Chapter 1556 Conspirator
The golden lion hovered in mid-air, his figure towering and majestic, like a deity controlling the heavens. With a gentle raise of his hand, an invisible force permeated the air. The Kuro Pirates' fleet instantly began to float, as if held aloft by a gigantic hand. Once the warships reached a certain altitude, intense flames erupted from the stern of each ship, like blazing dragons of fire, propelling the ships forward at breakneck speed.
Kuro stood at the bow of the Weeping Angel, braving the howling sea breeze, his eyes gleaming with determination. He knew this expedition would bring unprecedented challenges and dangers, but he was undaunted. Behind him stood a group of pirates who shared his life and death, fighting shoulder to shoulder. They shared a common belief and goal: to conquer this world.
The pirate fleet, like a massive iron dragon, carved a series of spectacular paths across the sky. Wherever they passed, the waves rolled and the wind and clouds shifted. In the distance, on the horizon, the enemy camp could be vaguely seen, a heavily fortified fortress emanating a dangerous aura.
Yet, the Kuro Pirates refused to retreat. Their hearts were filled with only the passion for battle and the desire for victory. In this final battle, they would write their own legend with their blood and lives, leaving the entire world trembling with their fame.
The Kuro Pirates are heading towards the enemy camp, and the final battle is ready!
Meanwhile, on Rudin Island, Saint Satan and Dragon were still unaware that the Kuro Pirates were rushing towards their island like a turbulent undercurrent.
After a thrilling battle, Dorag and Satan Saint were no longer locked in the ferocious exchange of blows, leaving only a battle of wills. They were like two wounded beasts, refusing to yield. You punched me, I punched you back, each one laced with endless hatred and determination.
Boa Hancock, her face pale as a sheet, clutched the wound on her abdomen as she watched the two men engage in their final battle with a frail expression. Blood was still seeping from her wound, staining her clothes red, but she persevered, her eyes revealing her concern for the outcome of this battle.
Alatas collapsed to the ground, his chest strangely petrified, as if frozen in that moment, motionless, as if life had vanished. Beru lay not far from him, his eyes closed, his face ashen. It was impossible to tell if he was still alive, and the air around him was filled with the aura of death.
"I'll win this fight!" Dorag suddenly shouted, his voice hoarse but full of power. His right fist, whirling with the wind, struck Saint Satan squarely in the face. Instantly, blood splattered into the air like a blooming crimson flower. Saint Satan's body, like a kite with its string cut, fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
Dorag panted wearily, blood trickling down his arm onto the ground, forming a shocking puddle. He felt his body had reached its limit, every muscle trembling, every breath stinging. Seeing Saint Satan unresponsive, Dorag could no longer hold on and collapsed to his knees, his consciousness hazy, as if the world were spinning.
"It's over," the Empress said softly. Her voice was soft, yet it carried a hint of relief and exhaustion. This long battle had finally come to an end, but she knew the price paid was too heavy.
At that moment, a sudden, chaotic sound of footsteps shattered the brief silence. Dorag forced himself to raise his head and look in the direction of the sound. He saw Bedam leading hundreds of soldiers toward them. Their steps were measured and powerful, and their faces wore a look of triumph, a look of assured victory.
Seeing Bedam appear, the Empress frowned instantly, her eyes filled with surprise and alarm. "Impossible! You were clearly turned into a stone sculpture by my fruit power!" she exclaimed in disbelief, a hint of panic in her voice. She clearly remembered that she had petrified Bedam with her fruit power before, so how could he still be here alive?
"Your ability?" Bedam's lips curled up slightly, revealing a mocking smile. As he spoke, his feet suddenly began to petrify, rapidly spreading to his upper body. The Empress's heart tightened upon seeing this, but then the petrified area vanished, as if it had never appeared.
"Your ability has no effect on me." Bedam said proudly, his eyes revealing contempt for the Empress's ability.
It turned out that he had been prepared for this and had used some unknown method to break the Empress's fruit ability.
Dorag looked at Bedam with a sense of foreboding. He knew the battle was far from over and a new crisis was approaching.
At this time, he was extremely weak and had no strength to fight anymore.
Boa Hancock is even weaker. How should they deal with this sudden enemy?
Bedam looked at the wounded opponents in front of him, sneered and said, "Take them all down. Once these people are dead, I will take over the World Government!" The army behind him received the order and immediately pounced on Dragon and others like wolves and tigers.
Dorag gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand up. Although his body was shaky, his eyes still revealed his indomitable will.
The empress also clenched her fists, ready to fight to the death.
"Cough cough cough!" Suddenly a violent cough sounded on the silent battlefield, like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heartstrings.
Saint Satan, who had been knocked unconscious by Dorag's heavy blow, slowly opened his eyes. The chaos in his eyes quickly dissipated, replaced by a sharp and cold look.
The shocking blood on his face and his broken nose were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
After a few seconds, all his injuries disappeared, as if the fierce battle before had never left any trace on his body.
Saint Satan slowly stood up, his posture as straight as a pine tree. Although he had just experienced a fierce battle, he exuded a terrifying aura at this moment.
He looked at Dorag coldly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a mocking smile: "Your fist hurts, but that's all."
The tone was full of admiration.
After saying this, Saint Satan stopped looking at Dorag and slowly turned around, staring at Bedam with sharp eyes.
His eyes were like two sharp swords, piercing straight into Bedam's heart, making Bedam feel flustered.
"Lord Satan..." Bedam was a little flustered by the stare of Saint Satan. His voice trembled slightly and there was a hint of fear in his eyes.
He knew in his heart that he was just an insignificant chess piece in front of Saint Satan, and the cold look in Saint Satan's eyes at this moment made him realize that he might have made a fatal mistake.
Satan Saint spoke slowly, his voice low and powerful, each word carrying a tremendous force: "Kateli and your devil fruits were both given by me. Do you think I don't know their abilities?"
These words were like a bolt from the blue, exploding in Bedam's ears.
He stared at Saint Satan with wide eyes in disbelief, a surge of despair in his heart.
Satan Saint already knew the devil fruit abilities of Bedam and Kately.
He gave them these abilities not out of trust in them, but out of his own calculations and control.
Bedam always thought that he had hidden himself well and could use these abilities to deal a fatal blow to the enemy at a critical moment, but he didn't expect that all this was under the control of Saint Satan.
At this moment, the atmosphere on the battlefield became extremely tense. Although Dorag and the others were weak, they could not help but be on high alert when they saw Saint Satan standing up again and seemed to have a hidden card.
The empress gripped the weapon tightly in her hand, her eyes revealing determination and resoluteness. She knew that the battle was far from over.
Then she stood up with difficulty. Her face was still pale, but there was an unyielding light in her eyes.
She looked at Saint Satan and secretly thought about how to deal with the situation.
After hearing what Saint Satan said, Bedam seemed to have lost his soul and stood there in a daze.
He knew that he was finished. In front of a strong man like Saint Satan, he had no room to resist.
The soldiers behind him looked at each other, not knowing what to do. Their original arrogance had long since disappeared without a trace.
