RNP Chapter 537: Feeling of powerlessness.
Chapter 537: Feeling of powerlessness.
"Is this right here?"
Not long after Stinx and the others left, Tren and Scar arrived at the ruins.
The air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder, flames were still burning sporadically, and the ruins around silently told the story of the fierce battle that had just taken place.
Tren frowned, his eyes swept across the devastated battlefield, finally stopping at the ruins engulfed by flames in the distance.
His voice was low and cold: "Jabba is dead."
"What?!" Scar's pupils suddenly contracted, and his voice trembled with disbelief.
"How is this possible?! Jabba is one of the Pirate King's right-hand men!
Even if he can't win, he can still escape unscathed!"
"Didn't Rayleigh fail to escape from my sword that year?"
Teren replied calmly, without a trace of emotion in his tone, but Scar was stunned on the spot for a moment, as if a basin of cold water had been poured over him.
"The captain is right." Thor raised his chin with a hint of disdain in his tone.
"Although I don't know how strong that guy named Jabba is, but if he is about the same as the old guy in the war at the top...
There is no way he can win against those two guys working together."
Scar's throat moved, wanting to refute, but found himself speechless.
If it was Teren, he might still have doubts, but Thor's words made it impossible for him to doubt it - he had witnessed the strength of this maid with his own eyes.
The terrifying power that seemed to not belong to this world forced him to believe the facts before him.
However, Scar still held a glimmer of hope in his heart.
He gritted his teeth, took heavy steps, and walked towards the depths of the ruins.
Every step felt like walking on the edge of a knife, and my heartbeat became more rapid as the footsteps got closer.
When he finally reached the corner of the ruins and saw the figure nailed to the wall with his eyes closed, Scar's breathing stopped instantly.
Jabba's body lay quietly against the broken wall, his blood already coagulated, staining his clothes and the surrounding stone walls red.
Those eyes that were once full of fighting spirit were now closed forever.
"Jabba...Jabba!" Scar's voice trembled, and he staggered forward a few steps. His huge body finally half-knelt in front of Jabba's body.
He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, but he didn't feel any pain.
Teren's words kept echoing in his mind. The man who was once so powerful actually fell down - fell on the way to protect the giants.
Scar's sadness surged into his heart like a tide, but he did not cry. He just lowered his head and his shoulders trembled slightly.
His heart was filled with anger and powerlessness, as if the whole world was collapsing at this moment.
However, Tren was indifferent to Scar's sadness.
His eyes were calm and sharp as he carefully observed the traces of battle around him.
The embers of the fire, the broken ground, the lingering domineering fluctuations in the air... everything was quickly analyzed in his eyes.
"Loki and Stinks left together, but the scale of this battle... didn't seem like it was caused by Jabba alone against three."
Teren muttered to himself, his eyes finally landing on the broken altar in the distance.
The seal of the altar had long been broken, and the weapons of the Giant God Soldier inside were nowhere to be seen.
"Hehe, it seems that guy Stinx... was tricked by Loki." Tren curled his lips into a sneer, and a hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes.
"Captain, do we still need to go look for that guy now?" Thor asked, tilting his head and staring at Tren.
"Looking for him?" Teren couldn't help but smile, "I don't have that much free time, besides!
Why should we waste time? Loki's goal must be Elbaf
As for the Knights of God...if I'm not mistaken, their purpose should be similar."
"I understand! The captain wants them to fight each other first!" Thor showed a wise smile.
And Teren pinched her face and said, "Your vocabulary has grown a bit lately."
"Albedo taught me~" Toer, whose face was pinched, muttered.
"You're a quick learner!" Teren let go of his hand and looked into the distance.
"But I don't know what the others are doing now..."
"What else can they do? The leader is not here, so they should all be having fun!"
"Each of us playing our own games?"
"Yes."
……
It was also a one-on-three situation on the other side, but the result was completely different.
At the place where the Black Pearl was docked, the originally calm sea surface had now been engulfed by war.
The waves surged under the impact of the explosion, as if even the sea was trembling because of this battle.
Suddenly, a deafening explosion broke through the sky, and the figure of the Holy Lord fell from the sky like a meteorite and smashed heavily on the ground.
In his hands, Lafayette's head was tightly grasped. The latter's face was pale and blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth, but he didn't even have the strength to struggle.
"Hahaha! This is so funny!" The Holy Lord's laughter was like thunder, echoing in everyone's ears.
There was a crazy gleam in his eyes, as if he was enjoying this one-sided crushing.
"No wonder those Gray Wolf guys are so excited every time...
It turns out that the continuous attacks of ants can make people so happy!"
Before he finished speaking, he threw Lafayette's body away like a rag, and it fell heavily into the ruins in the distance, stirring up a cloud of dust.
When the members of the Blackbeard Pirates saw this, their faces changed suddenly, but no one dared to step forward to rescue.
The Straw Hat Pirates, the Blackbeard Pirates, and the Cross Guild - three Four Emperors-level pirate groups, now seem so powerless in front of this god-like enemy.
Their attacks fell on the Holy Lord like raindrops, but could not leave even a trace of injury.
The Holy Lord's body seemed to be made of the hardest metal, and no attack could shake it in the slightest.
"Captain, this is something we can't deal with at all!" Xiliu gasped, and the knife in his hand trembled slightly.
His forehead was covered with cold sweat, and fear appeared in his eyes for the first time.
However, as soon as he finished his words, two blazing lasers shot out from the Holy Lord's eyes and headed straight for him.
Xiliu's pupils shrank and he dodged quickly. The laser brushed past his shoulder, and the scorching temperature almost singed his skin.
He gritted his teeth and had to refocus his attention on the enemy in front of him, without even a chance to breathe.
"Everyone keep your distance!" Aokiji's voice came from a distance, with a rare hint of anxiety.
He suddenly opened his hands, and the cold air condensed instantly. The moisture in the air condensed into ice and rolled towards the Holy Chairman.
"Ice Age!"
The huge layer of ice rushed towards the Holy Lord like a wave, trying to freeze him.
However, the Holy Lord just sneered and did not stop at all.
A layer of faint golden light appeared on the surface of his body, and the ice layer turned into powder the moment it touched him, without causing even a trace of obstruction.