togophonebook Chapter 284: The Undying Legion!
Chapter 284: The Undying Legion!
The ruins of Eregia, the air thick with lead.
The storm tore at our breath.
A man standing on the shoulder of a mecha cannot be called a human.
Douglas Barrett.
His neck was twisted at an odd angle; his cervical vertebrae were broken.
Her arms hung down, past her knees.
Beneath his skin, the black musical notes were countless parasites, crawling inside his flesh.
"roar."
A roar escaped from Barrett's throat.
There is no starting stance.
There was no warning.
The massive black mech vanished from its spot.
next second.
boom!
A hundred-meter-high wave exploded on the sea surface.
It has already appeared in the center of the fleet.
The giant black hand descended with wind pressure, like swatting a fly.
"Get out of the way!"
Vice Admiral Onigumo's eyes were bloodshot.
late.
The two heavy warships shattered like soda crackers.
The steel keel emitted a twisted, mournful wail before snapping.
Flames shot into the sky.
Dozens of sailors were thrown into the air by the impact and turned into a bloody mist.
"That's terrifying, that speed."
A lazy voice rang out in mid-air.
Golden photons converged at the head of the mech.
Borsalino appeared, his hands in his pockets, his right leg transforming into a beam of light.
"Even though we're old acquaintances, seeing you like this, I'd better just die."
"Lightning-speed kick".
hum.
The golden light that pierced through the heavens and earth swallowed everything.
The loud noise tore my eardrums.
Half of the black mecha's head, along with its shoulder, exploded into countless fragments.
"Hit!"
The navy below cheered.
Borsalino pushed up his sunglasses, and the look in his eyes behind the lenses changed.
Something's not right.
The black fragments that were blown away did not land on the ground.
They are alive.
All the debris arced through the air, flowing back into the mech's wounds.
sizzle.
The black musical notes wriggled.
In the blink of an eye.
The mech's head was restored instantly, without even a scratch left on the armor.
Barrett stood expressionless on the shoulder of the mecha.
He took the brunt of the explosion, half of his body was charred, revealing dark red muscles.
He can't feel it.
There is no pain.
"Is this what that little girl's ability is?"
Borsalino transformed into photons to create distance, his tone unusually somber.
"This is troublesome. As long as that sheet music is still there, this guy is immortal."
Just then.
A force of gravity descended from the sky.
"Gravity Blade - Fierce Tiger!"
Fujitora stood on the floating rocks, swinging his staff and sword horizontally.
The purple gravity wave transformed into a ferocious tiger, crashing into the mecha's chest.
Boom!
The dull thud pounded against my heart.
The massive mech slid backward, its feet carving two deep furrows in the ground.
Rumble!
The mech crashed into a mountain peak before coming to a stop.
Dust swirled in the ruins.
A figure was ejected from the mech.
It's a Barrett.
His left arm was broken and twisted into a V shape.
He charged toward Fujitora.
There is no pain.
Tireless.
A perfect killing machine.
Fujitora gritted his teeth and parried with his sword.
clang!
Barrett slammed his severed arm down hard on the cane-knife.
The broken bone pierced the skin, and blood splattered on Fujitora's face.
This force is astonishing.
Click.
The ground beneath Fujitora's feet cracked inch by inch, forcing him to kneel on one knee.
"roar!"
Barrett opened his mouth, and black energy gathered within.
Zero-distance roaring bomb.
Fujitora sensed the impending death using his Observation Haki, and his scalp tingled.
A hair's breadth away.
Woo-woo-woo
A long, drawn-out whistle sounded from the sea.
This was immediately followed by a burst of intense artillery fire.
Boom boom boom boom!
Barrett was bombarded with countless specially made shells, forcing him to retreat and defend.
Ten brand-new warships broke through the waves.
Its size far exceeds that of the Buster Order warship.
The prow of the ship is a dragon's head, symbolizing supreme military power.
On the lead ship.
A tall, slender figure stood on the dragon's head.
Her long pink hair danced wildly, and the epaulets on her justice coat gleamed with gold.
The newly appointed Navy Admiral, Momousagi Gion.
She took a step forward, and the famous sword Kinbira was drawn, its blade reflecting the firelight.
"I apologize, Borsalino-senpai, Mr. Issho, we are late."
Momousagi's voice was cold and menacing.
On another warship.
A sleazy-looking middle-aged man wearing a top hat and wooden clogs is holding a Den Den Mushi (a type of Den Den Mushi).
The newly appointed general, Chaton Kakaji.
"All personnel, listen up! Pacifista unit, target that big black guy!"
Tea Pig waved his hand.
"Fire all missiles!"
Click click click.
Dozens of new pacifist drones opened their mouths in unison.
The blinding light converged.
shhhhhhhh!
A barrage of lasers covered Barrett and his mech.
The explosion engulfed half the island.
"Now!"
Momousagi's beautiful eyes narrowed, and she transformed into a pink lightning bolt, cutting into the battlefield.
"Famous Sword Style: Pink Cutter!"
Clang!
A pink sword aura, hundreds of meters long, swept out.
The sword energy was so fast that it sliced through the air.
It precisely sliced through the black mecha's knees.
The massive mech suddenly dropped, its two legs snapping off.
"It's not over yet! Boar's Heavy Punch!"
Tea pork followed closely behind.
Its figure was unsightly, but its speed was frightening.
He was covered in Armament Haki, and like a black meteorite, he slammed into the power reactor on the chest of the mecha.
Boom!
This punch was the general's full power.
The core power reactor of the black mech exploded.
Countless black parts and musical notes scattered and flew everywhere.
The monster, towering over 100 meters tall, finally gave way and disintegrated with a crash.
A pile of scrap metal.
"It's a success!"
"Well done, Admiral Momousagi! Admiral Chaton!"
The surviving sailors poked their heads out.
Cheers erupted from the survivors.
The monster fell.
The victory is already secured.
Chaton wiped his sweat and grinned smugly.
"Gion-neechan, wasn't my punch cool? How about you consider my 100th marriage proposal...?"
"Shut up."
Momousagi coldly interrupted him, her grip on the knife loosening slightly.
has it ended?
Everyone thinks that way.
Except for one person.
A devil.
midair.
The demonized Uta looked at the fragments scattered on the ground and Barrett amidst the ruins.
She tilted her head.
There was no anger.
There was no panic.
She smiled.
"whee."
"Ha ha ha ha."
The laughter was sharp and piercing, like fingernails scraping a blackboard.
"It's broken? The toy is broken?"
Uta opened his arms, and the phantom of "Tot Musica" behind him also opened its claws.
"It's okay...it's okay!"
"Aren't there lots and lots of 'new parts' here?"
hum!
A purple ripple spread out instantly from Uta's center.
The Realm of the Demon of Songs.
Resurrection of the Dead: Nightmare Symphony.
Purple light rained down on the entire battlefield.
It fell on scorched earth, it fell on warships.
It also landed on... the corpse.
The corpse closest to Momousagi twitched.
He is a naval captain.
It just died.
His fingers moved.
Click.
A sharp crack came from his neck, and his head twisted strangely.
The unfocused pupils glowed with a scarlet light.
"This...this is..."
Momousagi's pupils dilated sharply, and she took a half step back.
Not just him.
The entire battlefield was littered with tens of thousands of corpses.
navy.
civilian.
Even those mutilated bodies that were only half-dead.
They all staggered to their feet from the pool of blood.
Black musical notes wrapped around them, like marionettes, picked up weapons.
"How...how is this possible..."
A young naval lieutenant slumped to the ground, staring in horror at the corpse standing before him.
He recognized that face all too well.
Just minutes before, he had been holding his brother's body and weeping bitterly.
"Brother...you're alive? That's wonderful...you're alive!"
The lieutenant burst into tears of joy and rushed forward to embrace him.
"No...don't go there!"
Vice Admiral Onigumo roared.
late.
The lieutenant rushed to his brother's side.
"Brother, what happened to your head...?"
puff.
no respond.
There was no warmth.
The corpse, named "Brother," raised its broken bayonet and plunged it into the lieutenant's chest.
Fresh blood gushed out.
The lieutenant stared wide-eyed at the person he loved most.
"elder brother……?"
The corpse pulled out the bayonet and stabbed again.
a bit.
Two times.
Until the lieutenant stopped moving.
The corpse slowly turned its head, its scarlet eyes looking at the other living people.
"Aaaaaaah!"
The screams ignited panic across the entire battlefield.