Chapter 1552 Tong Mo

Faced with this suddenly appearing, strangely handsome man, Black Sperm tilted his head, his eyes filled with pure curiosity.

Completely ignoring the unsettling aura emanating from the other person, he asked directly, "Hey, you, are you that Qilingom Saint? The bastard who hides in the back and fires the firebirds?"

His question, so utterly disrespectful and blunt to the point of being rude, made the mouths of the remaining pirates twitch. Politeness is for one's own people; one doesn't need to be so polite to outsiders.

Before the handsome man could answer, Redfield, standing to the side, spoke up with a livid face and an uncontrollable disgust in his voice: "No, he is not Saint Kiringom, he is not even a Celestial Dragon."

Redfield's gaze was like the sharpest knife, scraping across the handsome man's flawless face. "He is not even worthy of being called a human being. He is the great sin bishop of the evil god cult—Doma, a monster who devours beautiful women, especially pregnant women."

Redfield's tone was resolute, carrying the undeniable truthfulness of his memory readings through Observation Haki. Everyone present had no doubt about the accuracy of Lone Red's judgment.

In an instant, the gazes of the crowd towards the handsome man shifted from initial amazement to utter disgust. Compared to these morally corrupt pirates, Doma quickly made them appear as moral exemplars.

"Pah! He looks all human, but he's stinking like a cesspool inside!"

"Those who enjoy eating people will one day be eaten themselves."

"I used to think I was already a beast, but I never imagined I'd encounter someone even more beastly than myself."

Even Katrin Deme, herself a woman and known for her cruelty, showed undisguised contempt and disgust when she heard the words "love for pregnant women".

She enjoyed killing and plundering, but the extreme blasphemy against the creation of life touched a certain bottom line for her as a woman, making her feel that the other party was more inferior and more unreasonable than herself.

In the world of pirates, unless faced with a life-or-death situation, cannibalism is an absolute taboo and a moral abyss. It is a moral sin that even the most vicious pirates are ashamed to mention, let alone willingly commit.

Despite having his secret exposed in public, Doma showed no shame or anger. Instead, he wore a naive yet cruel smile, gently waving his golden fan as if he were watching an interesting drama.

He turned his gaze to Redfield and tempted her with his magnetic voice, "Lone Red, your Observation Haki is indeed impressive, but reading these old stories is so boring."

He abruptly changed the subject, throwing out a tempting bait that would appeal to any aging strongman: "Look at your current frail and worn-out appearance, how are you any different from those remnants of the old era who have been eliminated by the times?"

"Join us. The Cult of Evil Gods can grant you new life, restore your youth, and give you back the power of your prime. Why linger in this decaying shell?"

Just when everyone thought it was just a routine recruitment, what happened next made all the witnesses, including the battle-hardened Redfield, feel an unprecedented physical discomfort.

Suddenly, without warning, Doma raised his left hand, which was not holding a fan, and with his index and middle fingers joined together like a sword, he plunged it fiercely into his temple in front of everyone's horrified gaze.

With a sickening thud, the flesh was pierced, and the finger sank into his skull without any resistance.

Doma even gently rotated his fingers inside, letting them swirl around in his mind as if stirring a beverage, his face still bearing that pleasant smile.

"madman"!

A collective gasp filled the air around them. This act of cruelty to oneself completely shattered their understanding. Wouldn't stabbing one's own temple and destroying one's brain kill one?

A few seconds later, Douma slowly withdrew his finger, which was covered in a little brain fluid, and casually shook it. He then raised his hand and made an inviting gesture towards Redfield.

He smiled and said, "Look, can you still read my deepest memories now? I only retain today's memories of the past. Memories can be restored at any time for me. I even remember the memories of when I was born."

"Hey Redfield, join us! Eternal youth and power are right before your eyes. Why associate with this garbage that is destined to be swept away?"

Redfield frowned deeply; his Observation Haki clearly told him that Doma was not lying.

After the other party performed that horrifying self-brain manipulation, he could only perceive fragments of Doma's memories from this morning until now. The more distant memories, including those of cannibalism, became blurry, as if they were blocked by a thick fog.

What alarmed him even more was that the temptation Doma offered to restore youth revealed that the Jashin Cult possessed this power.

The evil god cult prepared a powerful mythical beast Devil Fruit for him, which was an almost irresistible temptation for a powerful figure from the old era who was feeling his life force constantly slipping away.

Redfield fell into an unusual silence, his hunched body trembling slightly in the heat, his inner struggle surging like a tsunami.

Is it for dignity and principles that we continue to fight against the tide of the new era with our aging bodies until we are completely eliminated?

Or should we accept this gift from the abyss, at the cost of betraying part of our humanity and conscience, in exchange for a chance to return to our peak, even if it means joining forces with the true monsters of the Evil God Cult?

The silence of the solitary red is itself the beginning of an answer, and this silence makes the surrounding atmosphere strange.

The Celestial Dragons, the world's noble race, who claim to be descendants of the Creator and are considered gods, have actually stooped so low as to collude with evil cults—a despicable existence—in order to maintain their crumbling absolute rule.

This goes beyond mere ruthlessness; it represents a complete abandonment of the last vestige of humanity. To suppress any spark of resistance and consolidate their throne built on mountains of corpses and seas of blood, they've even brought in the evil god cult as an ally. This undoubtedly redefines the shamelessness and depravity of the Celestial Dragons once again.

The longer Redfield remained silent, the heavier the pressure became. His choice not only concerned his own fate but also touched the hearts of all the pirates present.

Is it to uphold lofty principles, resist temptation, and fight the evil before you to the end, or to temporarily compromise, regain power with the help of the evil god, and then plan for the future?

This is a difficult answer to give. Redfield is too old, too old to keep up physically. He would probably be exhausted after a few fights. He doesn't really have many options.

Could it be that the legendary Vampire Fruit has already been found by the evil cult? If it weren't for the Vampire Fruit, Redfield, whose health has been failing all these years, wouldn't have many more years to live.