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“I remember it seemed to be a symbol about the soul.”
Charlotte Linlin and Calvin Desch both seem to have experienced similar situations.
Therefore, this should not be a simple form of control, but rather some kind of more bizarre manipulation involving the soul.
"We're in big trouble now..."
As the energy field controlling his movements dissipated, Christopher lowered his hands, drew his longsword again, and stared solemnly at the demonized dragon.
As one of only two top-tier experts on the allied side, how much of a role can the dragon play with its demonized body when everyone else is exhausted?
Christopher could hardly believe the sight.
The dragon's wings trembled slightly, and it instantly appeared in front of the bear, punching the latter in the chest.
Kuma tried to raise his hand to block, but he had just used the power of the Devil Fruit to change the direction of Im's attack for Dragon, which had exhausted his last bit of strength.
Before he could even raise his hand, the dragon's fist, carrying a hurricane compressed to its limit, blasted the bear hundreds of meters away.
His body crashed through several small hills of wreckage and was eventually embedded in the ruins.
The bear opened its mouth and spat out a mouthful of scarlet blood; it felt as if all its internal organs had ruptured.
He struggled for a moment, but was unable to get up.
"Has he fully recovered to his peak condition?"
Blake stared intently at the dragon that was wreaking havoc on the battlefield:
"No, it's not just a simple recovery, it seems... that I've been strengthened?"
Seeing this, Lindbergh knew that he now had to do everything in his power to defeat his former leader.
He used machinery to attack, and among everyone, he consumed the least amount of physical energy.
Lindbergh immediately ran to the mechanical armor, intending to activate the emergency mode, when a shadow suddenly appeared behind him.
The same thing happened to Perona, who only received a simple beating, but this time...
Lindbergh slowly turned around and saw the dragon, its black claws now shrouded in Conqueror's Haki, suddenly slashing down.
The entire mechanical device overloaded and exploded instantly. In the flames, Lindbergh was thrown into the air by the shockwave and crashed heavily to the ground, where he fell into a coma.
"Chief! Wake up!"
A desperate wail emanated from the raven's loudspeaker, but it did nothing to shake the dragon's will; instead, the dragon turned its attention to the other side.
His wings whipped up a violent hurricane, carrying the exhausted crows into the sky.
Then, with a whip kick imbued with Armament Haki, he slammed the man into the ground like a cannonball.
Amidst the billowing dust, the crow's figure twitched, but ultimately lost consciousness.
"After being corrupted by demons, will not only will their condition be enhanced, but they will also be able to continue using their original abilities?"
Black kept his eyes glued to the dragon's performance on the battlefield, trying to find more clues about Im's abilities.
Just as the dragon was about to launch another attack on Ivankov, Christopher appeared in front of him:
"Revolutionary Army! Wake up!"
The long sword slashed down suddenly, the twisted space on the blade intertwined with black and red thunder.
The dragon crossed its arms in defense, and the arm that had been broken in the battle with Im had now been fully restored.
The dragon's scarlet eyes were fixed on the person in front of it, and with a flap of its bat wings, it broke the sound barrier.
Christopher had anticipated this, and with a diagonal slash of his longsword, the distorted space forcibly deflected the dragon's charging trajectory.
The ground was torn open with a trench hundreds of meters long, and rubble was suspended in mid-air.
Having landed a successful blow, Christopher did not let his guard down at all. He seized the opportunity and swung his sword three times in succession.
Each strike was accompanied by spatial distortion; the three slashes intersected in different dimensions, attacking the dragon's vitals from impossible angles.
The dragon's counterattack came even faster.
He used the mobility of his wings to spin rapidly in the air, his fists swinging quickly, the domineering aura gathered on his fists shattering the three sword energies.
Then a whip kick swept across with the force of a hurricane.
Christopher managed to parry with his knife, but the impact sent him sliding back more than ten meters, leaving two charred marks on the ground with the soles of his shoes.
He was breathing heavily, sensing that something was wrong.
A red sun has now risen on the horizon, indicating that the battle has lasted all night.
Christopher first teamed up with Tiger to deal with Garin, then teamed up with Dragon to continue dealing with Garin, and then repeatedly dealt with the Five Elders who were constantly recovering.
After Im appeared, he fought the demonized warrior for a long time, and finally unleashed his fruit power to break the energy field's limitations.
All of them were high-intensity battles.
It's fair to say that Christopher's intensity of battle that night was in no way inferior to that of Mr. Kay, who was carrying Ghost Island.
At this point, they were at their last gasp.
As the dragon charged forward again, he gritted his teeth and plunged his longsword into the ground.
Centered on the tip of the knife, the space within a radius of 100 meters began to fluctuate violently.
The dragon's movements suddenly slowed down, as if it were sinking into a viscous liquid.
"Roar!!!"
However, immediately afterward, the fully demonized dragon let out a roar that was not human, and its entire body erupted with Conqueror's Haki.
He forcefully withstood Christopher's domain and slammed a Dragon Claw Fist into his chest.
In his haste, Christopher could only raise his arms to defend himself.
Christopher was blasted into the building ruins, kicking up a cloud of dust that blotted out the sky.
Gravel and steel bars fell like raindrops, engulfing his figure.
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The muffled thud of Christopher being blasted into the ruins still reverberated in the air, and the fully demonized dragon had already turned its eyes toward Ivankov.
Without a moment's hesitation, Tiger shattered the ground and burst into the dust cloud the instant the dragon flapped its wings and took off.
Christopher was half-buried in the rubble, his back bones broken, making it difficult for him to stand up.
"Hold on, Christopher, I'll get you out of here."
"We failed this time, but we will come back someday!"
Tiger ripped off his cloak and wrapped it around his bleeding ribs. In the distance, the rumble of collapsing buildings could be heard; the dragon had begun its attack on Ivankov.
Christopher gave a bitter smile, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth:
"I won't pretend to ask you to let me go."
"But if things really don't work out, someone has to escape."
"Don't worry! Leave it to me!"
Tiger knelt on one knee and slammed his right fist into the ground.
The shockwave traveled along the cracks in the ground, detonating all the weapons Lindbergh had scattered across the battlefield.
The series of explosions created a new cloud of smoke, and he took the opportunity to hoist Christopher up and flee into the distance.
Although the air currents on the battlefield have stabilized somewhat, it is still not at the point where one can freely use Observation Haki to investigate.
Of everyone present, only Im and Black, who was in the distance, noticed Tiger's departure.
Blake did not try to stop them.
These people were there to help him gather information about Im, and now their mission is complete.
Whether they live or die depends on their own abilities, and Blake has no intention of interfering.
Im glanced in the direction they had left, showing no intention of finishing them off, and it was unclear what he was thinking.
Perhaps he felt that these two people posed no threat to the World Government, so it was fine if they ran away.
This is consistent with the usual practice of world governments.
When Sabo later left Mary Geoise, he didn't seem to encounter any significant obstacles.
As the smoke began to dissipate, the Five Elders and the Knights of God behind Im realized that something was wrong.
Garin leaped into the air, his eyes scanning the surroundings.
After a major battle, Mary Geoise was in ruins, with hardly any decent buildings left.
Soon, he spotted Tiger carrying Christopher as they fled.
Garin turned to look at the black smoke above Satan's head, and saw that Im had no reaction.
After hesitating for a moment, Garin knelt on one knee and asked for permission:
"Lord Im, please allow me to pursue that traitor!"
His eyes burned with a fanatical fire:
"Christopher's betrayal must be washed away with blood, and that fishman..."
“This lowly race dares to incite riots in the Holy Land; they deserve to be torn to pieces.”
Im let out a soft, unintelligible hum and waved his hand, as if shooing away mosquitoes.
They acted like, "Go if you want, I don't care."
But Garindo is an ambitious person, isn't he?
After receiving permission, he immediately chased after Tiger.
A sudden gust of wind arose, and Garin's figure transformed into a blood-red meteor, hurtling into the distance.
Black's attention was not on Garin, who was giving chase, but on the demonized dragon.
Dragon has defeated the last revolutionary cadre, Ivankov.
Although Ivankov tried to bring him back to his senses with words, he obviously did not succeed.
Im's demonic transformation is not possession or hypnosis, but rather a kind of control at the soul level.
To be honest, the more Blake looked at it, the more it seemed like the ability of a magician.
At this point, among the Revolutionary Army soldiers who arrived in Mary Geoise, besides Bello Beatty, who had been taken away by Black in Red Harbor, and the low-ranking soldiers who remained near the elevator—
They were all either dead or seriously injured and unconscious, completely losing their ability to fight.
However, Black noticed that after Dragon dealt with all the Revolutionary Army cadres, his aura became even stronger.
Even though there were no enemies left, his Conqueror's Haki began to erupt uncontrollably.
But as the last wisp of black wind dissipated from the bat's wings, the dragon knelt on the ground.
The distorted stratum corneum begins to peel off, revealing the dry, bark-like skin underneath.
Its horns broke off and smashed into grayish-white powder on the ground.
Those once intimidating eyes gradually became cloudy, eventually solidifying into two dim glass beads.
Time seemed to have been accelerated for him—
In just a few minutes, he experienced the aging process that takes an ordinary person a lifetime.
When the last bone supporting its body shattered, the dragon collapsed into ashes like a weathered stone statue in the setting sun.
As the night wind blew, the ashes swirled and rose into the sky, mingling with the thick smoke still rising from Mary Geoise.
Blake didn't care about the dragon's life or death; what truly interested him was its demonic state.
"No wonder the dragon, who was originally exhausted, suddenly unleashed even greater combat power than at its peak."
"It turns out it was achieved by overdrawing one's life force."
After witnessing the entire process of the dragon's dissipation, Black gained a relatively clear understanding of Im's demonic abilities.
He had wondered before that even though the revolutionary army's cadres were already at their limit, they shouldn't have been taken away by Long Yi in one move.
Apart from Christopher, the others offered no real resistance.