The cloud-colored skulls slowly dispersed, and the Sky Knight rushed out of the thin clouds. What he saw was the scene in front of him. Enel was entangled by countless flowing black tree dregs and dust. William floated on the opposite side, his fingers pressed against the bullet inch by inch and inserted into Enel's chest. There was a cold and vicious smile on his face.
On the ground under his feet, a slender and sharp blade pierced through the charred body of the swordsman, making it look like a sword stake that was nailed to the ground obliquely.
The body was charred black!
The sword was white, and there were black lines oozing out of the white body!
The two sides seemed to echo each other, and it was unspeakably strange. In the dead silence, there seemed to be a sudden twitch!
Was the sword trembling in the wind, or was the body moving by itself … a zombie?
Not far from the corpse stood a strange man wearing a bat-shaped hat. When the Sky Knight appeared, he raised his pitch-black goggles and looked at him. His arm was like a gun, with purple electric arcs faintly discernible on it, and he aimed it straight at the Sky Knight.
"Enel was defeated?"
The Sky Knight couldn't believe his eyes. He blinked his eyes, and a chill climbed up his spine along his tailbone. The god who ruled the Sky Island was defeated, and the thunderclouds above his head dispersed. However, what replaced it was not freedom and surprise, but a black skull that was even more desperate.
On the ground, there was blood and corpses everywhere, as well as monsters and pirates standing on the corpses. The giant trees that towered into the sky were also bruised, and there were charred gullies everywhere. It was crumbling as if it would tilt and collapse at any time.
"I must save Enel!"
The Sky Knight's mind burst into an idea, "Even if Enel is brutal, it is better than the Sky Island being drowned by these monsters!"
The Pegasus spread its wings and swooped towards William's position, like a charging knight, clenching the spear in his hand and stabbing straight at William.
"This Sky Island is mine!" William stared at Enel, who had lost his strength, and his tone was deep and sinister, "Only a naturally floating cloud island is worthy of the title of Flying Admiral Black Skull, don't you think?"
Chi!
William tilted his body and glanced at the long spear that had been skewed. The black snake behind him let out a hissing sound as it coiled around the long spear. As it contracted and exerted force, the long spear immediately broke. The black snake extended along the spear and effortlessly coiled around the Sky Knight. Like a black mummy, it pulled him over.
"On the whole Sky Island, except for the tyrannical Thunder God, the others are as weak as ants." William did not even look at the Sky Knight. He waved his hand as if he was swatting a fly. The Sky Knight flew in a parabola in the air and landed heavily on the ground.
Bang!
He fell to the ground. His neck was tightly bound. Beside him was the wailing Pegasus. Its wings were pierced by a purple beam of light. Fresh blood splattered on the ground.
Fan Oka walked over and stepped on the pegasus. His eyes behind the black goggles revealed a look of interest. He said faintly, "This is the arrangement of fate!"
The Sky Knight broke free from the black snake's restraint. His hard armor was full of cracks from the squeezing and twisting. When he got up from the ground, he saw a long gun pointed at his head. Van Oka's cold voice entered his ears.
"Thank you for delivering it to me. In return, I will allow you to die painlessly!"
Bang!
A purple electric beam shot through his forehead. Burnt juice flowed out of a finger-sized hole. It was the blood and brain matter that had been electrocuted. The Sky Knight's neck tilted and his body softly fell to the ground.
Almost at the same time as he fell and breathed his last, Koshiro's corpse twitched again. The black and burnt arm suddenly raised and grasped the hilt of the sword that had pierced through his chest.
The moment the sword hilt was grasped, the deep darkness on the white blade pulsed strangely. A black electric snake drilled from the blade into the heart of the chest.
Thunder and lightning symbolized the annihilation of all death and destruction. Similarly, it was the origin of all life. It gave birth to vitality in terror.
Zap!
The electric arc flashed and the burnt skin on Koshiro's body fell off. It was like a snake shedding its old skin. Countless mottled cracks appeared on his wrinkled and cracked body. Then it shattered with a "kacha" sound, and a brand new white body walked out from it.
His body had shrunk. His skin was smooth and white without any scars. He was like a newborn baby. His body was not like steel that had been transformed. Instead, it was like he had returned to his original form. He looked feminine and weak, more like a scholar without the strength to truss a chicken.
It was as if time had flowed backward. Koshiro had returned to his appearance when he was in the dojo. Only his eyes were more and more cold and ruthless. His white pupils were black vertical lines, like a blade that could cut through everything.
The contrast between black and white was similar to the sword he pulled out from his chest.
The sword was originally illusory, but after being tempered by thunder and lightning, the sword intent turned from illusory to solid, becoming a real blade. Koshiro held the blade upside down, his fingertips strangely becoming a dark rusty color. Some rust bugs flowed along his fingernails, quickly weaving into a scabbard that isolated the air, wrapping around the 'Wado Ichimonji' within.
Some of the scattered memory fragments in his mind seemed to have been reawakened, appearing in Koshiro's mind. Some people and matters of the past flowed past his eyes like a slide show.
However, Koshiro's eyes didn't have the slightest trace of emotion. There was no shock, no joy, and even less fear. There was only a bone-chilling indifference and callousness, as if what he saw wasn't this body's past memories, but rather another person's life.
The sword could cut through everything!
"I am the tenth apostle, Koshiro!" A cluster of pitch-black sword runes appeared between his eyebrows as he muttered to himself.
"I seem to have seen Roronoa Sauron just now!" Koshiro's voice was strange. On his soft and callous face, his clear black and white eyes flickered with biting cold radiance.
Van Oka looked at Koshiro expressionlessly. They were both apostles, members of the army, so there was a mysterious connection between them. He wasn't shocked that Koshiro came back from the dead, or perhaps it could be said that they were extremely clear on whether or not their companion really died.
William looked at Koshiro who crawled up from the ground with a bit of shock. He really thought that Koshiro was already dead. At the same time, the strength and strangeness of an apostle was also deeply imprinted in his mind.
Enel who was on his last breath didn't even have the strength to be shocked. His eyes moved past Koshiro, and then he looked at Williamson and said, "Are you going to kill me?"
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