Chapter 376
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"Full Body Explosion!"
Gana's body inflated like a balloon to its limit. His horrifying, blinding light illuminated the entire space in an instant, followed by a muffled explosion.
The crimson flames raged, and the terrifying airwaves rolled in the cramped space. The high-pressure steam melted the sand on the ground into a charred liquid. The surrounding mirrors made a sound like steel shaking and trembling. The smooth and smooth mirrors formed a whirlpool that rotated counterclockwise. The black water pressure that sputtered from the explosion hit the surface and stirred up ripples. Wisps of white smoke rose from the whirlpool as hot steam rose from the whirlpool.
Gladius retracted his body and returned to his original state. He panted as he stared at the mirror seals around him. The seventh apostle Gana stood behind the vortex. When the explosive waves of fire entered the vortex, they seemed to be distorted and elongated in the mirror. The distance between them seemed to be short, but it was as if they were as far away as the horizon. The distance between the two figures in the mirror was only the thickness of a finger.
A finger's thickness was about the actual thickness of a mirror. But in the mirror, the distance seemed to be stretched into an insurmountable chasm.
"My attack is completely ineffective?" Gladius stared at the unharmed Gana in the mirror in despair. He was in the center of the heatwave, but he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. His hands and feet were cold and sweaty.
"The seventh apostle, Gana?" Gladius' lips were dry as he muttered to himself. He stared at his open palm in the mirror. A blurry shadow expanded rapidly, and the dazzling explosion waves bounced back from the mirror. Terrifying flames and heat swept in from all directions.
In the crimson explosion, Gladius's body disintegrated into charcoal inch by inch. His body turned into flying ash. The last question left in his mind did not have the chance to ask, "Since there is a seventh apostle, are there other apostles?"
The charcoal exploded into ashes and fell to the desert. The mirrors overlapped in the air and Gana stepped out of the mirror. The mirror on his back shrunk to the size of a palm and he placed it flat in his palm. He glanced at the ashes on the ground casually, then raised the mirror to comb his hair before leaving the scene. The mirror in his hand shrank into a glass bead and he stuffed it into his shirt pocket. As he walked, the bead jingled.
…
The dazzling sunlight shone on his short blond hair, and his pink feather cape was blown by the wind, revealing an unbuttoned white shirt. Doflamingo lowered his head and looked at his reflection in the sea. The perfect cropped pants and red pointed leather shoes paired with the crimson sunglasses on his face gave him a unique and dangerous temperament. However, the blood-red tattoo on his chest ruined the overall beauty, making him look out of place.
It was an unfinished tattoo. It was a woman's face, but it was neatly cut in the middle. Only half a nose, a mouth, and a resentful eyeball were left. The red lines seemed to be drawn with human blood, giving people a creepy feeling.
Doflamingo tried to get rid of the tattoo. He tried many methods, but none of them worked. Even if he cut off the entire tattoo along with his skin and flesh, the new skin and flesh would grow back together with the tattoo. It was as if the human face had completely become a part of his body and could not be cut off.
Behind where he was standing was a huge factory. There were workers everywhere in the factory, as well as some "people" who didn't look like humans. They were like toy dolls working tirelessly.
"Young master, I've brought him."
Doflamingo turned around. His nearly 3 meters tall body was shrouded in light and shadow. He looked at the middle-aged man with an ambiguous smile on his face and said, "I heard that your tattoo skills are pretty good. Then, can you take a look at how you can remove the tattoo on my chest?"
The bloody and strange half-human face scared the tattoo artist so much that his face turned pale. He trembled as he took out some tools from his toolbox. Doflamingo put his hands in his trouser pockets and let the tattoo artist fiddle with his body while trembling. After a while, the tattoo artist wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead and said, "It's a very strange dye. The color is like coagulated blood. I can't remove it."
"You can't remove it?"
The air seemed to have frozen. Doflamingo licked his lips and suddenly grinned, "Since you can't remove it, then complete this incomplete tattoo for me!"
"Okay, okay!" The tattooist, who almost thought that he was going to be killed, nodded and poured out various dyes from the toolbox and began to mix the colors.
Doflamingo looked at the dyes that the tattooist was mixing. Suddenly, his pinky moved. Not far away, a worker carrying a steel bar suddenly walked over uncontrollably. He screamed in horror and stopped beside the tattooist. He grabbed one end of the steel bar with both hands and raised the other end to his throat.
"No, no …"
The crying stopped abruptly. The steel bar pierced his throat and fresh blood dripped down the steel bar. Doflamingo's pinky moved and the pot of mixed dyes fell into his hands. He casually poured the dyes in the pot into the seawater and then held the pot horizontally to catch the dripping blood.
Drip, drip …
The tattooist's Adam's apple moved. He raised his head and looked at the shadow that covered the sun. The worker's corpse was quietly standing at the side. Doflamingo had a pleasant smile on his face. He thoughtfully handed the pot of dyes over and said, "This color is right!"
"Gulp!"
The tattooist took the pot of dyes with trembling hands. His nose was filled with the pungent smell of blood. He resisted the urge to vomit and quickly poured some ingredients into the pot of dyes.
Trebol waved his hand, and several workers lowered their heads to set up a sunshade and a deck chair. Doflamingo laid on top of the deck chair, and his eyes faintly gazed at the surface of the sea. He saw a shuttle-shaped ship drawing a white line on the surface of the sea, and was sailing towards him at an extremely fast speed.
"Gulp … Gulp …"
Doflamingo picked up the Den Den Mushi and heard Crocodile's voice, "Doflamingo, do you think the dead can be resurrected?"
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