area51novel Chapter 541 Betrayal, Calculation
Chapter 541 Betrayal, Calculation
Chapter 541 Betrayal, Calculation
As soon as the words were spoken, the air seemed to freeze for a moment, and two powerful forces collided violently in silence. The surrounding ruins seemed to be trembling with the impending conflict.
Blackbeard clenched his fist, the power of the double fruit surged in his palm
Shanks' Griffin flashed with a cold light, and the blade pointed directly at Blackbeard's throat.
At this tense moment, Blackbeard's eyes suddenly flickered.
He looked around - although Red Hair was seriously injured, his crew members, except for Poison Q and Aokiji who could still move, including himself, had almost lost their combat effectiveness.
"Damn it, it's not worth fighting."
Although he was confident in his own strength, his current condition was not suitable for a head-on confrontation with Shanks.
What's more, Shanks's domineering aura is still unfathomable. Even if he is seriously injured, he is not an opponent that can be easily defeated.
"Teach." Aokiji seemed to have seen through Blackbeard's thoughts, so he said, "I don't have the energy to fight a life-and-death battle."
"Haha ...
At the same time, his fists loosened slowly, and the dark power dissipated. He spread his hands
He acted as if nothing had happened, as if the tension just now had never happened.
"Redhead, you are still the same as always, always ready to draw your sword."
There was a hint of ridicule in Blackbeard's voice, but the coldness in his eyes had not completely faded away.
“However, now is not the time for us to quarrel among ourselves.
That monster called Holy Lord might still be hanging around outside. If we fight again, won't it be an easy win for him?"
Shanks's eyes were still stern, but the Griffin in his hand was slightly lowered.
He was also afraid of the Holy Lord. After all, if a fight broke out, it might really attract people here.
"This is the last time. Tikki."
"No problem." Blackbeard gritted his teeth and continued to lower his tone.
……
Meanwhile, on the other side.
Stinkys and Junzi, who were chasing Loki, obviously suffered a great loss.
In the darkness of the night, the two men looked somewhat disheveled, with many scars on their bodies and their breathing was disordered.
The surrounding woods were shattered by the aftermath of the battle, the ground was full of cracks and holes, and the air was filled with a burning smell.
"This guy's abilities are too weird." Junzi leaned against the tree trunk, breathing heavily, looking at Chouchux with cold eyes.
"If we keep following him, we will suffer." Her bandages were already in tatters, obviously having been greatly consumed in the previous battle.
"Damn it..." Stinkys snorted coldly and looked down at the wounds on his body.
With Junzi's help, he managed to bandage the wound, but the pain still made him frown.
"I didn't expect that after he possessed the Giant God Soldier, his ability would be so powerful. I underestimated him."
"Also, his abilities after he acquires the Giant God Soldier are somewhat similar to the Straw Hat Boy's Nika form."
Junzi recalled Loki's laughing figure in black, his brows furrowed, and his tone was solemn.
"That almost unstoppable power and weird fighting style are exactly the same."
"Now that you mention it, I also think that their fruit awakenings are a bit similar." Stinkyx nodded, a hint of thought flashing in his eyes.
"Could it be that the power of the Giant God Soldier is somehow related to the Nika Form?"
“Anyway…” At this time, Junzi spoke again, his tone serious and low: “Shamrock, we don’t have much time.
Marijoa contacted me yesterday. If there is no result, they will send two more members of the Knights of God. "
"What?" Stinkys was stunned for a moment, then frowned and fell into deep thought.
His fingers tapped unconsciously on the hilt of the knife, obviously weighing the pros and cons.
"It seems that we need help."
"What help?"
"A 'restrained' help." Stinky's voice was low and cold, with a calculating glint in his eyes.
……
The night was deep, and the woods of Elbaf were shrouded in a thin layer of mist. The moonlight filtered through the gaps between the leaves, casting mottled shadows.
Blackbeard walked alone in the woods with heavy steps, still thinking about how to recover the losses from this brutal battle.
Of course, what came to his mind more were the scenes of the confrontation with Shanks. The suppressed feeling of powerlessness made him feel angry.
It was fine before, but who is he now? A guy who was beaten and crippled dared to act so presumptuous in front of him.
"Damn red-haired..." Blackbeard cursed in a low voice, and clenched his fist unconsciously.
There was a hint of viciousness in his eyes, and it was obvious that his hatred for Shanks had penetrated deep into his bones.
However, just as he was about to move forward, a slight sound of footsteps suddenly came from the woods ahead.
"Who?!" Blackbeard suddenly raised his head and swept his eyes forward like a knife.
His body instantly entered a state of alert, with dark power surging faintly in his palms, ready to attack at any time.
"Don't be nervous, Teach." A familiar voice came from the shadows, and then a figure slowly walked out.
The moonlight shone on the man's face, and it was Shanks!
"Red hair?!" Blackbeard's pupils suddenly contracted and alarm bells rang in his heart.
He had just separated from Shanks, so how could he meet him here again?
Moreover, Shanks in front of him did not have many scars on his body and his breathing was steady. He did not look like he had just experienced a life-and-death battle.
"No!" Blackbeard reacted quickly, with a hint of vigilance in his eyes
"You are not a red-haired person." He clenched his fists, dark water gathering in his palms, ready to launch a fatal blow at any time.
"As expected of Blackbeard, he is indeed sharp." The "Shanks" in front of him smiled slightly, with a strange arc at the corner of his mouth.
"I am the leader of the World Government's Knights of God, Fergaland Shamrock." Stinx announced his identity in a cold and majestic voice.
"World Government?!" A hint of surprise flashed across Blackbeard's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a sneer.
"That's right. I came to you to discuss a deal."
"Trade?" Blackbeard narrowed his eyes, "You are worthy of negotiating a deal with me?
What, you want to try the same trick that Lucci used on CP0 last time on me again? "
Seeing Blackbeard’s big reaction, Stinkys was not in a hurry, and said with a hint of amusement in his tone: “I know what you are planning.
You want the Straw Hat Fruit, right? Unfortunately, with Red Hair around, you have no chance of getting it. "
Blackbeard's eyes changed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.
"So? What do you want to say?"
"I can help you." Stinky's voice was low and seductive.
“I can kill Red-Haired Shanks, and even help you get the Straw Hat Boy’s Devil Fruit.
But in exchange, you need to do me a favor."
"Help you?" Blackbeard sneered, "How can a cunning guy like you deserve my help?"
"Loki." Stinx uttered the name slowly, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.
"I need your Dark-Dark Fruit ability to help me deal with him."
"Loki?" Blackbeard frowned slightly, "The sealed madman? Wasn't he tied up in the underworld by Shanks back then?"
"Don't worry about that." Stinky's tone suddenly turned cold.
“You just have to know that our goals are aligned.
Red Hair, Straw Hat Boy, Loki...these people are all stumbling blocks to us."
Blackbeard was silent for a moment, and finally a gleam of greed flashed in his eyes.
He looked from Stinkys to his calculating face and grinned.
"Hahaha...interesting." Blackbeard's laughter echoed in the woods, with a hint of madness and ambition.
"Okay, I'll play with you.
However, if your world government still dares to play tricks on me..."
"Don't worry, we each get what we need." Stinkys smiled slightly, with a hint of confidence in his tone.
"Or rather, I can fulfill a promise to you right now, such as... killing Red-Haired Shanks."
"Oh?" A hint of interest flashed in Blackbeard's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by vigilance.
"What? Is there a problem?"
"Of course not, it's just that this time I'm a little uncomfortable with the straightforwardness."