demon God Island were no different than natives versus foreigners among humans.
Whether they lived or died, he wouldn't care.
Even demons born on Demon God Island would receive no mercy from him.
The one who governed war had no hesitation toward sacrifice.
"Humans, block it, if you can!"
The War King's dull voice echoed through the silent space.
Squeak! Squeak!
Under the horrified eyes of everyone, humans and demons alike, the massive black axe groaned.
Then, It fell.
"Breath of War: Tomahawk."
Silently, a colossal shockwave swept across the entire underground chamber.
Houses, streets, magic plants, everything constructed here was shattered, flung apart, reduced to fragments.
Everything was turning to ash.
Rumble!!
A few seconds later, a thunderous roar shook the earth.
It wasn't that there had been no sound earlier,
The sound had simply been too loud and its frequency too high, filling the entire space so completely that it became impossible to hear.
(End of this chapter)