NIP Chapter 469: The Historic First Cut
Chapter 469: The Historic First Cut
Mary Geoise. The Empty Throne.
The dark, secluded room was still and windless.
Only the urge to breathe was extremely suppressed.
Im sat on the throne, half his face hidden in shadow. His pale fingers gripped the armrests tightly.
The carvings had been chipped away. Blood trickled down the wood grain. The throne bled silently.
A faint mental fluctuation penetrated the connection.
It trembled and crashed into his consciousness.
It's a cry for help.
From Satan Saint. From the Five Elders who were trampled into the mud.
The fluctuations were extremely weak. The dying howl of a wild dog.
"Lord Im"
It was filled with despair.
It was filled with fear.
To beg for mercy in a humble manner.
Im lowered his eyes. His gaze was completely unmoving.
No pity. No anger.
They didn't take action.
Only coldness. Disgust.
It's not that he doesn't want to take action!
Rather!
Satan Saint is now useless.
Waste is not worthy of consuming his power.
Im's eyes suddenly turned cold.
His eyes in the shadows were like cold, deep wells. He didn't raise his hand. His heart sank.
The posture of a ruler.
The mental connection was severed instantly.
In short.
Resolute.
Utterly ruthless.
Smash the dust.
"waste"
A low, hoarse voice escaped from his lips. More cruel than a scolding.
The connection is broken.
Egherd. Bottom of the deep pit.
Satan, who was lying paralyzed in a pool of blood, suddenly froze.
The ravaged demon's body lost its support. Its single eye contracted. It froze, frozen in place.
The last glimmer of hope on her face vanished.
Im abandoned him.
The god who rules the world has abandoned the dog.
Satan's lips twitched.
silent.
Her vocal cords were already ruptured.
Which face still bears the mark of despair?
Dead silence.
The single eye emitted a dim, gray light.
The lights went out.
The bottom of the pit was quiet.
A pause before the storm.
Military boots crunched over gravel. The sound was crisp and steady.
Pirate King Roger strode forward.
Step out of formation. Broad shoulders. Straight back.
The lion waited until its prey died. With each step, gravel shattered. Blood splattered from the soles of its boots. The sound was piercing.
The sound was recorded by a Den Den Mushi (snail phone).
Electromagnetic pulse.
It spread throughout the world.
No one was breathing in the tavern.
The marines remained frozen in place.
The children in the slums dared not blink.
The blade of history is about to fall.
Roger stopped in front of Satan.
He looked down at the bloodied and mangled god. No pity. His face was filled with smug satisfaction.
Raise your hand.
Grip the knife handle with your hand reversed.
The sound of the sword being drawn ripped through the deathly silence.
The Supreme Grade Sword. Ace drew his sword.
The jet-black blade was raised. The edge was long and narrow, its edge cold and sharp.
A cold glint slid along the spine of the blade. A fierce light that seemed to cleave the sea in two.
The camera zooms in.
The black light reflected into his pupils.
Countless people tensed up.
Naval Headquarters.
His pupils contracted. His Adam's apple bobbed.
The crane's hand was stained with hot tea. The person was as cold as ice.
Akainu stared intently at the sword. Lava dripped from his arm. A black hole burned into the carpet. He gritted his teeth. His face was grim.
Windmill Village Tavern. Makino covers her mouth. Her eyes are red.
Fishman Island Palace. Neptune's hand rests on the armrest. His knuckles are white.
Amazon Lily. Hancock stands on a high platform. Breathing heavily.
In the center of the pit.
Chen Ye stood at the back, watching Roger's back.
His eyes remained expressionless.
No excitement.
Cold and indifferent.
The world owes us a debt. It's time to pay.
A brief silence.
Chen Ye nodded.
Minimal action. Final permission granted.
Roger grinned.
His chest swelled. A domineering aura ignited.
A dark red, domineering color erupted.
Electric snakes exploded from his body, coiling around Black Ace. Arcs of electricity leaped. A maddened venomous snake. Thunderous force bound him to the blade.
The King's Will roars.
In front of the whole world, the gods were brought down from their pedestals.
The electric arc exploded.
An air explosion.
The rocks at my feet were suspended in mid-air. They were pulverized by the electric arc before they even hit the ground.
Crimson and black intertwined. The camera trembled.
The edge of the pit.
Vegaponk stared intently at the screen. His eyes were bloodshot. His hands gripped the control panel. His palms were sweating.
"Hold on. Don't lose the angle."
Nami clenched her fist, her nails digging into her palm.
Robin's breathing was light. His gaze was deep.
Bonnie forgot to chew her meat. She stared blankly at the bottom of the pit, watching the monster rewrite history.
Roger raised his knife.
The movements are slow.
The oppressive atmosphere made the world hold its breath.
A black blade hovers. Its tip points to the sky. Sunlight reflects a chilling gleam. The sky is ripped open, revealing a wound.
Roger looked up.
I haven't watched Satan's Saint.
Look at the camera.
Look at the whole world.
His eyes burned with fire.
The end of an era. The execution declaration of the old gods.
Roger opened his mouth. His roar echoed across the world.
"The whole world is watching."
The sound exploded.
Tinnitus in the eardrums.
The sea is rippling with waves.
Roger's eyes were like knives. A smirk played on his lips. Conqueror's Haki erupted.
"This is God's fate."
The world was struck by a giant hammer.
A wine glass fell to the ground in Windmill Village. It shattered into pieces.
The naval officers at headquarters were pale. Their breathing was erratic.
Mary Geoise Conference Room. Four Five Elders stared intently at the screen. A chill ran through them. Their lips trembled.
It is a verdict.
A verdict witnessed by the whole world.
Blood pooled at the bottom of the pit.
Satan Saint's tattered Samsara eyes widened.
His pupils trembled.
The raised black blade was reflected in the light.
Dark red lightning is a web of death.
fear.
Horrified.
I want to hide.
I can't move.
He wanted to beg for mercy.
Unable to make a sound.
You can only watch it.
The black blade grew larger in his pupils. It drew closer.
Roger showed no mercy.
Keep your arms taut.
Muscles like steel cables. Veins bulging. A powerful aura rising to the top. Rock strata beneath his feet cracking. Debris flying. A blinding flash of lightning.
Swing a knife.
Nothing fancy.
No mercy.
The most direct and domineering strike.
The black blade, crackling with lightning, slashed down.
The wind from the blade arrived first.
Rocks exploded. Cracks tore through the ground. The air whistled and ripped apart. The aura of the Pirate King. Trampling on the gods.
A dull cutting sound rang out.
The sound wasn't loud.
A blunt hammer slammed into his heart.
The blade pierced through flesh and blood.
Black and scarlet exploded.
Scalding hot blood gushed forth, staining the rocks crimson. It wasn't gold, just pure blood, thick and scalding, with a pungent, metallic stench.
Blood splattered.
Smash it onto Roger's boots.
He didn't blink.
The bottom of the pit was quiet.
The wind stopped.
The world is quiet.
No one spoke.
No one dared to speak.
He stared intently at the screen. At the gaping wound. At the gushing blood. At the Five Elders convulsing like animals.
"Hit!"
"It really hit the mark."
Someone murmured.
The voice was like a dream.
Unable to utter sleep talking.
The visuals shattered the myth.
God.
It also bleeds.
He was also beheaded.
They died in the mud too.
Fishman Island. Neptune opens his eyes. His chest heaves. His eyes redden. The mermaids are stunned. Someone covers their face. A soft sob rises.
It's not fear.
It's an outpouring.
The boots on their heads were cut off.
New World Seas.
Kidd stood up. His iron arms cracked. His joints trembled. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the screen. His teeth clenched. A burning, fervent jealousy raged in his chest.
"Damn it. Damn it."
He smashed the ship's railing with a single punch.
His eyes burned with undiminished intensity.
Driven mad by jealousy.
Shocking and insane.
Luo stood on the submarine again. His fingers tightened around the knife hilt. The veins on the back of his hand bulged. He pursed his lips and exhaled.
"This is not murder."
"This is slapping the face of the world government to the ground. It's like chopping the whole world to pieces."
The voice was low.
Those in the cabin heard it.
This is a fact.
In the center of the pit.
The scene was thick with blood.
Roger sheathed his sword.
Ace's blade dripped blood. It struck the rubble. The blood was blinding. Roger swung his sword. A line of blood arced through the air.
Look at the convulsing Saint Satan at my feet. I grin.
"How is it?"
"God must be a hard-pressed thing to do."
Satan did not answer.
It can only twitch.
Struggling like a rotting worm.
A cold laugh rang out.
"Hehehehe"
The laughter was low.
My scalp is tingling.
Rocks.
Moved.
Black ink rises majestically. The viscous malice of the deep sea reignites. Old grudges are rekindled. Black vapors soar into the sky, merging with dust. The light at the bottom of the pit is somber.
There was no warmth in his eyes.
Violent.
Crazy.
The old grudges of the Valley of the Gods.
He was closest to the throne back then.
The Celestial Dragons pushed him into the abyss.
Nowadays.
The knife has finally arrived.
"I've been waiting for this day for far too long."
Rocks grinned. His teeth were a sharp white.
Take a big step forward.
The bottom of the pit collapsed.
A surge of black, domineering energy. Dark flames blaze. The blade in his hand hums. Killing intent twists and turns the air.
The white-bearded man squinted.
The dragon remained silent.
Shanks's gaze was sharp.
Everyone knows this.
Roger's knife is history.
Rocks's slash was an act of revenge.
Camera locked.
The world held its breath.
Satan Saint sensed something. His Rinnegan trembled. Fear weakened him. He knew no one would save him. No Im. No miracle.
Only slow slicing remained.
Rocks approached. He looked down at him. At the trash.
"The Account of God Valley"
"Collect some interest first."
The ground shook. Debris flew everywhere.
A single arm trembled. The black blade swung down.
Without pause.
Show no mercy.
Even more ruthless than Roger. Black, domineering energy twisted into an arc of light, tearing everything apart. The sword energy slashed into the mangled body first.
Flesh and bones were torn apart.
harsh.
A person suffering from ailments.
My scalp is tingling.
Blood splattered violently.
Rocks' blade ripped through the mangled body. Sword energy surged into the wound, crushing bones and internal organs, cleaving the demon's form in two.
Half of his body exploded.
Blood and flesh splattered from the black armor. A mountain of rotting flesh was cleaved open. The stench of blood filled the air, assaulting the nostrils of the audience.
"Uh..."
A short, agonizing scream escaped his throat.
It doesn't sound like a human voice.
The mournful cry of a dying monster before it is crushed.
The sound stopped.
All that's left is convulsions.
Half of his body was torn apart, like rotting flesh in a slaughterhouse. He lay limp at the bottom of the pit, his internal organs mixed with black blood flowing out, staining the scarlet ground.