area51novel Chapter 1153 Summoning My Father
Chapter 1153 Summoning My Father
Chapter 1153 Summoning My Father
As for why Lak didn't notice the final move, "Life and Death Cycle"?
Because that was developed by Barnett using his ability, it could completely conceal the full aura of Haki, which could not be sensed by Observation Haki. Only by making personal contact could one know, but by then it would be too late!
"That must have been tough fighting! Acting isn't easy either!"
Barnett glanced down at the gradually cooling corpses at his feet, a wry smile playing on his lips. He then turned and vanished like a ghost into the distant, smoke-filled battlefield, disappearing without a trace.
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A battlefield on the edge of the valley has long since become a fiery inferno.
The deafening roars of wild beasts tore through the sky, birds with charred wings let out mournful cries, and the crackling of burning branches and leaves filled the air. Thick smoke, carrying scorching heat, dyed the entire world a crimson red.
This is Ace's battlefield. At this moment, his only opponent is Saint Gillingam of the Knights of God—the few primordial demons who had attacked alongside him earlier have long been burned to ashes by his crimson flames, leaving no trace of their bodies.
In an instant, flames surged around Ace, his aura unstoppable!
"In the most primitive times, fire represented destruction. Even with extraordinary power, fire remains extraordinary. Now, show us what other tricks you have up your sleeve!"
Ace's face showed no smugness at having defeated a powerful enemy; he remained calm and composed, only his aura was even stronger, like a fiery king descending from the heavens!
Vic once cleared away the fog for him, allowing him to fully understand: the flames he controlled were completely different from ordinary fires in the world.
On islands without supernatural powers, a single fire can devour countless lives, requiring the combined strength of an entire city to barely extinguish it. Living beings cannot fight against flames with their own bodies; they can only rely on external objects to put them out. This is the situation of ordinary people in the face of ordinary flames!
Before the raging flames, flesh and blood can only turn into charcoal and can only desperately resist by relying on external objects.
Even in this extraordinary world where powerful beings abound, when faced with equally extraordinary flames, the plight of all beings is not much different.
The natural suppression of living beings by fire has never changed, unless the strength of the two sides has become so vastly different that it is like heaven and earth!
"What are even the most powerful flames compared to an immortal body?"
Gillingam's voice was full of exasperation, veins bulging on his forehead, and his magnificent robes were scorched and torn.
His Devil Fruit ability is closely related to dreams. He can summon everything that others see in their dreams and guide and manipulate it slightly, but he has no other power to control it.
Therefore, his ability is closely related to luck. If what others dream of is particularly powerful, the help he can summon will be strong. Otherwise, he can only rely on himself to take action!
In this valley, countless wounded people collapsed and fainted, all of whom were his "dream treasure trove" to explore at will.
He had just summoned many strange creatures and beasts, but those things were too fragile to withstand Ace's crimson flames; they were nothing more than fuel that only fueled the fire.
He had tried countless times to guide those people's dreams, making them dream of powerful figures like Lord Im, Vic, and Garp.
If we can summon one of them, this arrogant fire kid in front of us will definitely be crushed into dust!
But the three powerful figures in those people's dreams were always as hazy as a mirage, as if they were in another dimension. No matter how they tried to draw them in, they could not summon them to the real world.
He could only helplessly conclude that these ordinary people's understanding was too shallow to describe the power of those three people, which made the figures in his dream so illusory that they couldn't land.
Gillingham's clamor is not entirely without merit.
In terms of the flames themselves, they are indeed unlikely to cause fatal damage to an immortal being.
While both fall under the category of extraordinary powers, the priority of immortality seems to indeed surpass that of flames.
But Ace's choice was never to sit idly by and wait for death—since simple flames weren't enough, he would add some "ingredients" to them!
Ace didn't have many options, so this "material" was Conqueror's Haki.
This is also the key to his ability to burn those primordial demons with immortal bodies to death with flames. After all, the weakness of immortality is negligible and well hidden. Currently, only Conqueror's Haki can break through that barrier of immortality with supreme power!
"Immortality? So many of you have died already, it's no longer your reliance. You might as well just accept your fate!"
Ace keenly observed Gillingam's feigned fear.
Even the Celestial Dragons, who are high above and regard all living beings as ants, have a day when they show fear.
A surge of warmth quietly welled up in Ace's heart—wasn't this a harbinger of the dawn of a new era?
He couldn't help but imagine what the world would be like after breaking free from the shackles of the Celestial Dragons. Perhaps then, the world would be unified, free from slavery and oppression, and everyone could stand side by side, smiling.
"go with!"
Gillingam gritted his teeth and growled, his fingertips suddenly pointing at Ace. At his command, several enormous, fanged beasts roared and pounced, each exuding a chilling aura of ferocity.
He himself hurriedly calmed himself down and focused most of his attention on the dreams of those who had fainted, like a greedy hunter quickly searching for usable "pieces".
Ace's gaze swept indifferently over the ferocious beasts and human warriors rushing towards him, but his hands moved calmly and unhurriedly.
Those ferocious beasts possessed only brute strength and lacked intelligence, let alone the ability to control their domineering aura. When they encountered his flames, they were natural nemesis and posed no threat whatsoever. As for those human powerhouses, although they could use their domineering aura, their moves were ridiculously stiff and rigid, lacking any combat spirit whatsoever. They were utterly vulnerable and could only withstand a single blow!
"I've got it, you're the one!"
Just as Ace finished off all the enemies who were besieging him, a joyful shout suddenly rang in Gillingam's mind.
He finally found the "trump card" he had been dreaming of in an old man's dream - that person was none other than Ace's biological father, the Pirate King Gol D. Roger!
This old man had personally experienced the Golden Age when Roger and Whitebeard stood side by side, and had previously seen Roger and Whitebeard summoned by Im, so these two figures appeared in his dream!
In the dream, Garp's figure could still be seen, but the outline of the naval hero was shrouded by an invisible barrier, making it impossible to summon him.
However, the blood ties between Ace and Roger became Gillingham's target, leading him to successfully drag the phantom of the Pirate King into the real world!
"Father!"
Ace stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure before him, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, and he let out a barely audible whisper.
But his movements didn't falter in the slightest. White flames danced wildly on his fist, the outermost edge of which was enveloped in a layer of magnificent, gradient red light. Around the red light, crimson lightning crackled and swirled wildly!
This is the same killing move he used to slay the original demon. It combines the extreme heat of the Flame-Flame Fruit with the infinite damage of Conqueror's Haki, possessing both elemental advantage and devastating power. If Ace used it, it would be a fatal blow!
With a single step, Ace appeared before the summoned Roger as if by teleportation. Without the slightest hesitation, his fist, wreathed in white flames and crimson lightning, slammed straight towards Roger's head.