novelhk Chapter 462: Anxious Waiting!
Chapter 462: Anxious Waiting!
At this moment, it was the demonic remains of Satan.
Luffy tore apart the lower half of the giant spider's body.
Only three severed legs remained, soaking in blood.
They twitched uncontrollably.
The fatal wound was in the center of his chest.
Those are the marks left by Nika's power and Chenye's chaotic power.
Two forces continuously devour the self-healing energy that is trying to repair the wound.
At this moment, Satan could only eke out a living in a pool of blood.
They endured unprecedented pain.
Awaiting the execution by slow slicing!
Roger crouched down.
The worn-out leather boots stepped on the edge of blood.
He moved closer to Satan Saint's distorted old face.
Extend your right hand.
Rough fingers flicked his half-collapsed forehead without any politeness.
Snapped.
A soft sound. The silence at the bottom of the pit was all the more jarring.
"Hey, old monster."
Roger grinned. His smile was mocking.
"Don't die! The real show hasn't even started yet, you better hold on."
Satan Saint's remaining crimson Rinnegan flickered.
The light was dim. It could go out at any moment.
His chest heaved violently.
The supreme power of the world government.
At this moment, they are being humiliated like trash.
Anger and murderous intent roared in his mind.
But he couldn't move.
He didn't even have the strength to roll his eyes and glare at the other person.
Im's divine power has long since vanished completely.
It is barely clinging to life with only a sliver of self-healing ability.
He could only be manipulated by Roger like a dead fish.
A sense of powerlessness overwhelmed my soul.
Rocks crossed his arms.
Leaning against the charred pit wall.
He kept his head down.
The toes kicked at the gravel impatiently.
Rocks hit the rock wall.
It made a crisp sound. Then it rippled back down to the bottom of the pit.
"How much longer do we have to wait?"
Lox suddenly looked up, his eyes dark and brooding.
He stared intently at Saint Satan on the ground, his teeth clenched.
"Is Vegapunk even capable? He's so slow."
His voice was filled with extreme frustration.
The old grudges of the Valley of the Gods.
It made him wish he could tear Satan Saint into eight pieces immediately.
Waiting even a second longer is torture.
Chen Ye opened his eyes.
His dark eyes remained calm.
"What's the rush?"
Chen Ye's voice was calm and resolute.
"My Observation Haki has already detected it. They're finishing up above."
He raised his chin. His gaze pierced through the rock strata.
"Vegapunk's team is assembling the global broadcasting satellite in the ruins. The lines are already connected. It'll be ready soon."
Roger stood up immediately after hearing this.
Hold the knife handle with your hand behind your back.
A crisp metallic scraping sound rang out.
Ace drew his Supreme Grade Sword.
The longsword, known as the ace weapon, gleamed coldly at the bottom of the pit.
Roger rolled up his right sleeve. He bowed his head.
Use the inside of a clean sleeve.
Wipe the blade carefully.
His movements were solemn. His gaze was focused.
The blade was stained with dust and blood.
It was erased little by little.
His wild face was reflected in the smooth blade.
Rocks glanced at Roger, a sneer creeping onto his lips.
"You seem quite relaxed."
Lox scoffed, his expression full of disdain.
"What? Do you need to sharpen the blade before slaughtering a pig? You can just crush it with one stomp."
Roger didn't even look up. His gaze was fixed on the blade.
"What do you know?"
Roger grinned in rebuttal, suppressing his excitement.
"This is a live broadcast to the whole world. I am Roger, the Pirate King known to everyone in this era. In front of the whole world, I have to show my full face."
He flicked his finger lightly across the blade.
The crisp sound of the knife echoed back to the bottom of the pit.
"This historic strike must be executed flawlessly. I want the whole world to see clearly that even the so-called Celestial Dragons among Celestial Dragons shed red blood."
When the two were arguing.
Heavy footsteps echoed from the ground outside the pit.
A huge tremor ensued.
It is not physical weight.
It was a powerful, domineering, and unconscious crushing force.
The rubble on the pit walls could not withstand the pressure.
It slid down the rock face with a whoosh.
Lox's sneer subsided.
He suddenly stood up straight. His eyes were alert.
A powerful aura circulated within his body.
Staring intently at the upper edge.
Like a ferocious beast that could erupt at any moment.
Roger stopped wiping the knife. He gripped the handle tightly. He looked up unexpectedly.
Chen Ye remained calm.
His Observation Haki had already been unleashed.
The tremor came instantly.
He had already sensed three familiar auras.
They were just confronting the navy up there.
We all came here at this moment, as if by prior arrangement.
Chen Ye stood up.
He casually patted the dust off his trouser legs.
"Don't be nervous."
Chen Ye's tone was knowing.
"The audience has arrived."
The words had barely left his mouth when the light at the edge of the pit dimmed.
A gigantic figure with a white beard and an iron tower-like appearance appeared.
His broad shoulders blocked half of the sunlight.
A huge, heavy shadow was cast upon the three of them.
The white-bearded man lowered his head. His vertically shaped eyes peered down into the pit.
Seeing Satan Saint surrounded by Roger and Rocks.
His pupils contracted slightly, then were replaced by curiosity.
Followed by.
A second figure appeared silently beside the white-bearded man.
He is the leader of the revolutionary army. (Long)
Dragon didn't look at Roger. Nor did he look at Rocks.
His cold, stern gaze was like a sharp dagger drawn from its sheath.
It directly targets the remains of Satan Saint.
His eyes were serious.
This mutilated body represents the supreme power that oppressed the world for eight hundred years.
Now I'm limp and lifeless here, like a lump of mud.
It has immeasurable significance for the revolutionary army.
The last to arrive was Shanks.
He walked calmly to the edge.
His one arm casually rested on the hilt of the Griffin sword.
Red hair flying in the wind.
Shanks, looking down from his vantage point, clearly saw the Saint of Satan.
His eyebrows were raised.
His tense lips relaxed, revealing a playful smile.
They found Chenye and the others' actions amusing.
The white-bearded man didn't linger there. He simply lifted his right foot.
The huge military boots slammed down and crushed the edge rocks.
A deafening roar.
The white-bearded giant body slid down the rock wall to the bottom of the pit.
A large amount of soil and rocks followed and fell.
It landed steadily on the ground.
The powerful impact caused the crater to tremble violently.
Whitebeard slammed his massive naginata, Murakumogiri, into the ground.
The end of the blade shattered the rock face and embedded itself deep into the ground.
He looked around.
His gaze swept over Roger Lockes' face again.
"Gulalalalala".
The white-bearded man let out a deafening laugh.
"The mess above has been cleaned up. Those Navy brats scurried away with their tails between their legs. What are you three plotting, hiding in this dark, sunless pit?"
The voice was as loud as a bell. Full of curiosity.
He was well aware of the danger these three men posed.
They gathered together. It couldn't possibly be just to see a dying old man.
Dragon and Shanks followed suit and jumped down.
The three of them confronted Chen Ye and his group.
Six men who stand at the top of the world's pyramid.
They gathered at the bottom of this narrow, bloody pit.
The oppressive atmosphere almost seemed to tear the space apart.
Faced with the questioning, Chen Ye did not answer immediately.
Take a step forward. Pass Roger.
He walked straight to the remains of Satan.
Lift your foot.
He kicked Satan Saint's remaining torso without any mercy.
bang bang.
Two kicks in a row.
Kick the last intact piece of the shell.
Black blood splattered.
It landed on Chen Ye's boots. It was instantly evaporated by the power of chaos.
Satan's body convulsed violently.
He couldn't even utter a muffled groan.
Chen Ye withdrew his foot and turned around.
Facing the newly arrived Whitebeard Dragon and Shanks.
A cold smile curved his lips.
His eyes exuded arrogance and domineering aura.
"We are no longer plotting."
Chen Ye's voice wasn't loud, yet it clearly pierced through the rumbling sound at the bottom of the pit, reaching everyone's ears.
He raised his hand and pointed to the pool of rotten flesh at his feet.
"We're just waiting for a signal."
"Wait until Vegapunk connects the live broadcast signal to the whole world."
Chen Ye paused.
His gaze swept across the three royal-level combatants in front of him like a knife.
"And then. At the bottom of this pit. In front of the whole world."
Chen Ye's tone was cold.
Each word is like a hammer striking the ice.
Declare to this vast ocean: Cut off the head of this so-called god.
Use his blood to shatter the Celestial Dragons' nobility!