DreamersGN Chapter 393: God's Substitute!
Chapter 393: God's Substitute!
The sky over Egherd has changed.
It's not tearing.
It wasn't shattered.
It is a more complete collapse.
Everyone remained wary of the Five Elders' demonic form.
The space in the very center of the battlefield shattered into countless fragments without warning, like a mirror smashed by a hammer.
No sound.
The world has been muted.
The next second, a sixth magic circle appeared out of thin air.
It is larger than all five of the five elders combined.
Both are complicated.
If the Five Elders' formation is the gate to hell...
This one is hell itself.
Dark red light flowed through the intricate patterns, conveying evil, darkness, and fear!
Kizaru's laser beam is gone.
The last rays of the sun have faded.
The sky over Future Island was completely shrouded in darkness.
"What...what the hell is this?"
A naval vice admiral was clenching his teeth, and his knife clattered to the ground.
He's not a coward.
But his survival instincts gave him a warning.
run.
Or, suicide.
A pure black beam of light shot out from the center of the magic circle.
It disregarded all physical laws, pierced through the sky, and forcibly connected to an indescribable dimension.
There was no energy fluctuation within the beam of light.
Only death.
A death more hollow than nothingness.
The light, or rather the all-consuming darkness, dissipated.
A figure hovered in mid-air.
a woman.
She didn't use Moonwalk, and there was no indication of her ability to fly.
She just stood there as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
It was as if the void was her ladder.
She wore a gorgeous vintage robe, the style of which was ancient, and the embroidery on it was obscure, like a lost totem.
The wide robes fluttered wildly in the windless air, making the sound of flags being torn apart.
Her face was covered by a semi-transparent veil.
It's very thin.
But it was as if cause and effect were cut off, and no one could see her face clearly.
Only a pair of eyes were visible, appearing and disappearing.
In those eyes.
No pupils.
There is no white in the eye.
Only the deep, concentric rings of the karmic lines represent the coldness with which God views ants.
She held a strange weapon in her hand.
A spiral-shaped longsword.
The sword's blade twisted and coiled like a DNA double helix, its tip pointing towards the ground.
The sword has no imposing aura, no fruit-themed effects.
But it's right there.
Fine black cracks began to appear in the surrounding space.
The world itself is rejecting this weapon.
Im's stand-in – "Junko".
The entire room fell silent.
Time stretched out for an incredibly long time.
Even a general-level expert trembled in fear.
Kizaru's lewd expression vanished, his eyes behind his sunglasses fixed intently on the woman, a bead of cold sweat sliding down his forehead.
"Hey...you're kidding, right..."
He muttered to himself, his body tense like a stone.
"Is this monster... human?"
Fujitora's knuckles turned white as he gripped the cane-sword.
His perception and senses were devoid of anything.
There was clearly a person standing there, but in his perception, there was only a black hole that devoured the world.
"How... ominous."
Fujitora's tightly closed eyes trembled.
"I'm so glad I'm blind, so I don't have to see this drawing of hell with my own eyes."
On the other side of the battlefield, the most explosive reaction came from those who shared legends of the old era.
Roger's nonchalant smile froze on his face.
He narrowed his eyes, his gaze like a knife, trying to pierce through the veil and see the figure that made his soul nauseous.
"This nauseating feeling..."
Roger tapped the hilt of "Ace" lightly with his fingers, the sound so low it was frightening.
"It's just a different shell, but the taste... it can't be wrong."
Lox, who was not far away, reacted even more violently.
The darkness surrounding him churned like boiling water, and his arrogant face was contorted with ferocious excitement.
There is also hatred.
"Hahaha! That awful smell!"
Lox laughed wildly, his laughter filled with ice shards.
"I know this power very well! Even if it were reduced to ashes, I could still smell the stench of this sewer!"
Thirty-eight years ago.
Valley of the Gods.
The shadow standing behind the Celestial Dragons on the night that destroyed his empire carried this very aura.
Wipe out his ambition along with the entire island.
Edward Newgate, the "world's strongest man," had veins bulging on the back of his hand as he gripped Murakumogiri, like little snakes.
Fragments of God Valley's memories flashed wildly through his mind.
Firelight.
Crying and screaming.
And that haughty, all-encompassing gaze.
"I didn't expect this..."
The white-bearded man exhaled a breath of stale air, his eyes more solemn than ever before.
"I remember this woman from the battle at God Valley, but why is she still so young after all these decades?"
Red-haired Shanks, the man closest to the truth, stares intently at the woman in the sky.
His pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints.
A memory surged up like a tide.
Deep in the Holy Land of Mary Geoise, in the city of Pangaea, he caught a glimpse of a figure from behind.
A back view that even the Five Elders had to kneel before.
"That is..."
Shanks' voice was dry, and he could barely hold onto his famous sword, "Griffin."
"He had asked Shamrock about the woman's name before, but Shamrock told him he wasn't qualified to know?"
In the revolutionary army's camp.
Monkey D. Dragon, the man who wanted to overthrow the World Government, also looked at the woman in front of him with a serious expression.
He stared intently at the woman.
There was no fear in their eyes, only the resolute determination of a mystery being solved.
"I see."
The dragon's voice was hoarse and trembling.
"Has the mastermind behind everything, the true 'god' of the World Government... finally stepped out of the shadows?"
While everyone was lost in thought and speechless at the sight of this woman,
The woman, "Junzi," moved.
She didn't speak, but simply lowered her head slightly.
Behind the veil, those two Rinnegan eyes opened and swept over everyone present.
There was no murderous intent.
There was no anger.
That look in his eyes was like someone glancing down at an ant at their feet while walking.
It just feels noisy.
Then stomp on him to death.
That's the look in his eyes.
A gaze that sees all living beings as worthless weeds and all things as dust.
This inflicted an unprecedented humiliation and oppression on all the powerful figures present.