Chapter 1557 No Right to Resist

Saint Qilingom, a member of the Knights of God who survived the fierce battle at God Valley, looked around and felt an even greater sense of despair than he had felt at God Valley.

Although the battle was earth-shattering, at least during the Battle of God Valley, there were comrades-in-arms and high-ranking Celestial Dragons had clear goals.

Beneath their feet lay a constantly collapsing prison, about to be swallowed by venom; ahead lay a bottomless sea of ​​poison; behind them were endless black figures; and above their heads coiled a black dragon exuding dragon might. In this desperate situation, there was no way to escape!

Just as he was about to fight to the death, trying to find a glimmer of hope, a cold, emotionless voice seemed to ring directly in his mind. It came from the swordsman with six eyes on his face who was furthest away.

"Orochimaru needs a live Mythical Zoan test subject; don't let him die."

Kokushibo's voice also reached Acnologia's ears in the sky. The black dragon had already opened its huge mouth, ready to swallow this annoying Celestial Dragon whole.

Upon hearing this, a hint of boredom flashed in his dragon eyes, but he still slowly closed his mouth. Since he was useful to the team, he would spare his life for the time being.

Below, the will to survive drove Giringom Saint to make a final struggle. His face, which had been completely transformed into a beast, gradually returned to the proud face of a Celestial Dragon. But at this moment, that pride had been replaced by the madness of a desperate man.

He gripped the heavily wounded Barrett's throat tightly, and with his other hand, he aimed his weapon at the hostage's vitals, shouting hoarsely at the black sperm that were closing in from all directions: "Stop! All of you, back off!"

"If you dare take another step forward, I'll crush his throat and pierce his heart. I don't believe he'll survive."

“It should be very clear that Douglas Barrett is crucial to the Joker. If he dies, none of you will survive…”

It's both pathetic and laughable that a high-ranking Celestial Dragon, a knight of the gods, has been reduced to taking hostages and uttering threats to save his own life.

Qilingom Saint's words really had an effect. The black sperm at the forefront suddenly stopped in their tracks, looking at each other in bewilderment, their eyes filled with hesitation.

Despite their arrogance, they knew that Barrett might indeed hold special significance for Captain Bucky. They weren't entirely confident they could instantly kill a fully defensive member of the Knights of God without harming the hostage.

"What a hassle!"

"This bastard..."

"If you've got the guts, let's fight one-on-one. What kind of skill is it to take hostages?"

Seeing that the Dark Elves were indeed intimidated, a glimmer of hope flashed in Saint Chiringom's eyes. He suddenly felt that there was still hope in his life, that he could return to the holy land where he could lord it over others, and continue to enjoy the good life of a superior being.

"The weak have no right to negotiate."

Kokushibo's icy voice seemed to come from the farthest horizon, yet it resonated clearly in everyone's ears.

He didn't even move his position; he simply held the hilt of the sword at his waist firmly with his right hand, even though it was thousands of meters away. This was the demonic sword that had been fused with his flesh and bones—the Void Crying God.

With a clear, resonant clang, a silver blade aura, as thin as a cicada's wing and curved like a crescent moon, shot out silently from Kokushibo's blade, transcending the limitations of space and time.

It was just an ordinary sword draw slash, but the speed of this sword energy was extremely fast.

Everyone present, including Redfield, who possessed exceptional Observation Haki, only felt a barely perceptible chill pass by.

"not good"!!

Kiringom Saint's Observation Haki issued its most piercing alarm. He was terrified and almost instinctively pushed his Armament Haki to its limit in an attempt to defend himself.

It's too late!

The crescent-shaped blade of energy, as if possessing life and will, reached its predetermined position with unparalleled precision, lightly grazing Qilingom Saint at an incredibly tricky angle, and gripping Barrett's left shoulder joint.

With a soft, almost inaudible sound of a blade piercing flesh, Saint Chiringom shuddered violently. He looked down in disbelief at his left shoulder, where a gap had appeared.

His entire left arm, along with part of his shoulder, had been severed cleanly at the root. The cut was so smooth that his body didn't even react immediately, and blood didn't spurt out right away. Instead, half a second later, a fountain of scarlet blood suddenly gushed out.

Qilingom Saint let out a heart-wrenching scream, overwhelmed by excruciating pain and utter terror. "Why is he so strong..."

The severed arm was still gripping Barrett tightly, but as the arm separated from his body, the force vanished instantly, and Barrett's heavy body plummeted downwards.

"The best opportunity is now!" The black sperm reacted extremely quickly!

The little black figures swarmed forward, some catching Barrett precisely to prevent him from falling into the sea of ​​poison, while others pounced on him like hungry tigers, instantly knocking the unbalanced Chiringom Saint to the ground.

"Beat him up!"

"Let's see how arrogant you are!"

"The Celestial Dragons are amazing!"

Raindrops of tiny black fists pounded against the once arrogant face of Saint Chiringom, shattering his exquisite breathing mask and forcing him to breathe the mortal air he considered polluted.

His magnificent military uniform was torn, and his handsome face was instantly bruised and swollen. Qilingom Saint was beaten so badly that he begged for mercy repeatedly. He had never been humiliated like this before.

"They even threatened us!"

"If Barrett dies, you'll die with him. Go to hell!"

The black sperm beat and cursed with great satisfaction. The opportunity to personally beat up a high and mighty Celestial Dragon, who was also a member of the God Knights with fighting power, was a once-in-a-lifetime chance.

Every Black Sperm screamed with excitement, feeling extremely satisfied. Beating up Celestial Dragons was even more exhilarating than beating up Marines; the psychological satisfaction could only be released by beating up Celestial Dragons.

“Enough, Black Sperm. People are more valuable when they live than when they die,” Acnologia reminded him.

Hearing the black dragon speak, the black sperm reluctantly stopped, but still spat a few times at the swollen face of the Holy Chiringom before dispersing and cursing.

Meanwhile, the pirates who had just escaped outside saw this scene from afar and were all dumbfounded, their hearts filled with indescribable shock.

In their deeply ingrained belief, the Celestial Dragons are untouchable and inviolable descendants of gods, and any slight offense will bring about a devastating attack like the Buster Call.

At this moment, a true high-ranking Celestial Dragon was being brutally beaten to the ground by a group of small black monsters, like a dead dog, with no dignity whatsoever.

This scene completely overturned their worldview and instilled in them a deeper sense of awe and fear towards the Clown Pirates, these lawless pirates.

The myth built up by the Celestial Dragons over hundreds of years was shattered by the fist of the Black Sperm. And Saint Kiringom, the once high and mighty knight of the gods, became the first top-tier Celestial Dragon to be captured alive by pirates.

I wonder if Im will feel sorry for him when he finds out.