#543 - Chapter 543 Five Elders, Death
Inside Pangaea Castle, Imu stood before a massive device encircled by countless complex runes, her fingers gently caressing the control panel before her, as if caressing a precious work of art.
Her eyes were calm and cold, as if she held no hesitation about her next decision.
“The energy is still a little short.”
Her voice was low and slow, yet carried a chilling iciness, her gaze fixed on Elbaf in the distance, piercing through the interwoven slaughter and chaos of the battlefield, as if able to see the truth deep within that land.
Her fingertip traced a streak of light in the air, as if cutting through space, connecting some invisible link.
And at the other end of that link were the Five Elders, struggling desperately on the battlefield.
“I can only ask you to bear with this.”
Imu’s tone was indifferent, without a trace of emotion, as if speaking to tools, rather than long-time confidants.
Then, on the Elbaf battlefield, the Five Elders’ movements suddenly froze for a moment.
Jaygarcia Saturn was attempting to launch a counterattack, but suddenly felt as if his chest had been violently torn apart by an invisible force.
He looked down at his hands, the power covered in Conqueror’s Haki rapidly dissipating, the energy within his body seeming to be forcibly drawn away by a powerful suction.
“What’s going on!”
He roared through gritted teeth, but his tone carried obvious panic.
His body began to wither, his once-strong, mountain-like frame gradually losing its vitality, as if a dried-up tree trunk.
Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro also felt this tearing pain, and before his centaur form could fully dissipate, he knelt directly on the ground, spitting out blood.
He raised his head, his face filled with shock and rage:
“Imu-sama… this is…”
Marcus Mars lost his balance in mid-air, the wings of his Itsumade shattering inch by inch, his entire body falling heavily to the ground like a kite with a broken string.
He clutched his chest, his eyes filled with pain and disbelief:
“She actually… abandoned us!”
Shepherd Ju Peter struggled painfully underground, his Sandworm form unable to escape, the originally flowing sand gradually solidifying, as if drained of life.
His voice was low and hoarse:
“Why… even us…”
The Five Elders’ auras waned at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if they were forcibly dragged from their peak back to being mere mortals, even finding it difficult to stand firm.
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“How pathetic you look. I might as well take back the power I gave you.”
Imu’s voice echoed within Pangaea Castle, a hint of cold irony within the calm.
Her fingertip slightly retracted, the energy link connecting the Five Elders instantly severed, drawing the last of their energy back into the device behind her.
“Rather than being consumed like this, I might as well take it back.”
Her words floated lightly, yet were like a hammer of judgment, completely sealing the fate of the Five Elders.
Imu slowly closed her eyes, feeling the power gathering within the device, the corners of her lips curving into a cold arc.
“Old chess pieces have no value anymore. I can find new ones.”
Her gaze turned to a row of neatly arranged suspended pods, within which slumbered a batch of even more powerful bio-weapons, as well as potential successors.
She whispered:
“The new Five Elders will be more loyal, and more powerful.”
Meanwhile, on the battlefield of Elbaf, Jinbei keenly sensed the violent fluctuations in the Five Elders’ auras.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, and snorted coldly:
“Have they finally reached their limit? Or… did she do something?”
Whitebeard laughed as he wiped the blood from his naginata, his tone full of mockery:
“Gurararara, looks like these old geezers have been abandoned.”
Jinbei was silent for a moment, then gripped the hilt of his sword, his gaze directed towards Mary Geoise, deep and cold.
“Her actions… are far more ruthless than I imagined.”
The wind on the Elbaf battlefield gradually subsided, but the air was filled with a suffocating sense of oppression.
Jinbei stood quietly opposite the Five Elders, his eyes as deep as an abyss.
His gaze swept over the five still-recovering behemoths, no pity in his eyes, only cold determination.
“Your existence no longer has any meaning.”
His voice was low, like the tolling of a judgment bell, carrying undeniable authority.
Although the Five Elders had lost their abnormal regenerative abilities, they still tried to stand firm, using their remaining strength to muster a final show of force.
But Jinbei did not give them a chance to catch their breath. He knew that Imu was plotting something, and time was not on their side.
He had to act quickly.
Jinbei gripped the hilt of his sword, his Haki erupting once more.
His entire being transformed into a sharp bolt of black lightning, rushing towards the Five Elders.
His speed was so fast that it was impossible to capture, even the air tearing because of him.
His first target was Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro.
This man once shook the battlefield with his freezing sword techniques, but at this moment his body was noticeably sluggish, the loss of power preventing him from maintaining his former agility.
Jinbei instantly appeared to his side, the trajectory of his longsword like a cold ray of moonlight.
“Crack!”
With a crisp sound, the ice sword snapped in response.
Jinbei’s blade pierced through Ethanbaron’s shoulder to his waist, cleanly and without superfluous movement.
“You…”
Ethanbaron tried to speak, but his body was already unable to support him, his massive frame crashing to the ground, blood spreading like a river.
“Next.”
Jinbei said coldly, without a trace of hesitation, his figure disappearing again.
Marcus Mars attempted to create distance using the speed of his Itsumade, spreading his massive wings and flying into the sky, attempting to gain some advantage with air superiority.
However, as soon as he ascended, he felt a suffocating pressure from behind.
Jinbei’s figure had already leapt into the air, his sword descending from the sky with a world-destroying aura.
“Boom—”
The blade split the air, as if tearing the entire sky.
Marcus’s wings were instantly severed, his body falling heavily to the ground like a kite with a broken string, emitting a deafening crash.
Before the dust on the ground had completely settled, Shepherd Ju Peter suddenly leapt up from underground, attempting to ambush Jinbei.
His Sandworm form was extremely stealthy, but Jinbei had already sensed his movements.
Jinbei turned and stabbed his sword into the ground, Haki injected into the blade, directly piercing the core of the Sandworm.
Shepherd Ju Peter screamed miserably, his entire body torn into pieces by the powerful force, flesh and blood mixed with sand and dust scattering across the battlefield.
Jaygarcia Saturn and Marcus Mars could no longer hide the fear in their eyes.
They were once the lofty Five Elders, dominating the fate of countless lives, yet they seemed so vulnerable before Jinbei.
They looked at each other, as if making some kind of decision, and simultaneously launched a final charge at Jinbei.
However, Jinbei merely stood in place, his sword gently held horizontally in front of him, like an insurmountable barrier.
“Do you really think that sticking together will change your fate?”
Jinbei said indifferently, his tone without any fluctuation, but the blade exuded a killing intent that devoured everything.
As the two men’s attacks were about to reach him, Jinbei’s figure disappeared again, appearing behind them.
“No!!!”
“We… are the gods who rule everything…”
Two flashes of silver light passed, and the last two bodies of the Five Elders froze in place, then crashed down.
Jinbei stood beside the fallen corpses of the Five Elders, sheathing his sword.
He did not look back, as if these beings who once shook the world were just a few stones to be disposed of.
“No time to waste.”
He murmured softly, raising his head to look in the direction of Mary Geoise, his eyes revealing a strong fighting spirit.
In the distance, Whitebeard watched this scene and couldn’t help but laugh:
“Gurararara! Jinbei, this has completely shattered their hopes!”
Jinbei nodded slightly, his voice calm but full of killing intent:
“Next, it’s time to think about the real mastermind hiding behind the scenes.”
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