area51novel Chapter 470: The End of Satan Saint!
Chapter 470: The End of Satan Saint!
After Rocks sheathed his sword.
Take two steps back.
Then Lox glanced down at the mangled body of the Saint Satan at his feet. His eyes held no anger, only pleasure.
Viewers around the world were glued to the broadcast screen.
Countless ordinary people couldn't believe it. The Five Elders, who were once so high and mighty, would meet such a fate.
Meanwhile, the pirates in the New World were extremely excited, after all, who wouldn't want to stab the high and mighty Five Elders?
Chen Ye stood to the side.
He did not urge the next executioner.
No need to rush!
"Gulalalalala—"
Whitebeard's signature laugh!
He's about to begin!
The white-bearded man's body was so enormous that with each step he took, the sense of oppression grew stronger.
The white-bearded man stood still.
Bow down.
Beneath my feet lies the remains of Saint Satan.
A hint of mockery flashed in the white-bearded man's eyes, a mockery of the so-called Five Elders of the World Government.
Clench the Cloud-Slaying Blade tightly with both hands.
The signature white, vibrating aura compressed violently along the blade, growing brighter and brighter, increasingly dangerous. The aura emanating from that aura was pure destruction. The surrounding air was compressed by the vibration, emitting a piercing buzz. Space itself could no longer withstand it; visible distortion spread outwards from the blade.
Far away at Marine Headquarters, Sengoku and Garp knew all too well what that white halo meant.
The white-bearded man's eyes changed.
No hesitation.
Murakumo-giri slammed down with the force to cleave an entire island. A violent shockwave exploded the moment it touched the carapace. Destructive power poured forth, leaving no room for retreat.
Satan let out a scream.
His mangled remains crumbled inch by inch under the force of the tremors. Black carapace fragments flew in all directions like shrapnel. The limbs that supported his massive body broke off and shattered one by one.
Satan Saint was barely breathing.
Then Long stepped forward.
Expressionless.
The dragon's eyes turned icy cold.
Icy cold. Bone-chilling. With a chilling aura.
He doesn't represent himself. Behind him stand all the people in the world who have been trampled underfoot, all the revolutionary comrades who died in the shadows, and all those who didn't even leave their names behind.
The dragon stopped before its mangled remains.
Raise your right hand.
The surrounding air currents rushed towards his palm like crazy.
The wind was compressed in the palm of his hand. Compressed again. The invisible wind element was compressed to its limit, instantly condensing into a semi-transparent giant wind blade.
The dragon's gaze was fixed on Satan's chest.
Comrades who died in assassination attempts by the World Government, comrades who died due to intelligence leaks, brothers who died in the darkness and whose bodies could never be recovered—the blood debts of these people all rest on this one blade.
Sabo stood on the outskirts of the battlefield, silent, his gaze fixed on the leader's back.
The revolutionary army had waited far too long for this day.
The dragon waved its arm.
The wind blade was unleashed.
The air was forcibly torn apart by this speed, the rift visible to the naked eye. The wind blade, carrying the overwhelming hatred accumulated by the Revolutionary Army for decades, mercilessly sliced into Satan Saint's chest.
A dull, tearing sound of flesh.
The bottom of the pit is winding and undulating.
The strike was clean and swift. There were no frills, no unnecessary movements. The wind blade precisely sliced through that hideous demonic body.
The wound was so deep that bone was visible. The black internal organs were instantly shattered by the shredding force of the wind blades.
Satan's demonic body was utterly destroyed, reduced to a shapeless mass of rotten flesh. The regenerative power belonging to Im within him had been completely exhausted. This once invincible divine body had lost the last vestige of possibility of repair.
Black blood gushed out wildly from the huge wound.
Satan's vital signs plummeted.
The broken Rinnegan stared fixedly at the sky. Its vision was blurred. The last vestiges of life in its eye were rapidly fading, like the last grains of sand in an hourglass.
He didn't accept it.
He couldn't accept being dismembered piece by piece by these "lower people" like livestock. Humiliation and the fear of death overwhelmed him. A hissing sound escaped his throat as he tried to scream. He wanted to let out a final wail to Im, far away in the Holy Land.
I can't shout it out.
His tattered vocal cords couldn't produce a single complete syllable. The moment Im unilaterally severed the mental connection, his path to survival was cut off. His body lay in a pool of blood, only capable of instinctive convulsions. With each convulsion, large, foul-smelling fragments of internal organs gushed from the wound.
Viewers all over the world can see it clearly.
The horrific death of the Five Elders was etched into the eyes of billions of people, frame by frame. The once majestic Rinnegan now held only endless resentment.
Shanks stepped forward.
With a smile.
Holding Griffin's hand with his one arm, he walked briskly, as if taking a stroll. His demeanor was completely different from the others before him.
Shanks stood beside the massive head of the Satan Saint.
Bow down.
Looking at Satan Saint's unfocused eyes at this moment.
A powerful aura of Conqueror's Haki swirled around the sword energy emanating from Griffin's blade.
He displayed the oppressive aura of a Yonko (Emperor of the Sea) with the calmest demeanor.
Hawkeye Mihawk is holding a glass of red wine in the castle.
Shanks' image appeared on the screen.
Mihawk narrowed his eyes. He didn't say anything.
The Red-Haired Pirates' officers watched their captain from a distance. Beckman exhaled a smoke ring, the smoke dissipating slowly.
They knew Shanks' strength all too well.
Shanks' smile vanished.
For an instant.
His eyes changed. His composure vanished, replaced by a sharp edge.
Shanks looked down at Satan.
He opened his mouth. His voice wasn't loud.
"Five Elders, prepare for judgment."
This sentence was broadcast live and spread all over the world.
This wasn't just addressed to Saint Satan. It was addressed to the entire World Government and all the Celestial Dragons.
Shanks gripped the hilt of his sword tightly.
All his energy and spirit were poured into this final strike. With a sharp twist of his wrist, Griffin drew a perfect crescent arc in mid-air. The arc was extremely beautiful.
Griffin slashed at Satan Saint's thick neck.
A dull cutting sound.
Just for a moment.
Satan Saint's enormous head detached from his torso.
The head rolled away.
Satan Saint's life force has returned to zero.
The bottom of the pit fell into absolute silence.
Several men standing atop the world's highest point looked down at the headless corpse. No one spoke. No one moved.
Silence fell over the broadcast screens around the world.
Billions of people held their breath at the same time.
They witnessed it with their own eyes. A god who had ruled the world for hundreds of years was beheaded in public.
The plaza at Naval Headquarters was so quiet you could hear your own heartbeat.
Meanwhile, Kizaru, who was retreating and walking backward, pushed up his sunglasses, seemingly lost in thought.
Kizaru and the others all sensed it.
The authority of the Five Elders and the World Government has vanished.
The pirates' revelry was abruptly silenced at that moment. It wasn't that they didn't want to shout, but that they couldn't. The shock was too overwhelming, so overwhelming that it drowned out all their excitement and fervor.
The era of the old gods came to a complete end with this fallen head.
Chen Ye stood on a high place.
Looking down on all of this.
A calculating glint flashed in his deep eyes.