novelhk Chapter 150 The spiders couldn't wait.
Chapter 150 The spiders couldn't wait.
Chapter 150 The spiders couldn't wait.
"But they won't be able to keep this up for long."
Figarando casually waved his white-gloved fingers, as if brushing away non-existent dust from the air.
On his face, which was slightly pale from years of pampered living, a cold and confident smile, like a cat playing with a mouse, appeared.
The flickering candlelight in the conference hall cast a dim and intermittent glow on the ancient murals depicting the "Twenty Creators" on the walls.
The air was filled with expensive incense and the subtle, rusty scent unique to power.
"On the Navy's side,"
"The Buster Call has been officially invoked against this group of lawless madmen—the Phantom Troupe."
At this moment, Admiral Sakazuki—or perhaps we should call him a future candidate for Fleet Admiral Akainu?
He has personally led five elite lieutenant generals from headquarters, along with a fleet large enough to wipe small nations off the map, to guard the Sabaody Archipelago.
His voice was steady, yet each word was like an icicle falling to the ground.
"That place is the throat of the New World, and the inevitable graveyard of all arrogant pirates."
Before long, the sea foam will wash away their last traces.
The name "Phantom Pirates" will cease to exist in this world.
As soon as he finished speaking, the flames in the brazier beside the conference table crackled.
"Good! Excellent! It should have been done long ago! Let these lowly pirates understand the price they pay for provoking the descendants of gods!"
Kang Zai's eyes gleamed with an almost cruel sense of pleasure, as if he could already see those audacious thugs howling and being annihilated amidst lava and artillery fire.
Only Mijaston Nana, kneeling beside Kang Zai, showed no joy on his face.
A deep furrow was etched between his brows, conveying an indescribable solemnity.
Years of experience, countless brushes with death against all sorts of crazy, powerful, and unpredictable opponents...
"Phantom Troupe" —
Would such a group of guys really be so easily, like lambs to the slaughter?
In Mizziston's mind, various memories of the Phantom Troupe's time on the island world flashed by.
He didn't speak, keeping his head down, after all, the person sitting above him was their boss.
but...
His countless past experiences told him—
This group of people—they probably won't perish so easily.
Unaware that danger was quietly approaching, Kuroro and his companions, aboard the Black Whale, had already arrived above the Sabaody Archipelago.
This archipelago, supported by the roots of the world's largest mangrove tree, the Yarkiman, is eternally bathed in an unreal twilight.
The trunks of 79 giant trees pierced through the clouds, and the resin they secreted solidified and expanded hundreds of meters above the ground, turning into countless bubbles of different sizes.
These bubbles did not burst, but rose slowly, enveloping the entire sea area in a flowing, iridescent halo.
"So beautiful~" Kuroro couldn't help but exclaim.
He once again confirmed in his heart how incredibly lucky he was to be able to cross the barriers of time and space and come to this bizarre and magnificent world.
The breathtaking scenery before my eyes is something that no book or imagination can match.
Meanwhile, the women on the deck gazed at the enchanting sunset, their eyes already sparkling with desire.
"Wow! I want to go down! I want to go to the island and eat all the delicious food!"
With her long pink hair and hot figure, "Big Eater" Joelie Bonney almost leaped off the ship's side, her drool forming a glistening thread as she grinned.
Robin crossed her arms gracefully, a gentle smile playing on her lips: "Nami and I plan to explore the island first, partly to find a reliable coating craftsman, and partly—we'd also like to find a place for afternoon tea."
After all, the upcoming deep-sea journey will likely not offer such leisurely moments.
Upon hearing this, Nami sighed and looked at the enormous Black Whale below with some concern: "Drinking tea is certainly good—but I'm more worried about the coating."
Our ship is too big. Can ordinary coating craftsmen really handle such a huge hull?
"What if something goes wrong in the deep sea—" She had personally witnessed the terrifying pressure at a depth of 10,000 meters, and dared not be careless in the slightest.
"Afternoon tea, huh?!"
Beside her, Machi, dressed in a tight-fitting outfit and exuding a cold and aloof aura, also had a rare hint of longing in her icy blue eyes.
Since joining the pilgrimage group to step into this treacherous new world known as the "Dark Continent," the constant fighting, vigilance, and travel have made her almost forget when she last leisurely sat in the sun, savoring a cup of hot tea and a delicate pastry.
The simple, pleasant afternoons typical of ordinary girls held a strange attraction for her at that moment.
Even Little Drop, who always has a blank expression and wears round glasses, tilted her head slightly and looked down through the thick lenses at the bizarre street scene reflected in the bubbles below.
The floating bubble houses, the oddly shaped shop signs, the people riding bubble cars—everything was full of novelty.
The bulging-eyed fish vacuum cleaner in her arms seemed to sense its owner's curiosity and made a soft "gurgling" sound.
On the other side of the deck, the four battle maniacs known as the "Limbs of the Brigade" were already unable to contain themselves.
Uvogin's bronze muscles bulged in the twilight. He grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth, and clashed his fists together, producing a dull metallic clang. He seemed eager to leap into the seemingly bustling lawless zone below, to announce the arrival of the Phantom Troupe in the wildest way, and to unleash utter chaos.
Nobunaga—holding his beloved sword, sitting cross-legged to the side, seemingly resting with his eyes closed, but his slightly trembling eyelids and the unconscious, repeated rubbing of the rope wrapped around the sword hilt betrayed the restlessness in his heart.
Kuroro had casually mentioned before that this island was home to many "strong individuals" from all over the world and the Grand Line.
For him, who pursues the ultimate in swordsmanship, there is no more tempting hunting ground.
Finks—adjusting his ten fingers, adorned with massive emeralds and diamonds, to the most comfortable positions, a ferocious yet expectant smile on his face, his hands mimicking the motions of rubbing and stacking cards in the air, as if he could already envision himself dominating the casino and winning all the chips.
Feitan, a short figure, leaned against the shadow of the gun barrel, idly chewing on a bubble he had casually caught from the air, still intact. His gaze, however, swept across several specific areas of the island below like a venomous snake. These areas exuded an aura of chaos, sin, and bloodshed, a paradise favored by "torture enthusiasts" and "killing artists" like himself.
All eyes eventually focused on the pensive figure at the front of the bridge.
They awaited their commander's next instructions.