#518 - Chapter 518 Please Stay

"Please stop."

A deep voice, devoid of any emotional inflection, echoed from the darkness, seeming to seep into the ears from all directions, lingering eerily in the silent air.

Ginny and Shiliew halted, their eyes meeting swiftly, each seeing wariness and surprise reflected in the other's gaze—anyone who could conceal their presence to such an extent in this darkness was no ordinary person.

The giants behind them also stopped, their brows furrowed, a hint of unease in their eyes.

Their breathing became slightly rapid, as if they recognized the voice of the speaker, suppressing even their heavy breaths, afraid of disturbing this stranger emerging from the shadows.

"What's he doing here?" the giants wondered.

From the darkness, a tall figure slowly emerged, his build robust yet moving with a weightless grace. Half of his face was hidden in shadow, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light, as if able to pierce the night and observe Ginny and Shiliew's every move.

"I am Loki," the voice spoke again, deep and calm, yet laced with an undercurrent of pressure that created a tense atmosphere in the air. "Please take me away from this place with you."

Ginny's brow furrowed slightly; with her intelligence-gathering capabilities, the name Loki was not unfamiliar to her.

He was the king of the giants, the giant rumored to possess the greatest strength of their race.

She glanced at the giants beside her; their expressions were complex, their eyes flashing with undisguised fear and suspicion—Loki was actually here?

And why was he asking to be taken away?

Shouldn't he be colluding with the World Government, after all, in their eyes this prince could even kill his own father, let alone join the World Government.

Shiliew narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of amused laughter in their depths, the sharp blade in his hand rising slightly, ready to meet a battle at any moment. "Loki? Oh? I didn't expect even you to be locked up here."

His voice was laced with curiosity and inquiry, as if trying to glean more information from the other's reaction.

Loki stopped, raised his head, and his deep gaze swept over Shiliew and Ginny, a hint of intriguing smile appearing, and said in a deep voice, "The world is unpredictable. Now, I am both your prisoner and possibly your ally."

He paused, as if weighing his words, "What you are trying to save are my people, and what I want to save is the entire giant race."

As his voice fell, the air seemed to freeze for a moment, Ginny's eyes narrowed slightly, and she understood the other's intention.

Someone like Loki would actually be willing to save his race as his goal, rather than prioritizing personal gain?

"Why do you want to leave?" Ginny asked tentatively, her voice clear and alert, her gaze revealing a wariness that did not easily trust.

Loki took a deep breath, the smile on his face slowly fading, becoming solemn, "The giant race has never succumbed to any power since ancient times, but the current situation no longer allows me to stand idly by."

He cast a cold glance at the prison behind him, his eyes revealing intense disgust and anger, "If no action is taken, the entire giant race will be completely reduced to a tool of the World Government, and I can no longer sit on the sidelines."

"......"

Ginny remained silent, Loki's intentions and determination were obvious, and the wariness in her heart relaxed slightly.

Just as she was considering whether to accept his request, Shiliew raised the corner of his mouth, sneered, and casually turned the blade, "I don't object to saving people, but there's one thing you need to understand."

He said in a low voice, his gaze as sharp as a knife, "We're not here to work for your giant race for free."

Loki nodded, his eyes calm and resolute, "Rest assured, my joining will not only save you some trouble, but also bring corresponding value."

After he finished speaking, there was a hint of boldness in his eyes, as if he had never taken the difficulties and obstacles in front of him to heart.

Ginny pondered for a moment, then nodded, "In that case, let's go together."

She waved her hand gently, signaling the giants to continue forward.

And Loki, with a steady and firm pace, silently integrated into the team, although he didn't say a word, his reassuring aura gradually influenced the morale of the giants, and everyone's pace became more firm, as if no accident would happen by his side.

Shiliew in the rear, sneered at Loki's back, then shook his blade and muttered to himself, "It's getting more and more interesting."

......

On the main battlefield, the battle continued fiercely, but the situation was quietly changing.

With Whitebeard's joining, Jin'an's pressure against the Five Elders suddenly lessened, and now he was faintly gaining the upper hand.

Jin'an felt the burden on his shoulders lighten, his gaze sharpened, his pupils as sharp as knives, scanning the Five Elders' camp.

His aura became more and more awe-inspiring, like a sleeping dragon awakened, and the fiery killing intent overflowed in the air. Every strike carried unparalleled force and precision, forcing the Five Elders to retreat step by step.

Whitebeard stood on the side of the battlefield, his aura as heavy as a mountain, like a god descending.

He held Murakumogiri in his hand, staring at the Five Elders with a sneer, every move carrying wild domineering.

Raising the giant blade, he slammed it down on one of the Five Elders, the sharp blade splitting the air, bringing a tearing wind, "Gurarara! That's all you are!"

One of the Five Elders hurriedly raised his hand to resist, but was still forced back by Whitebeard's strength, a trace of blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and a trace of unbelievable anger and resentment appeared in his eyes.

Their power should have been overwhelming, but the current situation made him feel an unprecedented frustration.

Jin'an sneered at the Five Elders, his eyes sharp, "What? With the power bestowed by Im, that's all you are?"

Before he finished speaking, his figure disappeared again, his speed as fast as a phantom, directly appearing beside another of the Five Elders.

That Five Elder was startled, and before he could react, he was hit hard in the abdomen by Jin'an, grunting, staggering back, his eyes showing pain.

Jin'an continued his offensive relentlessly, a trace of mockery flashed across his cold face, "Relying on the power given by others will not make you truly stronger."

His fist was wrapped in a violent aura, slamming heavily into the Five Elders' defense, as if carrying a thousand pounds of force, each blow making the Five Elders feel the blood vibrating in their bodies, and their breath unsteady.

On the other side, Whitebeard was full of pride, his eyes overlooking the battlefield, Murakumogiri rotating and slashing in his hand, his powerful aura like a surging tide.

Whenever he swung his knife, a low cracking sound rang in the air, shaking the ground and cracking, and gravel splashed.

The Five Elders tried to fight back several times, but Whitebeard seemed to see through their intentions and always took the lead to interrupt their movements, forcing them to be embarrassed.

One of the Five Elders had a gloomy look, trying to control the evil energy he had obtained from Im to fight back, raising his hands, and dark energy gathered in his palms into a terrifying black light.

"Rumble!!!"

However, as soon as he released his power, Whitebeard suddenly raised his foot and stomped heavily on the ground, and a huge shock wave spread from the ground, and the black light was instantly shattered, turning into fragments all over the sky, scattered in the air.

"Be confident? Don't take me Whitebeard as those unknown pawns!" Whitebeard snorted, suddenly approached, clenched Murakumogiri with both hands, and the huge blade slashed towards the opponent like thunder.

"Bang!!!"

The Five Elder was caught off guard and hurriedly raised his hand to block, but his figure was directly knocked away, crashing into the distant mountain wall, embedded in the rock, and his breath instantly became chaotic.

With Whitebeard's cooperation, Jin'an firmly grasped the initiative on the battlefield, approaching step by step.

The Five Elders' faces became more and more ugly, and their eyes revealed undisguised anger and humiliation.

They thought that with the power given by Im, it would be enough to sweep everything, but on this chaotic battlefield, they were actually forced into a predicament.

The two, one in front and one behind, oppressed the Five Elders' formation tacitly and sharply.

Jin'an's attack was like mercury pouring to the ground, precise and swift; Whitebeard's power was like a landslide and tsunami, incomparably powerful.

The battle gradually tilted towards the New Navy, and the once invincible majesty of the Five Elders was actually shattered bit by bit in front of this pair of powerful enemies.

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