Chapter 211: Fallen Angel vs World Government (6)

"Damn it, I let my guard down!"

At the edge of the coast, amidst the smoky ruins, a massive, bloodied, monstrous bird staggered out.

Though battered and covered in wounds, Saint Mars's injuries began to heal rapidly, visibly regenerating before everyone's eyes. Filled with rage, Saint Mars roared hysterically:

"Fallen Angel El!!!"

His monstrous bird form emanated a sinister glow as strange, circular magic circles began to materialize around him on the ground. These enormous glyphs crackled with ominous black lightning, radiating an unsettling energy.

"What is that?"

"Magic circles?"

"Something's emerging from them…"

Both the World Government's forces—comprising the Holy Knights, Marine Admirals, and CP0 agents—and the Fallen Angel Pirates alongside the Roger Pirates stared in shock and disbelief at the eerie formations.

Their surprise soon turned into horror.

From the glowing formations emerged colossal beasts of terrifying power, each radiating an overwhelming, oppressive aura:

A massive demonic spider, adorned with strange patterns and crowned with horns, its grotesque face inducing fear.

An enormous skeletal horse, emitting chilling frost, as if it had galloped straight out of the underworld.

A gigantic worm-like creature, its grotesquely elongated body equipped with serrated teeth, resembling a monstrous sandworm.

A massive wild boar, covered in thick, mottled fur and armed with razor-sharp tusks, exuding a violent, primal menace.

And finally, the bird-serpent hybrid, Saint Mars himself, with his avian head, feathered wings, and serpentine body.

Five terrifying figures, all cloaked in black smoke and emanating an aura of wickedness, stood together like harbingers of the apocalypse.

"What… What is this!?"

"Four more beasts appeared just like that!"

"Could they be… the Five Elders!?"

Even the seasoned Holy Knights were shaken, their faces contorted in disbelief. The grotesque spider bore an uncanny resemblance to the Elder of Defense Science, Saint Saturn, fueling suspicions that these monstrous creatures were, in fact, the fabled Five Elders.

"The Five Elders, huh?"

"These monsters are enough to send chills down anyone's spine!"

"Every one of them seems to have a Mythical Zoan ability…"

"Tsk tsk, looks like the World Government's true face is a nightmare."

Members of the Fallen Angel Pirates, including Tsuru, Linlin, Hajrudin, Cyril Oka, and Lady Demon Irene, couldn't help but marvel despite themselves. Even though they were prepared, witnessing such nightmarish creatures firsthand was a sight to behold.

"Roger, I think we've walked into hell."

Faced with the towering monstrosities, Silvers Rayleigh wore an uncharacteristically grim expression. Wiping away cold sweat, Scopper Gaban muttered nervously:

"I never imagined the World Government's strength would be so terrifying…"

"No kidding…"

Still squaring off against Garp, Roger adjusted his straw hat and grinned:

"Heh-heh-heh, today's been a real eye-opener! These guys look more like pirates than we do…"

Garp, unable to hold back, blurted out his thoughts with a sneer. His comment immediately drew furious glares from several CP0 agents.

"Garp! Stop saying such things!"

Sengoku's eye twitched as he grabbed his loudmouthed companion. Though he secretly agreed with Garp's assessment, he knew better than to say it out loud.

Amid the tension, Saint Mars's eerie laughter echoed ominously:

"Heh-heh-heh… Ha-ha-ha…"

Amidst the ruins, thick smoke billowed, shrouding the surroundings. A low chuckle echoed from within, gradually growing clearer. With each step forward, a tall figure emerged from the shadows, accompanied by increasingly arrogant and wild laughter:

"The World Government… isn't much, after all!"

"Arrogant!"

"Impudent!!"

"How dare you!"

The people of the World Government glared at Fallen Angel El, their eyes blazing with anger. The Five Elders, transformed into various mythical creatures and demonic forms, stood together, their sharp gazes fixated on El.

His towering, winged figure exuded a commanding presence. With flames blazing behind his head, he seemed invincible, inspiring both awe and fear.

"Impudent?"

Returning to his humanoid form, El wiped the blood from his lips, his expression calm but filled with mockery. Looking at the monstrous forms of the Five Elders, he sneered:

"Mere grains of sand… are not worth my attention."

With cold disdain, he continued:

"If this is all you've got, it won't be long before that long-vacant Empty Throne finally has its rightful ruler."

"Lunarian brat… courting death!!"

Enraged, Saint Saturn, transformed into the legendary Gyuki demon, locked his glowing red eyes onto El. With a powerful leap, he surged forward.

But before he could strike, El's flames erupted, burning brighter than ever. He stood motionless, unflinching.

"Boom—"

A dazzling explosion burst against El's head, sending shockwaves across the battlefield. Yet, as the dust cleared, El remained unscathed, his expression calm.

"Is this all?"

El's gaze fell upon Saint Saturn, his voice laced with ridicule:

"A mere Five Elder? You can't even scratch me."

"You…!"

Saint Saturn's face darkened, fury boiling over as murderous intent radiated from his monstrous form.

"Enough talk! Focus on eliminating the pirates first; then, we'll deal with him!"

The skeletal warhorse, shrouded in frost, began to transform. Its upper body became humanoid, while its lower body remained equine. Saint Nasujuro, the bald elder, unsheathed the radiant blade Kitetsu, his eyes narrowing as he zeroed in on the Fallen Angel Pirates.

Without waiting, Nasujuro charged forward, his hooves pounding the ground as he headed directly toward the towering giant warriors, who had transformed into ancient beasts.

"Clang—"

Sparks flew as sharp blades clashed. A gust of wind swept through the battlefield as a shadowy figure appeared.

A deadly scythe descended, blocking Nasujuro's attack.

"Huh?"

Staring at Irene, who now stood before him, Nasujuro's expression darkened. Before he could react, a piercing scream echoed from afar.

"Aaaah—"

The sound of pain cut through the chaos. Everyone—Five Elders, Marines, CP0 agents—turned their heads, their faces filled with shock.

"Boom!"

A figure was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing through building after building, leaving destruction in its wake.

"Saint Denis!"

A member of the Holy Knights cried out in alarm. The one who had been struck down was none other than Saint Denis, the wielder of the Mythical Zoan Thunderbird form and the current commander of the Holy Knights.

"Yahahahaha~ Did I keep you waiting?"

From the shadows emerged a wild and ominous figure cloaked in a suffocating darkness. This aura, like a malevolent mist, seemed to absorb all light, plunging the surroundings into an eerie gloom.

Holding a lifeless, bloodied corpse in one hand, the newcomer tossed it aside casually. Rocks D. Xebec grinned as he addressed El:

"According to our deal, the first one to make a kill claims the ability, right?"

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