pertwk Chapter 417: The Annihilating Iron Fist!
Chapter 417: The Annihilating Iron Fist!
With Im forcibly taking over Satan's body and returning to the battlefield!
At this moment, the sky above Egherd began to stir again.
The sounds of explosions, shouts of battle, and the roar of waves were all gone.
An even more terrifying force crushed everything.
At the heart of the deathly silence lies Satan.
No, it was Im who took over his body.
He raised his mutated right hand.
That hand doesn't belong to a human.
Dark gold patterns writhe beneath the skin, like living worms.
Fingertips are not flesh and blood, but crystals formed by the solidification of rules.
He flipped his palm over.
The space above began to distort, like paper that had been burned through.
A ball.
The size of a glass bead.
It coalesces at the center of the distortion.
It's too small.
The small ones are almost invisible.
It's too conspicuous.
Because it is pure black, a black of despair.
Light cannot escape.
The light and shadow that approach it are torn apart and swallowed up, forming a miniature accretion disk.
"Buzz—"
The air emitted a sharp whistling sound.
It wasn't the wind.
It is the lament of space.
Countless rubble, broken weapons, and other debris on the ground floated up against all reason.
They trembled in mid-air.
Then, like a pilgrim, they flew towards the black ball.
When they come within a meter, they silently disintegrate into particles.
Not even a speck of dust remained.
This is the power of "God".
In the ruins, the ancient robot's massive steel body suddenly froze.
It just woke up.
Two red electronic eyes flashed wildly.
The core of logic, dormant for eight hundred years, issued a piercing alarm.
This steel giant terrified the Holy Land of Mary Geoise eight hundred years ago.
At this moment, however, he resembled a frightened child.
Its massive body emitted a metallic scraping sound as it struggled under the strain.
The foot thrusters suddenly spewed out thick blue flames, trying to propel themselves backward.
escape!
Escape from this terrifying source called "Im".
It is not afraid of death.
But its mission is not yet complete.
It still has to wait for Joy Boy.
It can't just become a pile of scrap metal.
"What is that thing...?"
The dragon in the distance stared intently at the black ball in Im's palm.
He is the wind.
His perception of space is extremely keen.
He could sense which small ball contained the mass to flatten the entire island.
"Get out of the way! Big guy!!"
The dragon's pupils trembled violently.
Ignoring his injuries, he transformed his body into a hurricane and charged forward.
He didn't expect to be able to stop it.
Even just using the wind to push the robot away a little would be helpful.
too slow.
Everything is too slow.
In the timescale of "gods," the struggles of mortals are a joke.
Slow motion replay.
There was no ripple in Im's crimson eyes of reincarnation.
Everything before my eyes is dust.
She watched the robot trying to escape, a cold smile curving her lips.
That is indifference towards the life and death of inferior creations.
"Trying to run away?"
Im flicked his wrist slightly.
No throwing was done.
There are no energy rays.
The miniature black hole vanished directly from her palm.
next moment.
There is no flight path and no time delay.
That pitch-black, all-consuming miniature black hole appeared out of nowhere directly in front of the ancient robot's chest armor.
The distance is 0.01 centimeters.
It was almost touching that super alloy armor that was said to be able to withstand an attack from an admiral.
Time stood still.
Everyone's eyes widened.
Waiting for the earth-shattering explosion.
But reality gave them a silent slap in the face.
There was no fire.
There was no shockwave.
There was no roar.
There was only a muffled "hum".
It felt as if a piece of the world had been viciously bitten off.
That was the sound of matter being annihilated.
The ancient robot's superalloy armor, several meters thick, was rendered useless the moment it came into contact with the black sphere.
It's not broken.
It didn't become popular.
It's like a pencil line that's been erased.
It vanished into thin air.
The moment the black sphere made contact with the solid object, it expanded from the size of a glass bead to a diameter of five meters.
A perfect black sphere.
within the sphere.
Whether it's an indestructible ancient alloy, a sophisticated and complex power circuit, or a power core that has been burning for eight hundred years without going out.
Everything collapsed.
break down.
Annihilation.
"Sizzle... sizzle..."
The ancient robot emitted a mournful electronic noise.
After the black sphere finished absorbing the energy, it quickly shrank and disappeared.
It was as if they had never been here.
It disappeared at the chest and upper body of the ancient robot.
A perfectly round hole, five meters in diameter.
The cut is as smooth as a mirror, revealing the texture of metal molecules being forcibly severed.
It wasn't burnt.
There is only pure "nothingness".
It has lost its power core and spine.
This steel giant is completely dead.
Its half-swung iron fist hung limply.
Its massive body tilted forward.
"BOOM—!!"
The massive knee slammed into the ground, kicking up clouds of dust.
Then comes the upper body.
Like a collapsing skyscraper, it crashes onto the hard ground of Egherd.
The entire island shook three times.
The red light in the robot's eyes flashed wildly a few times.
What is it trying to convey?
It's as if they're searching for a familiar figure.
"Joey...Bo...I..."
The last faint electronic sound dissipated in the wind.
The red light went out.
This ancient weapon carries eight hundred years of history.
He just sent Satan Saint flying with a single punch.
Now, with a casual strike from Im, it has been reduced to real scrap metal.
The battlefield was deathly silent.
Everyone remained in the same position, mouths agape, eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.
This power was beyond their comprehension.
Their minds went blank, and they forgot to breathe.
Is this... the power of the King of the World?
Is this the "god" who ruled the world for eight hundred years?
"Hey...you're kidding, right..."
On the half-collapsed tower, Admiral Kizaru adjusted his sunglasses.
His fingers were trembling.
It wasn't because of an injury.
It is fear.
He is light.
He considers himself the fastest man in the world.
His laser can penetrate everything.
But just now, he felt death.
Even light would be swallowed up if it encountered that black sphere, right?
His prized laser was nothing more than a child's water gun compared to that move.
"Is this... an existence above the Five Elders?" Kizaru muttered to himself, his eyes more solemn than ever before. "This time, I'm afraid I really won't be able to clock out."
On the other side of the battlefield, Chen Ye stood on high ground, arms crossed, eyes slightly narrowed.
"Gravity warps space, creating miniature singularities that are annihilated at a fixed point." He quickly analyzed, "No, it's more advanced than the Gravity Fruit; it's the power of 'Void.' As long as something is determined to 'exist,' it can be 'erased.'"
"How domineering." Chen Ye chuckled, but the fighting spirit in his eyes burned even brighter. "However, that's what makes it interesting. It'll be even more interesting when I pull you down from your pedestal, won't it?"
In the center of the battlefield.
Im withdrew his hand, and the mutated hand returned to normal.
She didn't even glance at the fallen robot.
That kind of indifference is more hurtful than any mockery.
"Too weak."
Im's voice was flat.
It's like commenting on a bad dish.
Yet the news spread throughout the entire battlefield.
"A pile of old, broken metal can make you look this pathetic."
She tilted her head slightly, her gaze sweeping over the trembling vice admirals before finally settling on the scrap metal.
"It's better to just turn it into scrap metal; at least it'll be quiet."
These words struck like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart.
The ancient robot, which had been so imposing just moments before, was now seen as the hope for a comeback.
In the face of "God", they are utterly vulnerable.
Despair, like a tide, engulfed everyone.
"How could this be... Ah!" Usopp's legs trembled, and he plopped down on the ground, dropping his slingshot. "Even that monster was wiped out in an instant, what... what can we do?"
Nami covered her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes.
She looked in Luffy's direction, her heart filled with unprecedented worry.
Even ancient robots couldn't withstand a single blow.
Luffy...
Im's crimson Rinnegan slowly rotated.
His gaze swept over the ruins and the crowd, precisely locking onto Luffy, who was panting for breath.
At that moment, Luffy's hair stood on end.
He was targeted by an ancient venomous snake.
"Next..."
Im raised his foot, stepping on the void, and stared at Luffy.
With each step, a black ripple spread through the space beneath their feet.
The world trembled beneath her feet.
Im raised his hand, and that desperate black light once again gathered at his fingertips.
It's not as big as the black ball from before.
But the aura of destruction is more concentrated and more targeted.
"Joey Boy... that hateful name, and that nauseating heartbeat." Im's voice was grating and piercing, carrying a venomous resentment that seemed to transcend time. "I crushed you a hundred years ago, and I never thought you'd still have a legacy today."