Crack!
Distortions fiercely rippled out. Under an ear-piercing collision sound, the human figure suddenly revealed his appearance. Spartia's entire body was covered in twisting stripes and ripples. Abstract, magnificent, distorted, strange … his entire body was like a strange abstract painting, but also like a tree trunk wrapped in hemp ropes. His twisting limbs brought with them circles of ripples.
His chin was cracked and dislocated, the muscles on his entire face twitching and twitching. With a casual flick of his chin, his cheeks returned to their original position. He stared fixedly at Laffitte who was approaching.
"Give me the blueprint!"
A strange bewitching voice passed through the air, entering Spartia's ears. There were light and slow footsteps approaching from an alley to the side. The one in the lead wore a pure black mask.
Rustle rustle rustle …
Wisps of black gravel drifted over with the wind. They were like tentacles that reached out from the darkness. The pitch-black magnetic sand borrowed the darkness of the night to grab at Spartia like a heaven overflowing giant hand.
The surrounding magnetic sand covered heaven and earth, blocking one's line of sight. One could only vaguely make out five figures that walked out from the darkness, but it was difficult to make out their appearances and silhouettes.
Terrifying, raspy, deep, gloomy, strange … the auras interweaved together. The surrounding walls and ground that were shattered revealed corroded rocks and steel bars. They rustled and mixed into magnetic sand particles, frantically pouring into the black hand that enveloped over.
"Apostle!"
Beside his ears was a bewitching voice that sounded like he was in a dream. His line of sight was blocked by darkness, and there were obstructions to his left and right. Spartia's pupils spun intensely, a formless twisting force cutting off Laffitte's hypnosis.
He fiercely shook his head, and then the blueprint in his palm suddenly shot out in all directions.
In the next moment, the crackling staff turned into sword shadows that filled the sky, piercing toward the giant hand that was pressing down. In the crackling sound, the papers that were fluttering in the air were split into two. Spartia, who was standing in the middle, was crushed by the shockwave of the collision. His trembling body exploded into pieces of his cape, and his figure mysteriously disappeared.
Laffitte grabbed the torn half of the blueprint with a gloomy face. The wings on his back stretched out and pulled him up into the air. The magnetic sand on the ground also turned into a hand that lifted up five strange figures. The man in the black mask held half of the blueprint in his hand, and he turned around and handed it to a man with a vertical cross between his eyebrows.
Bang!
A deafening explosion suddenly came from behind. Galley-la Company's building was pierced through, and a crack appeared on the roof as it fell to the ground.
In the ear-piercing sound, Dock No.1 was smashed into pieces. Countless pieces of rubble splashed in all directions, and the ground was smashed into many holes of different depths.
A loud roar of pain echoed in the dark night. A burly figure stood up from the ruins and held up a collapsed black hole in his hand. Terrifying black gas spread out from his body, and the surrounding building debris and corpses were engulfed in it.
"Is this the fruit ability you obtained by killing the captain? Marshall D Teach, are you ready to pay with your life?"
A fancy-looking swordsman stepped on the ruins, leaving a series of afterimages. The terrifying sword light seemed to split the night sky, and the two-handed sword stabbed towards Marshall D Teach from all directions.
Poison Q's face was not as calm as usual. His body was covered in dust, and he was awkwardly dodging the cannon fire of a watermelon-skinned man.
In the corner, the straw hats crawled out from the ruins and stared at the fierce battle in fear. They were like a group of sneaky mice, and they quietly carried the unconscious Franky out of the battlefield.
Of course, they were so inconspicuous that no one paid any attention to them.
"It seems that your captain is in trouble!" Lafayette saw the man with the cross tattoo on his forehead behind the masked man. He was surprised and said, "Interesting, if it's an old friend, then … give me the blueprint, and I promise I won't interfere with your feud!"
"Old friend?!" Lafayette's pupils shrank. He hadn't joined Alabasta yet, so he didn't know about the "conspiracy" between Blackbeard and Yarlin.
"Go ask your captain. Now, give me the blueprint!" Yarlin had a smile on his face, and he didn't feel the slightest shame for his "partner" taking advantage of the situation. However, the cryptic and mysterious look in his eyes made Lafayette feel a chill down his spine.
Lafayette clenched his teeth and gave up on the dangerous idea of hypnotizing him. He unwillingly threw half of the blueprint over, but it was caught by a cloud of mist. The white masked man raised his hand and passed the blueprint to Yarlin.
After putting the two parts of the blueprint together and verifying that it was complete, Yarlin looked at Lafayette with a smile. "You can go now!"
Lafayette glanced at Yarlin with deep meaning, turned around, and rushed into the battlefield. However, he was stopped by a fishman with a shark's head.
Far away.
The straw hats, who had escaped from the center of the battlefield, suddenly turned their heads and looked in the opposite direction. There were a few blurry figures standing on the edge of the floating black magnetic sand palm. The black sand palm was quietly disintegrating, and a thick black fog shrouded the air, shrouding the figures within and blocking the vision of the surrounding peeking.
"It's apostles!"
Although they couldn't see clearly, Luffy and the others could still recognize that they should be apostles.
Why were they always encountering apostles wherever they went? They were really haunting them!
Reason and anger surged in Luffy's chest. He suppressed the thought of rushing to his death at this moment. He gritted his teeth and said, "Fix the ship, and we will go to Alabasta."
The disintegrated sand palm turned into floating particles and fell to the ground. A distorted figure creepily drilled out from the crack in the wall. He looked at the surging black mist with a strange gaze. He didn't see Yarlin's face clearly from the beginning, but … Pluto's blueprint was in the hands of this group of "apostles". He had to find a way to figure out the identity of the apostles and snatch the blueprint back.
"That guy with the straw hat seems to know the real identity of the apostles!"
Spartia's eyes moved quickly. He scanned the battlefield, and his body twisted into a blurry black shadow. He quietly went around the battlefield and chased after the straw hats.
In the black mist, a strange crack was opened. In the deep darkness, a black door gradually solidified. There were strange and complicated patterns carved on the door. In the middle of the door, there was a vertical eye. The shape of the eye was the same as the black pattern on his palm. It represented that the nest was spying on this world …
Pushing open the door, there was a deep and dark passage. A rustling sound came from inside, and then countless black lines penetrated from the other side of the door. Yarlin raised his foot and stepped in. The apostles behind him were also wrapped by the black lines and entered the door …
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