RNP Chapter 67 Touching on Devil Fruits, the Enigmatic Smoke Screen
Chapter 67 Touching on Devil Fruits, the Enigmatic Smoke Screen
Mr. 1, who is known as a tough guy, suddenly let out a painful groan!
He felt that the power of the Quick Cut Fruit within him was like a powder keg that had been ignited, boiling wildly and undergoing a qualitative change!
The blades on his body were no longer the cold, steely color, but were covered with obsidian patterns that flowed with a dark red light like lava!
A violent, bloodthirsty warrior aura, as if it could cut down everything, erupted from his body!
His eyes became sharper, but also held a hint of fanaticism driven by power.
"Feel the heat of the obsidian blade," Smoky Mirror whispered.
Next up is the new Miss Doublefinger (the successor to the Thorn Fruit).
When Smokers' fingers touched her, the spikes on her body instantly grew wildly, their tips turning into lava spikes burning with dark red flames!
She trembled with a mixture of pain and excitement, feeling as if she had become a moving fortress of lava thorns, filled with destructive piercing power.
Now it's Mr. 3, Gal Dino's turn. The power of the Candle-Candle Fruit has been forcibly twisted and sublimated!
The candles he made were no longer waxy yellow, but dark red like solidified lava, and they emitted high temperatures!
The Candle Colossus became even more ferocious, like a lava golem from the depths of the earth, and Gal Dino's original cunning was replaced by a fanatical obsession with battle.
The most dramatic is Mr. 2 von Clay.
When the Imitation Fruit's power was touched by Smoke Mirror, an inextinguishable dark red flame ignited on the edge of his swan ballet skirt!
When he uses his ability to imitate others, not only will they resemble him in appearance, but if the imitator is harmed, the original he is imitating will also suffer corresponding damage! That's fair!
Looking at Xiao Feng again, his original "path of human and demon" has been infused with a more fanatical and destructive will to fight!
Every Devil Fruit user touched by the God of Smoke Mirrors experienced a qualitative leap and a bizarre shift in their Devil Fruit abilities.
While its power was amplified, it was also forcibly endowed with more fanatical, belligerent, and "sacrifice" traits.
It was obvious that their demeanor had changed significantly, as if they had been branded as "warriors who serve the smoke mirror".
The untouched members and other cadres watched their comrades undergo a painful yet powerful transformation, their faces filled with fear and longing.
Crocodile looked at his core members, whose morale was soaring, and felt the burning fighting spirit emanating from them that was the same as that of Smoke Mirror. A satisfied grin appeared on his face.
Power! This was the power he craved!
His spirit possesses such incredible power! It's enough to overturn the entire ocean, to overturn the entire world!
With the blessing of the God of Smoke Mirrors, his Baroque Works will sweep across the world!
To be honest, it seems like the Holy Grail or Hades aren't that useful anymore.
"Go!" Crocodile's voice was as cold as ice.
"Let those intruders... feel the power of Baroque Works!"
The enhanced Baroque Works members, their eyes burning with fanaticism and fighting spirit, vanished swiftly into the eerie rainforest created by the God of Smoke and Mirrors, like awakened war machines.
The hunt begins!
Robin watched all this silently from the shadows above, his heart filled with turmoil.
Granting... a twisted... ascending Devil Fruit? Such power is unheard of!
This has touched upon the very essence of Devil Fruit abilities! This God of Smoke Mirrors... just who is he?
Every power he displayed pointed to the primordial deities in lost myths who held the power of creation and change!
Her historian's soul was screaming: We must find out!
This could be the key to unlocking the mysteries of the world!
"Curious? The child of the devil?"
"Beneath the dust of history, what is buried is not ruins, but wounds deliberately forgotten..."
A deep voice, like smoke, entered Robin's ears without warning!
She was startled and looked up abruptly, only to find that Tescatlipoca, who had been in the shadows on the platform, had turned around at some point.
Those orange sunglasses were precisely "looking" in the direction where she was hiding!
Despite the vast distance and numerous obstacles, he seemed to understand every thought churning in her heart.
The God of Smoke Mirrors wore a meaningful smile, and his voice continued to resonate directly in Robin's mind.
It carries a sense of vicissitude that seems to have seen through time.
"Historians obsessed with broken pottery shards... have you ever considered why the ocean occupies eight or nine tenths of the world? Why does the red continent stand alone like a spine?"
He paused slightly, as if admiring Robin's instantly pale face and violently contracted pupils.
"That was not a creation of nature... but the remains of a devastating flood, the tombstone of the fallen old world."
"The Will of D? Ancient Weapons? The Void Century? Ha..." A disdainful sneer.
"They are nothing more than ants on a sunken ship, futilely chasing after the lights that shone before the ship sank through the cracks in the wreckage."
"The true truth has long been washed away by that great flood that submerged everything... even God has changed his face."
Every word struck Robin's heart like a hammer blow!
A great flood? A sunken old world? The truth washed clean?
This disruptive information resonated eerily with the fragments of clues she had spent her life searching for.
She felt as if the solid ground beneath her feet had turned into a fragile layer of ice, ready to collapse at any moment and drag her into the deliberately forgotten, dark, and cold abyss of history.
Tescatlipoca seemed pleased with Robin's reaction; he turned away gracefully, no longer looking at her.
It was as if he had just casually said something insignificant.
But for Robin, those few casual words had already stirred up a world-shaking storm in her heart.
She leaned against the cold wall, feeling chilled to the bone, and for the first time, she felt a deep-seated fear of the "historical truth" she was pursuing.
What followed was an even more fervent, almost obsessive thirst for knowledge.
In the Drum Kingdom, the Red Team, who stayed behind to help the civilians, were unaware that the enemy they faced was no longer the original Baroque Works.
Instead, they are a group of twisted and enhanced, more dangerous and deadly "fighters".
Blackbeard watched coldly from the sidelines, plotting his own plans. The resentful flames burning behind him seemed to grow even colder.
Meanwhile, in the waters near the Drum Kingdom, the dog-headed warship...
The warship struggled to break through the damp algae rising directly from the seabed; this place no longer resembled the ocean, but rather a small river in the middle of the Amazon rainforest.
Garp sat at the bow eating senbei, Kuzan leaned against the mast and dozed off, Smoker puffed on a cigar impatiently, and Tashigi watched him with concern.
"Something's not right..." Smoker stubbed out his cigarette.
"A bizarre sea area, the Den Den Mushi signal is completely cut off. The ocean currents and wind direction have also become abnormally turbulent. It's almost like sailing inside the stomach of some kind of creature."
The closer he got to Alabasta, the stronger the inexplicable restlessness and unease in his heart became.
The three bone-like Command Seals on the back of his hand began to feel faintly hot.
"Ah~ It seems our little crocodile friend has caused quite a stir." Kuzan lazily opened his eyes.
"Changing the climate over such a large area must be an incredibly troublesome heroic spirit."
Garp chewed on a senbei, but his eyes were unusually serious.
"That brat Luffy... I really hope nothing happens to him."
He glanced at the agitated Smoker. "Hey, White Hunter, that thing in your hand is about to catch fire."
Smoker looked down at the back of his hand and saw that the three Command Seals were emitting an increasingly intense red light!
A throbbing sensation from the depths of his soul, accompanied by a sharp, burning pain, assaulted his will!
It was as if a voice was shouting from the depths of his soul, urging him to complete the ritual!
"Ugh...!" Smoker groaned, veins bulging on his forehead, sweat instantly soaking his cheeks.
The closer you get to Alabasta, the more intense the burning sensation from the Command Seals becomes.
"No... I can't control myself..." He suddenly looked up, a resolute glint in his eyes, and roared at Kuzan and Garp.
"Admiral Kuzan! Vice Admiral Garp! I'm summoning them here!"
Under Kuzan's slightly surprised and Garp's knowing gaze, Smoker staggered to the open space on the stern deck.
He used all his strength to suppress the burning pain of the Command Seal and the throbbing in his soul, and shouted at the sea that had been completely transformed into a rainforest.
"In the name of the Command Spell!"
Om-! ! !
A blinding red light burst forth from the back of his hand like an explosion, instantly engulfing his figure!
Kuzan straightened up, his lazy expression vanishing, his eyes sharpening: "Oh? So it's finally here? Smoker's..."
Garp put down the senbei bag and clenched his fist: "You brat, summon someone more reliable!"
The summoning light flashed intensely on the sea, and Smoker's figure appeared and disappeared within it.
Can we summon heroic spirits powerful enough to fight against the chaos of gods and demons in Alabasta?
Or perhaps a heroic spirit capable of handling this anomaly?