Chapter 85: An Elf, but Slavic Mythology!
BOOM—
The tsunami crashed into the island, creating a deafening roar.
Under the unimaginable impact, the spray flew thousands of meters into the air, turning into a torrential downpour that fell and formed a salty rain curtain stretching to the horizon. The terrifying tsunami directly smashed cracks several meters wide across the island, which crisscrossed and stretched endlessly.
The uninhabited wilderness was scoured by the endless seawater. Everything on the surface was swept into the deep sea by the terrifying tsunami. As far as the eye could see, the entire island was covered in cracks, almost torn apart, its surface stripped of several meters of rock and soil.
SWOOSH...
Three massive warships fell from the sky, crashing heavily onto the tsunami-ravaged island.
BOOM—
With a deafening crash, the three Buster Call warships disintegrated. One by one, the surviving soldiers, looking utterly wretched, crawled out from the wreckage. They stared with wide eyes at the island that had been ravaged by a natural disaster.
A tall, burly man wearing a dragon-crested helmet lit a cigar and scanned the surviving soldiers. "Are these all that's left?" Even he, who was famous in the Marines for his cold-blooded ruthlessness, couldn't help but feel a moment of daze as he looked at the scene.
The five Vice Admirals had been spread across the ten Buster Call warships. In this terrifying tsunami, they had only managed to protect three ships and fewer than two thousand men.
Another voice rang out, answering his question. "The situation isn't that bad. The colonels and flag officers who are skilled in Geppo are still alive..."
The Vice Admiral with the dragon-crested helmet looked up and saw figures in "Justice" capes landing from the sky one after another. Among them were the two Vice Admirals who had failed to protect their own ships and several of the Rear Admirals who had been in command.
"What... what in the world happened?" the white-haired old Vice Admiral's vision went dark as he looked at the scene before him.
THUD... THUD...
Two heavy sets of footsteps sounded behind the Marines. Giant shadows enveloped the remaining soldiers.
"..."
A Marine soldier, covered in wounds, stiffly turned around, only to find two massive figures, each about twenty meters tall, standing behind them.
"G-Giants?!"
The piercing scream caught the attention of all the Marines, startling the several contemplating flag officers. They spun their heads around, taking in the full view of the two giant figures. With just one glance, the hearts of the several Vice Admirals sank to the bottom.
"Dorry the Blue Ogre..."
"Brogy the Red Ogre..."
"The legendary captains of the Giant Warrior Pirates, who disappeared for over ninety years... have they really reappeared?"
Facing the terrified eyes, Dorry and Brogy shed the heroic image they had shown to Louis and the others. Their bodies exuded a bone-chilling killing intent, and their massive faces, contorted with rage, were as terrifying as demons.
"The World Government... the Marines..."
"I've heard that you've been deceiving our giant race, making our honest and good-natured people do a lot of foolish things for you!"
As they spoke, they both raised their brand-new greatsword and giant axe, and a powerful aura burst forth. A chaotic hurricane was kicked up out of thin air, sending a hundred surviving soldiers flying.
The Vice Admirals' scalps tingled. "Spread out! Don't gather together!" they subconsciously roared. Then, the Vice Admirals braced themselves and stepped forward, attempting to block the giants' attack. But the next moment, they regretted their foolish decision.
Dorry and Brogy grinned and shouted, "You who have deceived the giants, try and withstand the proud spear of the giant race with your own bodies!"
"HAKOKU!"
The cold weapons, wreathed in formidable Armament Haki, were swung in a cross pattern. The Haki was released, creating a powerful, visible shockwave in the atmosphere. The "Spear of the Giants" tore through the exposed rock formations in its path, and in a flash, it was reflected in the trembling pupils of the Vice Admirals...
On the other side of the beach.
The verdant castle woven from vines had borne the brunt of the tsunami's impact and was now teetering, almost completely disintegrated.
The silver-haired old man in the gas mask was the first to rise, his sword in hand. He glanced at the landlubbers lying on the ground, then shouted sharply, "Wake up! Saint Cabanha!"
Cabanha opened his eyes, spat out a mouthful of seawater, and then gasped for air.
On the other side, the goat-skulled man also slowly got up, taking in the devastated state of the castle. At this moment, he was incredibly thankful. If they had stayed on the ships, they might have already been sunk into the sea by the tsunami.
A moment later, the "new bloods" of the God's Knights from the 19 families also woke up one after another, looking at the tattered castle with lingering fear.
"Is the Grand Line really this terrifying?"
"How do those lowly commoners survive at sea?" someone said, their face pale.
To this, the silver-haired old man in the gas mask berated them coldly, "Shut up! The crisis has only just begun! Cooperate with each other! Don't get separated!"
Saint Cabanha slowly stood up and glanced indifferently at the group of young Celestial Dragons, his heart filled with disappointment. He felt that among this batch of new blood, only one was truly qualified to join the God's Knights. A petite, dark figure appeared in his mind...
But the next moment, his expression changed drastically. He grabbed the goat-skulled man's shoulder. "Where is the other new blood?!"
"..." The goat-skulled man was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously asked, "Wasn't she on the deck just now?"
"..."
Cabanha smashed his head through the wall of intertwined vines and disappeared from their sight.
The silver-haired old man, his blade in hand, subconsciously wanted to follow. But the next moment, a sudden cold current attacked, dyeing the verdant vines white. The terrifying low temperature eroded them, making everyone shiver.
The goat skull man instantly transformed into his forest spirit form and once again pulled the new bloods back.
The next second, the once-green castle was completely covered in ice crystals. With a series of crisp, pleasant shattering sounds, it disintegrated into finger-sized fragments.
The silver-haired old man looked at the world of white before him, the scene from the sea to the depths of the island all turned into a frozen wasteland, and his expression became serious. "This is... an ice and snow ability. Be care—"
Just then, a dazzling flash of lightning appeared and vanished, whisking away the still-speaking silver-haired old man.
"..."
The new bloods of the God's Knights stared with wide eyes, trembling in the blizzard.
The goat-skulled man, now in his half-man, half-tree form, glanced at the new bloods, his brow slightly furrowed. He felt that their condition was not right. They were, after all, inheritors of the excellent bloodline of the Twenty Kings and had undergone high-intensity training. They shouldn't be this scared just because one person went missing.
After a long while, he looked up at the raging blizzard, a shadow of gloom flashing in his eyes. "This blizzard... there's something wrong with it."
...
A moment later, a figure about five meters tall, completely clad in heavy armor, with a pair of straight black oni horns and a pair of terrifyingly grotesque antlers, walked out from the swirling snow and wind, holding a flanged mace.
In the boundless, deathly silent frozen wasteland, Yelena in her hybrid-beast form and the humanoid creature with a goat skull, whose skin was like tree bark and who had many branches growing from his back and joints, faced off against each other.
For some reason, Yelena felt that when this Celestial Dragon put on the goat skull, he looked a bit like her in her Wendigo form.
One nautical mile from the coast.
A sailing ship with the World Government insignia was frozen askew on the surface of the sea.
SHING... A sharp blade slashed through the ship's cabin, cutting a huge opening and allowing the bone-chilling cold to pour inside.
THUD... THUD...
The sound of heavy footsteps echoed, waking the people who had been unconscious.
The giantess Gerd, who was hanging upside down from a giant steel chain, opened her blood-soaked eyes and looked weakly at the figure reflected in her pupils.
"You... you're Louis?"
The figure, clad in gold and red heavy armor with pure white wings growing from its back, nodded. "It's me."
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