"Damn! This is too flashy i'm is terrified!"
Saint Boswald complained, but his hands didn't slow down.
His long blade ignited with a searing glow, like red-hot coal, standing out sharply against the surrounding darkness.
"The essence of all things, the ultimate form of humanity—Flame God Slash!"
In an instant, the flames stored within the supreme blade erupted, transforming the entire area into a sea of fire.
Pillar of flames, nearly a kilometer high, roared and spread endlessly.
A layer of invisible flame armor wrapped around Boswald's body, while his blade extended, morphing into a three-meter-long fire sword. Under the blazing glow, he stood like a true king of fire.
"Let me help!"
A slender jade hand touched Boswald's shoulder from behind. From Saint Isha's palm, a blue flame spread over his body, intensifying the already scorching fire.
"Gululu~"
The blue foxfire drained her energy rapidly, making her stomach growl.
"I'm starving," Saint Isha grumbled, rubbing her belly.
"When we get back, I'm having a feast, Saint Boswald is paying!"
"Oh no!"
Unnoticed, the surrounding temperature had soared past a thousand degrees. Even Saint Isha's specially made clothing began to burn.
Panicked, her face paled. Her nine fluffy tails wrapped protectively around her curvaceous body, and she shot away like the wind.
"Slash!"
"Break!"
From a distance, Rebecca and the others watched as black vortices and red fireballs lit up half the sky over the battlefield, resembling the apocalypse itself.
"It's incredible..." Rebecca stared in awe, overwhelmed by the sheer spectacle.
"Sigh... In front of this power, Doflamingo is just a slightly larger ant,"
Cyrus murmured, his eyes reflecting the swirling darkness and fire.
Boom!
The two forces collided violently, unleashing a scorching wind and sending massive clouds of dust into the air. The sheer force made it difficult for those nearby to keep their footing.
"Even from this distance, it's really hot... How high must the temperature be at the center?" King Riku shuddered at the thought.
At the heart of the destruction, with Lynch and Beauregard as the epicenter, everything within a five-kilometer radius had been obliterated.
The fountain had evaporated.
Buildings had crumbled into tiny fragments.
Objects had been reduced to charred remains.
The ground itself had turned black.
Click—
Lynch slid his blade back into its scabbard, and the raging energy instantly dissipated.
A thin line of blood burst from Boswald's chest as his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed.
Just as Lynch was about to deliver the final blow, Boswald's body suddenly lifted into the air and shot away.
Drained and weary, Saint Isha rubbed her temples with a sigh of relief.
At least Boswald had been saved.
Saint Isha's large, fluffy tail wrapped tightly around Saint Boswald, pulling him in. The sensation made her cringe.
So filthy!
If not for the fear of being scolded by her grandfather and eldest brother or losing Saint Boswald, who still owed her several meals she wouldn't have bothered saving him.
It's definitely not because I have a soft heart. Absolutely not!
She almost threw out a playful remark, but realizing she was now alone with Lynch, she wisely held her tongue.
If you can't win, it's best to behave.
Wrapping her tail around the unconscious Boswald, Saint Isha turned and fled.
"Hmph! You think you can come and go as you please? What do you take this place for?"
Lynch was rushing in fast too fast. Almost within reach.
With no other choice, Saint Isha pushed her transformation further, her body shifting as she fully embraced her beast form.
She bared her small, sharp tiger-like teeth in an attempt to look fierce.
"Stop chasing me! I'm warning you corner a fox, and it will bite!"
Her voice carried a mix of defiance and nervousness.
"You just fought Boswald! You must be low on energy by now! I'm a Mythical beast user, you know don't underestimate me!"
But no matter how much she tried to reason, Lynch showed no signs of stopping.
For the first time, Saint Isha felt a panic.
What should I do? Am I really going to fight Lynch?
What if I get caught and imprisoned?
As a Celestial Dragon, Saint Isha knew all too well how twisted the World Nobles could be. Naturally, she assumed Lynch was the same.
The thought of being captured, shackled in Seastone chains, and having her fluffy tail casually touched by him…
Wait… why does that sound kind of exciting?!
"No, no, no!"
Saint Isha shook her fox ears violently, trying to shake off the unwanted thoughts.
"I should just ditch Saint Boswald."
She was about to throw him aside as a distraction when a sudden realization struck her.
"I'm such an idiot! How could I forget this?!"
She smacked her smooth, pale forehead and quickly untied the small gourd hanging at her waist.
It had been sitting there, unused, all this time.
This was no ordinary gourd—it was a treasure personally gifted to her by Lord Im as a reward for her outstanding performance.
A legendary artifact said to have eaten the Devouring Fruit.
"What's going on? Why isn't it working? Did it break from being unused for too long?"
Saint Isha grew anxious as the small gourd remained unresponsive, even after she removed the stopper.
"Uncle Calabash, please don't fail me at a time like this!"
Then, a sudden realization struck her.
"Oh! There's a password!"
Taking a deep breath, she chanted, "If you don't care about me, I won't care about you~"
The moment she finished speaking, the gourd roared to life, unleashing an immense suction force.
In an instant, Saint Isha and Saint Boswald were both swallowed whole.
The gourd then shot into the sky and vanished at twenty times the speed of sound.
Lynch halted, watching the scene unfold with interest.
"Did that gourd eat a Devil Fruit?"
He mused, deep in thought.
This gave him an idea.
People often talked about weapons like swords consuming Devil Fruits—but who said only swords could do that?
If he remembered correctly, future developments would include guns that had eaten Devil Fruits.
Then, why not take it further?
If he could collect more Devil Fruits, he could create an arsenal of "magic weapons", similar to the legendary Taoist multi-treasure deity.
In battle, why waste effort? Instead of fighting directly, just unleash a barrage of treasures and crush the enemy under sheer firepower.
As for those who flee—let them go. They weren't the real target anyway.
This clash with the Knights of God gave Lynch a rough measure of their strength.
Surprisingly, they felt like a breath of fresh air among the Celestial Dragons—both in terms of power and personality.
"Hey! What about me?! You left me behind!!!"
Saint Monroe, stranded on the island, shouted in despair as Saint Isha and Saint Boswald escaped.
Lynch turned and smirked.
"Oh, right. An unexpected bonus."
This old yellow-haired man seemed to be Doflamingo's Celestial Dragon uncle.
Lynch wondered what rank he held within the Donquixote family of the Celestial Dragons.
Appearing alongside two Knights of God that alone made him valuable.
With Doflamingo and the Knights of God out of the picture, Lynch quickly crushed the rebellion.
From the shadows, Fujitora, who had been silently observing, let out a small sigh of relief and moved his hand away from his sword.
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TO BE CONTINUED
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