Chapter 1565 Waiting to die in the poisonous sea

Judiciary Island was now gripped by a deathly silence and panic.

The World Government officials who remained there were all pale-faced, staring in horror through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows at the apocalyptic scenes in both directions.

On one side, two terrifying giants, each a thousand meters tall and composed of pure elements, were locked in a fierce battle above Marineford, their collisions causing tsunamis and landslides.

On the other side, there was the ever-rising, spreading sea of ​​poison towards Impel Down, turning the ocean a deathly color, and the venomous skeleton monsters that rose from the venom, hundreds of meters tall, constantly emitting silent roars.

"It's all over, it's all over..."

An official collapsed to the ground, muttering in a daze, "The fall of Impel Down means the release of countless of history's most heinous criminals."

Regardless of the outcome of the fierce battle at Marineford, the prestige of the Navy and the face of the World Government will be affected. This ocean is truly about to go completely out of control!

The only saving grace is that the unique three-island structure of Judiciary Island, especially the huge, bottomless hole in the center that seems to lead straight to hell, has now become a natural sewage outlet.

Large amounts of seawater containing deadly toxins continuously flowed into the bottomless abyss, greatly slowing the spread of the toxic sea to Enies Lobby. This also meant that the air on the island was not yet completely polluted by the deadly gas, so everyone did not need to wear gas masks.

Compared to the temporary safety of Enies Lobby, the ruins of Impel Down and its surroundings are truly a living hell.

Magellan, having completely lost control and fused with the Venom Fruit, transformed into the world-destroying Poison Monster, continues to expand endlessly, emanating an aura of despair.

The viscous, colorful venom covered an area of ​​dozens of nautical miles, with the poisonous sea bubbling and churning deadly bubbles.

The air was filled with a sweet and pungent miasma; even from a great distance, inhaling it would cause a burning pain in the lungs.

Some of the weaker pirates, or those who were already injured, began to cough violently, even coughing up black blood clots. Their skin developed festering spots, and death was spreading quietly among the escapees at a visible rate.

A soul-shaking dragon roar came from the sky. The black dragon Acnologia, which blotted out the sun, hovered above the poisonous sea, its cold dragon eyes looking down indifferently at the living beings struggling on the edge of death below.

A black figure nimbly leaped onto the black dragon's broad right shoulder blade. It was the black sperm that had merged back into one. He rode on the back of Pochi, a dog the size of a domestic dog, like a cold-blooded observer of the apocalypse.

Black Sperm's beady eyes swept emotionlessly over the black dragons below, who were crammed onto the platform barely maintained by the tyrannical king, their eyes filled with longing and pleading as they gazed at the sky.

Black Sperm let out a disdainful snort, the sound not loud, but clearly reaching the ears of every survivor: "We, the Clown Pirates, are not a garbage dump. The guys on the sixth floor are at least somewhat worthless, but as for the trash on the fifth floor, whose bounties are less than a hundred million..."

"Just stay here obediently and rot away with this dilapidated prison under your feet."

These words were like a cold judgment, instantly plunging the large number of pirates on the platform into an icy abyss, with desperate cries and curses erupting everywhere.

The black sperm's gaze then shifted to Ivankov, the tall, heavily made-up leader of the transvestites in the crowd.

Black Sperm's tone softened slightly, but that was all. "According to the agreement with that kid Sabo, you can live, and your second-in-command can live too."

Ivankov's enormous face showed no gratitude for surviving the ordeal. He glanced back at the members of the transvestite park struggling in the poison gas, their eyes filled with terror.

He whirled around, his gaze fixed firmly on the black sperm: "What about my men?"

"I can't abandon them and escape alone!"

Black Sperm curled his lip impatiently: "Idiot, you can recruit more minions if they all die. As long as you, the transvestite king, are still alive, why are you afraid that no new transvestites will come to join you?"

These cold and realistic words pierced Ivankov's eardrums and also reached the hearts of every transvestite below, instantly filling the passage with suppressed sobs.

Ivankov's face instantly turned incredibly grim, his huge eyes filled with pain, but in the end all his hesitation turned into determination.

Ivankov roared at the black sperm, "Shut up! Ivankov will never abandon any transvestite who trusts me and follows me. We live together or we die together here."

After saying that, the transvestite king turned around without hesitation and strode back into the group of transvestites who were shrouded in poison gas and crowded at the entrance of the passage.

He spread his huge arms, trying to use his broad body to shield the children from the omnipresent poisonous miasma, though this was undoubtedly a drop in the ocean.

"Hmph, you're courting death. Then you can all rot together," the black sperm spat, ignoring the fact that he had no obligation to save these weaklings.

On the other hand, the pirates who escaped from Level 6 had a completely different reaction.

The muffled voice of "Evil King" Alvaro Pizarro echoed from beneath the platform: "I can't hold on much longer, the venom is corroding my assimilated parts..."

The colossal warship San Juan Wolf began to stride across the poisonous sea with its mountain-like legs. The venom only reached his knees, but the intense corrosion still caused him to roar in pain.

The giant barrel, Basque Chote, frantically poured high-purity alcohol around him, and soon he was sitting on a bubble, able to fly away on his own.

A cunning glint flashed in the eyes of the Moon Hunter, Katrin Demi, and her body began to change, as if she were preparing some kind of life-saving mythical beast ability.

These legendary villains of Level 6 each have their own trump cards and escape methods. They may be disheveled or injured, but they will never be like ordinary pirates in the lower prisons, who can only wait for death in despair.

The screening of black sperm begins the moment they step into Level 6, and he values ​​Redfield the most among them.

However, even if some pirates have the ability to leave, they still have to pay the price for daring to ignore the Clown Pirates. After all, it was the Clown Pirates who broke into Impel Down, and Black Heart has the right to control these pirates.

Those who are useless to the Clown Pirates can leave, but those who are useful to the Clown Pirates, once they've been chosen, can't leave. From the very beginning until now, most people have never had any freedom.