Chapter 405 The power from Huangquan
A group of little people looked at Maud with dull eyes.
too fast.
Almost didn't see anything, and the members of the Beast Pirates who had beaten them to pieces some time ago just lay down in blood.
"Give these ferocious humans to..."
"What a terrible power!!!"
"What is the origin of this human being...!!!"
Some time ago, they could not resist the attack of this group of members of the Beast Pirates even with the strength of the whole family.
So much so that even the king became a prisoner, and even more to suffer this cruel torture.
And the human who suddenly appeared in front of him actually defeated this group of thorny enemies in an instant.
Witnessing Mord's incomparable strength with their own eyes, the little people were all shocked.
Maud's eyes swept across the shivering young human race in the beast cage, with a gentle smile on his handsome and handsome face, which looked like the warm morning sunshine.
"never mind."
A short sentence, but full of power that can calm people's hearts.
The children of the little human race opened their eyes and looked at Maud.
That gentle smile is slowly melting the panic in their hearts.
They felt Maud's kindness.
Some little boys looked at Maud with admiration in their eyes.
To them, Maud's arrival was like the hero in the story, who fell from the sky to save them when they were in danger.
Different from the pure perception of children, other young people of the little people, as well as the older members of the little people, just felt a kind of——
Similar to the look and feel of the strong giving shelter to the weak.
And such protection is never a one-sided payment.
But anyway, the sudden appearance of Maud is their only hope at this moment.
After comforting the little people a little, Maud looked at the last remaining enemy in the field - Monet.
now.
Monet looked at Maud who suddenly appeared with a dignified expression on his face.
In just a few seconds, a layer of cold sweat oozes out on her forehead.
Back in the familiar room a few days ago, she stood in front of the window, silently swearing in her heart that it would be better to let Morde live than die.
She made such a big wish, and she also firmly believed that she could do what she said.
The source of self-confidence comes from Kaido's power and power, as well as Caesar's ancient experiments with artificial devil fruits.
She has sorted out all the pieces of the puzzle, and what she has to do next is to spend some time putting the pieces together.
Maybe three years, maybe five years, maybe even ten years.
But in order to avenge the young master and the members of the Don Quixote family, she has patience and can afford to wait.
But……
Maud suddenly appeared.
It appeared in front of her eyes.
Suddenly, Monet's heart was full of coolness.
"Why did this man come to Dressrosa..."
"Why did he find it here..."
"Why is this..."
Monet felt a chill in his heart, and wondered about the timing of Maud's appearance.
She was desperate.
The man in front of her, whom she could not wait to cramp, just stood there, completely stifling any prospect of her future.
Maud looked at Monet, who was sweating constantly.
This is how the weak should react to the strong.
In order to deepen this reaction, Maud's eyes gradually became sharp, and the overlord's aura emerged from his body, turning into a dimly-colored light circle, which instantly passed through Monet's body like a shock wave.
Being swept by the overlord's aura, Monet's body trembled, his eyes trembled, and his face turned pale.
Can't win, absolutely can't win...
No chance, no hope.
dying here...
But how can it end like this.
I want to avenge the young master! ! !
Do not.
Never die here.
Monet yelled in his heart.
The sudden boiling emotions made her feel resistant.
chi chi-
With the slight sound, Monet's body quickly accumulated cold air, and his body gradually turned into snow, and began to emit a chill of white smoke.
At first glance, the cold smoke from Monet's snow-white body was similar to when Aokiji used his abilities.
"I only get one chance..."
"Use that strongest move!!!"
Monet suppressed the timidity in his heart, and Maud's figure was reflected in his golden eyes.
She is very clear.
Even if he could find a chance, it would never be possible to defeat Maud.
But maybe create the possibility of escape.
This kind of thought is not timid before the battle, but a clear recognition of the reality.
With Maud's bottomless strength, and dozens of her, there is no chance of winning.
"Want to escape?"
Maud suddenly spoke.
"!!!"
Monet's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously took a half step back.
"is it possible?"
Maud flipped his wrist and put the autumn water into the sheath.
Such a move of retracting the sword into its sheath made Monet, who was like a frightened bird, pondered.
"Tattoo..."
Just when Monet was amazed at Maud's sudden move to withdraw his knife, there was a sound of footsteps at the entrance of the passageway.
It was the sound of leather soles hitting the ground.
In addition to the footsteps, there is also the precise humming of the melody.
Monet listened to the voice from behind and wanted to look back, but the invisible pressure from Maud made her dare not look away.
Even if it was just a blink of an eye, she felt very dangerous.
In desperation, Monet could only turn his back to the entrance of the passage and let the sound of footsteps and humming get closer.
Sweat oozing out from the clean forehead also became more and more.
Facing Maud alone is a desperate situation.
Now there is an enemy in the rear.
situation……
Too bad.
A deep sense of powerlessness once again eroded Monet's spirit.
The person who came from the stairway was Brook.
"Yo hoo hoo..."
Brook followed Lafayette's signature move, walking towards Monet while turning the Sword of Soul Death in his hand.
certainly.
The humming sound, which sounded quite pleasant, did not stop.
"Miss, I hope you can understand that my captain won't attack you from the back. In fact, my captain doesn't need to do that either."
Brook stopped at a distance of about ten meters behind Monet, raised the sword of soul mourning, and said seriously: "So, please turn around with confidence, because I can solve you alone."
"..."
Hearing Brooke's words, Monet was silent.
Under normal circumstances, no one would easily believe the words of the enemy.
But.
As Brooke said, Maud really didn't need to sneak up on her from the back.
And what Brooke wanted to express was that he didn't mean to join forces to besiege her.
On the other hand, he is confident enough that one person alone can solve her.
Monet's thoughts quickly turned in a short time, and then he quickly made a decision.
Now she is half-hanging off the cliff.
What about walking towards the dangling wire rope?
so--
Monet plucked up his courage, and while accumulating cold energy, he slowly turned around and looked at Brook, who was standing ten meters away, thus completely exposing his back to Maud.
Maud, who has already returned the autumn water to the sheath, did not make a move, but returned his attention to the little human race.
Monet, who didn't feel the danger behind him, breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
When she was about to fall off a cliff, she chose to walk on the suspended tightrope.
She was right.
The enemy is giving her a chance...
If you can grasp it, there is still a chance.
"Um?"
Suddenly, Monet's eyes changed and he looked at Brook suddenly.
To be more precise, he was looking at the Soul Death Sword in Brook's hand.
The faint blue light that faintly emerged from the sword, like a dangerous warning light, kept stirring Monet's nerves.
A dangerous sword.
The master holding the sword is equally dangerous.
Monet instantly realized that the skeleton man in front of him also had the strength to threaten her.
"Damn..."
Monet, who didn't want to think about it any more, made a decisive move.
A lot of chills that had accumulated in the body before, instantly gathered in Monet's mouth along the throat.
"snowstorm!"
Monet opened his mouth and spit out a cold wind wrapped in snowflakes, covering the large fan-shaped area where Brook was located.
Such power is far inferior to the ice age of Qingzhi, but it also pulls the huge underground port into the ice and snow in an instant.
"It was such a spectacular snowstorm that I'm going to get goosebumps, although I don't have any goosebumps, yo ho ho..."
Seeing the blizzard swept in, Brook did not retreat but stepped forward, striding into the blizzard.
"Yo hoo hoo..."
The unique laughter was instantly drowned out by the sound of wind and snow.
Looking at Brooke's actions, Monet frowned.
The strongest move clearly devoured the enemy, but for some reason, without any excitement, he vaguely felt that something was wrong.
laugh--
Sudden.
In the whistling sound of the blizzard, there were other sounds.
Monet was shocked.
It was to see that the raging blizzard was torn apart by a huge opening.
Do not.
It should be said that a big hole was cut.
Immediately afterwards, Monet's temple stinged slightly, and he suddenly felt the danger.
In the white blizzard that caught his eye, a piercing sword light suddenly came, reaching its limit.
Monet's eyes widened.
After reacting, the sword light I saw just now has disappeared without a trace.
"Chong-"
Then, the sound of returning the knife to the sheath came from behind.
"Yo hoo hoo, Song of Plundering. Xue Zhan."
Then, it was Brook who read out the name of the move just now.
It's just that after finishing the move, the act of saying the name of the move seems to be a declaration of victory.
Listen to the sheathing sound, listen to Brooke's declaration.
Monet seemed to understand something, and a bewildered expression slowly appeared on his face.
laugh--
In front of Monet, a burst of blood suddenly splattered.
"It's not armed..."
"But... I... was beheaded?"
"Why... can I cut..."
"Um?"
"It's so cold..."
"Eh?"
"Why am I so cold..."
"Okay, it hurts."
Suddenly, all kinds of doubts arose in Monet's mind.
She slowly lowered her head and looked at the wound cut by the Soul Mourning Sword.
However, he was stunned to discover that a layer of dark blue ice was condensed around the long and narrow wound that traversed the abdomen of the snow body.
"Frozen on the snow?"
Monet was stunned and even more puzzled.
It's just that her doubts are obviously unanswered.
The strength of the body was lost along with the blood, and the consciousness gradually began to blur.
With a strong unwillingness in his arms, Monet fell to the ground, but there was still a breath left.
As she fell to the ground, the blizzard she spawned stopped at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In this battle, only one move will determine the outcome.
The power from Huangquan is beginning to emerge.
"I'm sorry, beautiful lady."
Brook's empty eyes stared silently at Monet lying on the snow.
Blood flowed out from under Monet, and against the backdrop of the white snow, it was a rather dazzling bright red.
"Very beautiful attack, not only cut through the blizzard, but also cut through her snow body, you are really getting better and better now, Brooke."
Maud's unstinting praise came from behind at the right time.
"Yohoo!"
Brook turned around, looked at Maud with a smile on his face, and said implicitly: "The captain has won the prize. It is the credit of the sword of death. It just restrains the ability of this young lady."
The reason why he was able to cut through the blizzard and Monet's snow just now was not because of his armed color, but because of the blue ghost light in his hand, as if it came from the sword of soul mourning under the yellow spring.
When his yellow spring aura echoed with this soul mourning sword, it was able to inspire a chill that was above the ice and snow.
Although Brook is not very clear, but...
He felt that the chill might be the power from Huang Quan.
And under the influence of Maud's thinking and imagination, Brook no longer simply regards the yellow spring fruit as an ability that can only be used for resurrection.
According to Maud.
Now he has lost his flesh and bones, and lost all the characteristics that a creature should have.
But he is still alive, he can eat, drink, sprinkle and sleep.
This is enough to illustrate.
Yellow Spring Fruit is a rare ability.
Unlike other Devil Fruits, which require biological genes as a carrier, it resides directly in the soul and changes things invisibly.
Under the influence of Maud's concept, Brook began to feel that just using that yellow spring chill to hurt the enemy's soul was not a special ability.
Perhaps as the ability deepens, it may also lead to a higher level of soul ability.
He was looking forward to the arrival of [Awakening].
Although it is difficult...
"Humility is good, but don't overdo it, Brooke."
Maud glanced at the Soul Death Sword in Brook's hand and smiled: "You must understand that the source of this power comes from you, and it is because of you that this sword can be called the Soul Death Sword."
"captain……"
Brooke was slightly startled, then filled with joy.
"Yohoo!"
He smiled with delight to receive such praise from Maud.
Yup.
He has to continue on the road of becoming stronger.
Evolve the power of the yellow spring to the situation that Maud once mentioned.
In this way, Fang lived up to the captain's expectations.
The snow stopped.
The subterranean port is still chilly.
Maud came to the king of the Dontata clan.
"Everyone, I will help you solve the crisis."
"So……"
"Reciprocity, can you do me a favor?"
Maud gets straight to the point.
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