vncnus Chapter 154 Slaughtering Witnesses, Heavenly Yaksha's Nighttime Escape from the Great Temple
Chapter 154 Slaughtering Witnesses, Heavenly Yaksha's Nighttime Escape from the Great Temple
Chapter 154 Slaughtering Witnesses, Heavenly Yaksha's Nighttime Escape from the Great Temple
In the royal capital of Albana, a deathly silence and chaos reigned. Im's figure had long since vanished atop the ruins, but his chilling will seemed to linger in the air, suffocating the survivors.
The three surviving scientific defense warriors, including Satan Saint, have returned to human form.
All three were tattered and battered, their faces as pale as paper, their eyes filled with lingering fear and the shock of surviving a near-death experience.
They knelt in a hall deep within the palace that was not completely destroyed, their heads bowed low, unable to look directly at the slowly creeping shadow before them.
In the shadows, Im's figure appeared and disappeared, his eternally round eyes indifferently sweeping over the lowly subjects at his feet.
A cold, emotionless will resonated deep within the minds of Satan, Vochuli, and Maz.
"What we see today is all an illusion."
"Anyone who glimpses the form of nothingness or senses the majesty of a throne—their very existence is rebellion."
"Clean it up."
The command was concise, yet it contained an unquestionable absolute will and a chilling killing intent.
It wasn't a discussion, it was a verdict.
"Yes, Lord Im!"
Satan trembled, lowered his head even further, and responded in a dry voice.
They understood what the word "cleanup" meant.
This is not only to silence witnesses, but also to maintain the lie of the Void Throne that the World Government has meticulously constructed over the past eight hundred years!
The highest authority can only be held by the Five Elders, and absolutely not by any specific king!
"It was publicly announced that Nassuro and Pitt had unfortunately died in the line of duty while suppressing the rebellion."
Im's will resounded once more, as if he were talking about something trivial.
The fall of two of the Five Elders is enough to shake the world, shift the focus, and serve as a stern warning.
In the shadows, the silhouette belonging to the shadows emitted a subtle, excited wriggling sound, seemingly filled with anticipation for the upcoming cleanup.
The order has been issued.
Meanwhile, atop a relatively intact tower outside the palace, a mournful cry rang out: "Fufufufu—·Howling and groaning!!!"
Doflamingo, leaning against the broken railing, laughed so hard he almost fell over, tears streaming down his face, his laughter bordering on madness!
"Did you see that? Shakespeare! Did you see that?!" he roared excitedly at the empty air beside him.
"How many powerful beings were there in that battle? The pitch-black sun that crocodile mentioned, and the King of Worlds! The master of the Void Throne!"
"The World Government's deepest secret, hidden for eight hundred years! It turns out the Five Elders were nothing more than watchdogs! This is simply—so interesting!"
!!"
He originally participated in the Holy Grail War with the wish of using the power of the Holy Grail to go further, dominate the underworld, and even seize higher authority. But now, a more insane and tempting idea is growing in his mind.
"If—if all the people in the world who are oppressed, enslaved, and deceived by the world government knew that there is such a god sitting above them—if the member states knew that the heavenly money they pay is ultimately offered to such an existence!"
"Won't the world boil over?! Won't it burst into flames?! What a magnificent sight that would be!!"
He was so engrossed in his fantasy of turning the world upside down that he trembled with excitement.
"Chaos is a ladder to ascension. Even a celestial demon could become a god like that!!"
However, at that moment, a faint groan, as soft as a mosquito's buzz, interrupted his reverie. The sound sent chills down his spine, and even his Observation Haki sensed something amiss.
Ming frowned and looked down.
On the street below, a naval soldier who was clearing rubble suddenly froze, and the tools in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.
He clutched his throat tightly with both hands. His eyes bulged in disbelief, bloodshot, and his face wore an expression of extreme terror, as if he had witnessed some incomprehensible horror.
Immediately afterwards, it felt as if countless tiny insects were wriggling under his skin, and his blood vessels bulged out, turning an eerie pitch black!
"Listen—. Ah—." He couldn't utter a complete syllable, only a strange sound like his throat was being choked.
Just a few seconds later, thick black blood flowed from his seven orifices.
Then he fell straight down, his body rapidly withering and shrinking, as if something had sucked him dry from the inside!
Doflamingo frowned and looked to the side.
"Shakespeare, what's going on?"
Shakespeare remained silent in the shadows, as if unwilling to believe his own judgment, while groans grew louder and then countless painful screams echoed throughout the capital, seemingly signaling the beginning of something.
Immediately afterward, another CP agent patrolling nearby suddenly let out a piercing scream, violently drawing his knife and slashing wildly at the air around him. "Get away! Get away! Don't come any closer! Monsters, they're all monsters—eyes everywhere!!"
He went completely mad and finally slit his own throat. Further away, a civilian hiding in his home saw the horrific scene unfolding outside through his window.
He was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, clutching his head with both hands, his body trembling violently as if he had a stroke, muttering incoherent words over and over again, until finally his pupils dilated and he was scared to death!
The strange changes, like an invisible plague, are quietly spreading in the area surrounding the palace!
The ways of dying are varied and bizarre: some die from physical deformities, some from mental breakdowns, and some from silently turning to ashes!
The whole process started with screams, but then everyone seemed numb and just kept hitting their heads without making a sound.
"Thump, thump, thump!"
Only the sound of impact slowly approached, quiet yet unusually swift, carrying a chilling sense of order.
Doflamingo's smile froze, a chill running from his feet to the top of his head. He instantly understood: this was the King of the World's attempt to silence him! Im's orders had begun to be carried out!
Everyone who may have witnessed the battle just now, or even just vaguely sensed Im's presence, was indiscriminately eliminated!
"Master! Get out of here immediately!"
An anxious voice sounded beside him, and the spirit of Shakespeare, dressed in Renaissance attire, appeared, his usual dramatic expression replaced by an unprecedented seriousness.
"Something extremely terrifying and ominous is wreaking havoc! Its script is nothing but pure death and malice; my play cannot distort its plot!"
Doflamingo broke out in a cold sweat instantly. Shattrath's reckless appearance left him with no doubt about its authenticity.
He had no doubt about Shakespeare's judgment that the terrifying thing most likely came from the King of the World, and that he might die—
Doflamingo absolutely did not believe he could withstand more beatings than that Berserker who could withstand the sky!
Normally, the World Government might be wary of him because of his status as a Shichibukai and a former Celestial Dragon.
But under Im's purge orders, those identities meant nothing!
"Damn it!!" Doflamingo felt an extreme surge of anger and betrayal.
"I monopolized so many resources for you in the underworld! I know so many secrets! I've done so much dirty work for you! And you still dare to..." His String-String Fruit power went out of control due to anger, cutting the surrounding debris to shreds.
However, his rage brought no results; he only felt the frenzied sensation in his body growing stronger, and he was about to die suddenly like the people around him.
Doflamingo calmed down and tried his best to control his emotions, shouting towards the direction of the palace.
"I still have value; I possess a Heroic Spirit! I've planted a seed for the Red side! I can bring considerable benefits to the Black side. Don't you want to consider it?"
But there was no response.
Only the silent death spreading below clearly told him this.
Before the will of the King of the World, his so-called value and secrets are worthless!
Despair and chilling killing intent intertwined in his heart.
"Let's go!" Doflamingo made a quick decision.
Shakespeare immediately spread his arms and began to sing loudly, as if at the beginning of a stage play.
"Herein lies the story, where everything is a play (FirstFolio)!"
Noble Phantasm activated!
The surrounding space instantly became distorted and unreal, blurring the line between reality and fantasy.
Those invisible and eerie forces that had been quietly spreading seemed to be caught in countless absurd and bizarre dramatic scenes, becoming hesitant and chaotic.
This temporarily prevented the rampaging force from finding its true target. However, Shakespeare's face quickly turned pale, clearly indicating that he was barely holding on.
"No. Master—the opponent's level is too high. My Noble Phantasm can only interfere for a moment—"
At this critical moment, a cloud of black smoke, as if it had a life of its own, quietly wrapped itself around Doflamingo and Shakespeare.
"Oh dear, it seems the down-on-his-luck clown needs a little smokescreen~"
Tescat Riboca's lazy, mocking voice resounded directly in their minds. Doflamingo's pupils dilated in shock; he remembered that voice! It belonged to the guy who stood high in the heavens, defying the King of the World!
Before he could utter a single word, the black mist suddenly contracted!
Doflamingo and Shakespeare felt as if they had been thrown into a high-speed spinning tunnel, surrounded by bizarre colors and meaningless noise!
When they came to their senses again, they were far from the capital and found themselves in a dense rainforest of the Age of Gods.
Doflamingo took a step back, regained his balance, and realized what had just happened: the dark sun had saved them.
Whether it was the will of the Heroic Spirit itself, or a small gift from Crocodile to him, his accomplice, none of that mattered for the time being. He turned back to look in the direction of the royal capital.
His eyes burned with unprecedented anger, humiliation, and a frenzied killing intent!
"The Five Elders, the Kings of the World—" he practically spat out those words through clenched teeth.
"Fine—very well! You want me dead? Then I'll flip your table first!"
He turned his head sharply, his gaze fixed on the distance, towards the great temple that still shone brightly in the darkness.
"Roar. Red Team. War God Pharaoh. Pirate King Roger. And that berserker who can withstand Im's attacks—"
A dangerous and twisted smile appeared on Bei's face.
"It seems—it's time to change partners!"
Without further hesitation, he led Shakespeare, who was still shaken but diligently recording everything, towards the direction of the Red Team's camp.
Under the desolate moonlight, amidst the commentary of the outsiders, Doflamingo parted layers of bushes.
He had come to understand that without killing this king, all the so-called power was futile.
The truth about Im that he carries will surely become a bomb dropped on the world!
He exchanged a smile with Shakespeare, who was standing beside him.
It's been 800 years, so let Lao Tzu sing the first line of the collapse of the world government!