People are pirates, creating Cthulhu

As soon as the emerald was taken out, it caught the eyes of Garp and Crane.

In the crystal clear gem, the white flame is not attached to any substance, but it is still burning brightly.

This scene is gorgeous and weird.

"This kind of flame is very difficult to control. It can absorb the body's physical strength through the air through the ability to burn the fruit."

This conclusion made Crane's eyes narrow. If it was like what Long said, then no one in this world would be able to stop Sakaski.

"Even Haki has no effect on it?"

"Yes, domineering energy will be swallowed up faster. Sarong has already experienced this."

"If that's the case, then the world is really going to change."

Thinking that the world suddenly had capabilities beyond the control of the government, He said to Garp with a serious face: "It seems that we must notify Sengoku as soon as possible to prepare."

Fortunately, it seems that the scope of the god's presence is only limited to the West Sea. Once this strange power spreads, the shock will be far greater than the two sentences Roger said before his death.

After saying that, He pulled Garp to say goodbye to Long and the old man, and hurried to the warship, intending to remind the Warring States period of the seriousness of the situation through the phone bug.

From now on the Navy must focus all its energy on obtaining this mysterious power!

As old friends for decades, both He and the usually aloof Garp understand this situation. If ordinary people are given such terrifying power, the Navy does not have the corresponding countermeasures.

Then, the world will soon be completely out of control and plunge into chaos.

Thinking of this, He couldn't help but have a question in his mind——

Is this the result the gods want?

Back on the warship, just as He finished reporting the intelligence to Sengoku, he heard the remaining people below who had not yet had time to evacuate exclaim: "Look! Snow monster!"

Crane was startled and quickly raised his head. In the wind and snow, a huge figure with no height to reach appeared in the deep mountains and forests in the distance.

The wind and snow became more violent.

that direction...

This is where the old man’s house is!

The moment he saw the huge figure, Garp was already galloping towards the hut in the snow.

He followed closely behind, feeling extremely guilty. She finally understood why the old man's house was much higher than the surrounding ground.

The house was actually built on the footprints of a snow monster!

cold!

The coldness that penetrates the soul.

The two of them walked against the wind and snow, their armed and domineering aura covering their whole bodies, and their bodies that had been trained for a long time were still swinging.

The forward speed is getting slower and slower due to the obstruction of wind and snow.

It was obviously less than a few dozen meters away from the house, but it was still inaccessible.

It's as if these few steps are actually separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.

After not being able to take a few steps forward for a long time, an anxious Garp shouted in the wind and snow: "Dragon! Are you okay?"

Fortunately, although the snow and wind that covered the sky blocked most of the sight of the two of them in front of them, the dazzling light still illuminated their way forward.

In the howling wind and snow, the crane's ears moved, and he faintly heard a singing voice coming from ahead.

"Garp, listen! Is there any sound from the front?"

Garp frowned and stopped shouting. Although there was the disturbance of the wind and snow, just like what Crane said, there was indeed a sound coming from the front.

"The great white god of silence!"

"Itacua! Have you abandoned me?"

"Look! I have prepared delicious sacrifices for you!"

"why?"

"why!"

"Why... why don't you come out and see me?"

god! ?

He and Garp looked at each other and were shocked.

The voice in the wind and snow was full of madness, unwillingness and heart-rending sadness. After roaring desperately for a long time, the voice inside seemed to be tired and suddenly stopped.

After a moment of silence, the voice sounded again, but the demonic voice from hell fell into the ears of Crane and Garp outside.

"Ah, I see!"

"It's them!"

"They violated your sanctity!"

"It doesn't matter...it doesn't matter...I can...can help you purify all of this!"

"Purify them all into...pure snow!"

they?

Purify?

Before He and Garp could understand the meaning of "them" and "purification" in this voice, the wind and snow in front of them suddenly stopped, and their eyes suddenly became empty.

The two saw Long lying in the open space in front of the house, not knowing whether he was alive or dead, and next to him was the skinny old man who had been taking good care of him just now.

The old man's dark eyes without a trace of white were staring at He and Garp. There was endless madness and hatred in his eyes, and there was a fierce murderous intention in them. Even the two people who had been on the battlefield for a long time could not help but shiver down their spines.

The two looked at each other and decided to strike first.

Without the obstruction of the wind and snow, Garp jumped across the last few dozen meters and appeared next to the skinny old man.

The fist covered with armed domineering force slammed down!

He did not hold back at all with this punch, and he would not have the slightest pity for those who planned to use his son as a sacrifice.

However, even if he punched with all his strength, he still missed.

The fist landed on the cliff, and a long and narrow crack spread out. After a while, the mountain shook, and the cliff suddenly shortened by a large length.

Crane climbed into the air, picked up the unconscious dragon from the rubble, and hid in a safe place.

Garp had no time to care about anything else. He stood there with a vigilant look on his face, constantly trying to use his power to find the location of the skinny old man.

But it's a pity that, just like when I came here before, the sight and sound Haki seems to be blocked by a large invisible wall. At most, it can only hold up a small cover about one centimeter away from the body.

This is very difficult.

The opponent is obviously a speed type, and with the Haki of seeing and hearing being suppressed, this battle is probably going to be a disaster.

He also felt Garp's concerns.

"Garp, let's get out of here first!"

Although their sight would be somewhat obstructed in the wind and snow, it didn't matter whether they could see with their eyes or not as long as their domineering energy could spread.

Their idea was good, but the old man didn't want them to leave here.

The old man's skinny body suddenly appeared behind the crane, and his dry and slender claws stabbed at the crane's neck.

At this critical moment, he didn't expect that He didn't panic at all, and seemed to have expected the old man's attack.

She twisted her body and raised her navy cloak slightly, revealing He's right hand which had been hidden on her back for a long time. The palm of her hand was gently pushed out to touch the old man's shriveled body.

Wash the fruits!

launch!

After a smooth flash of light, the old man's body turned into a piece of clothing under the influence of the washing fruit's ability, and fell to the ground swaying.

Garp, who has been working with Crane for more than ten years, immediately jumped at the chance.

He stood up from the ground and clenched his hands into fists.

One punch!