The spacious space, about 100 square meters in size, was concave with sandstone walls. It was divided into neat rooms for Dr. Culeja's daily life and various trivial experimental supplies. Above his head hung a condensed dark tentacle, which looked like a stolen cable, connected to a net-shaped lampshade.
Cold and bright.
The broodmother had the ability to self-transform and evolve into a fortress, but at this stage, it was more in the hidden stage of dormancy, acting as a secret base. Originally, she had planned to transform the Marine branch above her head, but because of a series of unforeseen events, she was temporarily put on hold with the arrival of Smoker. Now, she only had a superficial disguise and camouflage.
"This is my room. The room inside has some data from my experiments. Choba, you'll be staying in that room from now on. You can look through all the data and prepare yourself mentally." Dr. Culeja stared at Choba solemnly and sighed. "Some of the experiments in this base are extremely bloody and cruel. You can slowly get used to it. In short, you'll continue to be my experiment assistant. You'll be responsible for observing and recording the experiments. I'll take care of the actual work."
This was the only thing Dr. Culeja could do to help Choba.
"This place gives me a weird feeling. I feel uncomfortable all over. Can't we leave?" Choba already had the answer in his mind, but he couldn't help but ask.
"You shouldn't have come!" Dr. Culeja found a brand new white coat and cut it into a pocket size before putting it on Choba. "In this base, you and I are Yarlin's hostages. We can't even choose our own lives, let alone leave this place."
Dr. Culeja wasn't afraid of death. However, in this dark pyramid, even the meaning of "death" was strangely distorted.
"Yarlin?" Choba was shocked and swallowed his saliva. He was annoyed. "That Marine is Ya Erlin, the monster under the ice lake, and the Marine that Luffy and the others are talking about are all one person. I should have thought of it earlier!"
"Dr. Culeja, did Luffy and the others really get out?" Choba was worried.
Dr. Culeja stared into Choba's eyes and squeezed out a firm smile. "Don't worry, Choba. I saw them leave the underground with my own eyes!"
…
He was going to kill Ace and the straw hat guy!
"Let's go!"
Ace coldly looked at the blood-colored thorns that covered the sky. He tilted his head and shouted coldly. At the same time, he opened his arms towards the sky. The surrounding fire pillars closed with a rumble, and the light rays suddenly condensed above his head. It was as if he was holding up a scorching sun with both hands. In an instant, he crashed into the huge bloody hand.
The crackling sound of dehydration and burning could be heard. Black ashes lingered in the air. In the contrast between the light and the black ashes, a few frightened figures rushed out. Usopp carried Luffy on his back and ran for his life. Nami carried the backpack and supported Zoro and followed closely behind. They had no time to be pretentious and took the time to save Sanji's body.
The corpse lay alone on the ground. The dead fish eyes under the golden curly eyebrows coldly reflected the chaos in the surroundings. The sea of fire, the bloody hands, the black ash, and the shadows were mixed with the panic of fleeing far away and the sinister laughter close at hand. It was really lively!
The dazzling flames expanded, illuminating the dusky sky. The red flames extended over the flowing desert, transmitting into the distant horizon.
Like a red flower suddenly blooming, red lotuses bloomed one after another. Hot air entered the mouth and nose, burning the airway. White smoke rose around the bloody figure. Then, he spun around his feet, rippling a circle of dense blood spots. The blood spots eroded into the ground, and the sand layer was immediately polluted into a bloody swamp.
Ace's eyes turned cold. The blood swamp under his feet wrapped around his ankles and pulled him down as if he was weightless. He sneered and smashed the blood swamp. Boiling hot flames surged into the blood swamp and evaporated the entire blood swamp. He then punched heavily at the bloody man that was biting him.
The flames attached to his arm like a ferocious fire dragon and immediately smashed through the bloody figure's open mouth. The bloody figure's body was boiling, and there were whirlpools in its eyes, but it was not a living monster at all. The pierced head exploded with a bang, and countless blood arrows shot towards Ace. At the same time, two boiling arms twisted into snakes and wrapped around Ace's shoulders.
A bloody figure silently floated out from the evaporated blood swamp. It was Dalaran who had strangely appeared behind Ace. The ten fingers on his hands turned into a red and black needle and stabbed down at Ace's back!
"Mirror Fire!"
Ace seemed to have been prepared. Without turning his head, intense flames burst out from his arms and blew up the coiling blood snakes. At the same time, he waved one in front and one behind. The flames on his arms were like a fan that spread out. The 10-meter long and wide curvature was like a heavy red wall that blocked the blood arrows that shot out.
Ace turned around, and when he saw Dalaran's sinister face, he grabbed the strange needle with one hand. At the same time, his palm rubbed it in a clockwise direction, crushing the needle. His other hand drew a circle in the air, and then speckle-like lights appeared on his palm, scattering towards Dalaran's body like countless dancing fireflies.
The beautiful fireflies quietly fluttered down, and the mottled light illuminated Dalaran's flushed face. He stared fixedly at Ace, as if he didn't care about the incoming killing intent at all. There was no fear or retreat in the apostles' dictionary. In their vocabulary, killing the enemy was always prioritized over preserving their lives. This was an instinct the broodmother had implanted into their bodies.
"Did you know that the fragrance of fresh blood will not be swallowed by flames?!"
The needle that had been snapped by Ace lit up with an iron-brown cold light. The reddish black needle strangely exploded into congealed fragments as if it had been dyed. Those were layers of wriggling rust wrapping around the rotting blood clots.
Ace's palm felt pain, and then fine wounds appeared on the back of his hand. Dalaran's sinister and callous voice sounded from beside his ears, "Death Sending Blood Taotie!"
Ace's expression immediately changed, and then his body immediately scattered into scattered flames. His figure floated about in the air, and then it reformed. At the same time, his left hand suddenly clenched tightly, as if in response to Dalaran's words, he said through gritted teeth, "Firefly · Fire Dharma!"
Peng …
Amidst the continuous sounds of explosions, Dalaran's body lit up with flames. Blood and flesh flew everywhere within the flames, and large amounts of flesh were torn off by the explosion!
Sinister laughter sounded from within the flames …
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