One Piece: Start as a mythical beast, practice to become stronger

The golden lion stood proudly high in the sky, overlooking the chaos below.

His figure was coated with a layer of golden light by the sunlight from the sky, as if he had transformed into a king on the battlefield.

The wind roared around him, his clothes rustled, his hair fluttered in the wind, and his unruly laughter spread throughout the holy land.

"Hahahahahaha... crying also counts as time~" He laughed wantonly, his eyes full of pleasure and mockery at the scene before him. "You don't have much time left before you die."

His voice reverberated over Mary Joa like thunder, carrying with it a mockery that pierced the soul.

The celestial dragons and guards below looked more and more embarrassed at his laughter. Some celestial dragons even collapsed on the ground, trembling, with hideous expressions of fear clearly visible on their faces.

That lofty pride has been trampled upon today, and replaced by a deep despair.

The Golden Lion had never enjoyed this feeling so much. He felt that he was dragging this "sacred" city into hell with his own hands.

At this moment, he was like a beast enjoying the struggle of its prey, full of cruel mockery and insolent arrogance.

His eyes were fixed on those arrogant and once overbearing celestial dragons, as if he was looking at a group of dying livestock.

At this moment, the balance of life and death was tilted in his hands, and he was in complete control of the rhythm of this farce.

He recalled what happened not long ago, and the smile on his face deepened.

Originally, he just drank wine and sang on his boat, away from this chaotic world, placing himself between the sea breeze and waves.

At that time, he had never even thought of taking this risk.

However, a letter was delivered to him. The moment he opened the envelope and saw the words on the paper, an indescribable desire to fight instantly ignited his chest.

"It's been a long time since I felt this way..."

Golden Lion recalled how he felt when he read the letter. The surge of excitement made him gather a team without hesitation and rush to the holy land of Marijoa.

He was fearless and thought he was just here for some excitement, but who could have imagined that he would actually run into an unprecedented farce.

Looking at the battlefield below, he felt a long-lost sense of relief.

Blood and fire, crying and roaring, all of this is the reality he longs for.

"You've come to the right place. You've come to the right place..."

He whispered to himself, with a playful arc at the corner of his mouth.

"Hey, where are those guys? This isn't the only thing they can do, is it?"

A cold light flashed in the Golden Lion's eyes as he glanced at the Five Elders running around below, as well as the Celestial Dragons who had long been crushed by fear.

These so-called tops of the world are nothing more than this.

The holy land in front of him was like his stage. He was the master who controlled everything. He stood high in the sky, looking down on the sorrow and despair under his feet.

“Hahahaha…” His laughter rang out again, “Then, let’s make this farce more exciting!”

He waved his hand, and several huge rocks fell from the sky under his control, smashing into the buildings of the holy land like meteorites, with a devastating momentum, pushing everything in front of him into chaos again.

Charlotte Linlin's laughter echoed like thunder above Mary Joa. Her huge body was like a moving fortress, leaving blood and screams wherever she went.

She wielded a huge long-handled knife called "Napoleon" with flames on the blade, and every blow seemed to tear the air.

As she attacked, countless guards and celestial dragons were blown away, their bodies tumbling in the air and falling like rags.

"Mamamama...don't run away! You ridiculous bugs!"

She grinned fiercely, her eyes filled with bloodthirsty light. The panic and chaos before her made her more eager to fight.

Every time her blade fell, it was accompanied by an earth-shaking explosion. The towering palaces and magnificent buildings collapsed under her tremendous force and turned into ruins.

Inside the city, Wang Zhi was waving the huge mace in his hand, charging around like a ferocious beast.

His tall figure shuttled between the city walls, and every time his mace hit the ground, it caused a violent vibration, knocking over a group of Celestial Dragon soldiers to the ground.

Wang Zhi's movements were wide and fierce like a storm, leaving his opponent no chance to breathe.

"How dare a mere celestial dragon call himself a 'god'? How ridiculous!"

He shouted angrily, his voice echoing in Marijoa like rolling thunder.

As he swung the mace, a guard who tried to resist was knocked flying with his shield, hitting the wall hard, and blood splattered on the spot.

Wang Zhi's steps were like a cheetah in the wind. Every time he leaped, the ground shook. His attacks never stopped, completely imprinting fear in everyone's hearts.

The figures of Charlotte Lingling and Wang Zhi were wreaking havoc in the city, destroying their enemies like a natural disaster.

The flame in Lingling's hand drew scorching arcs in the air, as if burning the entire world, and every time Wang Zhi's mace fell, it was like a deadly thunderclap, cracking the ground into spider-web-like cracks.

Faced with these brutal pirates, the Celestial Dragons completely collapsed.

Some young Celestial Dragons even knelt on the ground, crying and begging for mercy, hoping that those hard-hearted pirates would let them go.

However, their cries for mercy were nothing more than fuel to Lingling and Wang Zhi's desire to fight.

"Cry and shout, that's fun!"

Charlotte Lingling laughed wildly towards the sky, with a crazy light flashing in her eyes.

As soon as she stepped on the ground, it suddenly cracked and spread out like a spider web.

The "Napoleon" in her hand swept out, slashing forward with burning flames. Wherever it passed, buildings collapsed and people scattered.

Wang Zhi also roared at this moment, waving his mace to defeat the soldiers blocking the way one by one.

He and Lingling worked together perfectly. The two of them were like Shuras from hell, killing everyone in the city.

The efforts of the Five Elders to put out the fire seemed increasingly futile. Mary Joa's nobility and dignity were completely annihilated by the wild laughter and brutal attacks of these two men.

The remaining members of the Knights of God no longer have the momentum and pride they once had.

Jin'an's raging offensive and the massacre of the Celestial Dragon forces by those crazy pirates have completely caused their defenses to collapse.

These once extremely arrogant elite Tianlong people were now fleeing in all directions on the battlefield like a group of stray dogs.

A knight of God in armor, holding a broken spear in both hands, looked around in panic.

His eyes were full of fear and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

He once thought of himself as the sharp blade of the Celestial Dragons and the strongest warrior to maintain world order, but the scene before him made him realize that he was just a prey forced into a desperate situation.

The surrounding firelight shone on his distraught face, seeming to mock his embarrassment.

"Damn it! Where the hell did these pirates come from?!"

He cursed, but his voice became hoarse with fear.

The companions beside him were also exhausted, and their armor was covered with knife marks and blood stains.

Every attempt to counterattack was met with a more violent attack.

A pirate suddenly jumped out from the ruins and slashed at the back of a divine knight with a scimitar in his hand. The knight quickly raised his shield to block, but the huge impact force still made him stagger back and almost fall.

He struggled to stand firm, and when he looked up, he saw pirates killing everyone on the battlefield not far away.

"This is impossible! We are the Celestial Dragons' divine knights!" another knight roared in despair. His voice seemed so small in the battlefield filled with hail of bullets and clashes of weapons that it did not even attract anyone's attention.

He tried to summon up the glory and sense of mission in his heart, but under the pressure of death, those noble creeds and fearless oaths seemed so pale and powerless.

"Hurry up! You will die if you don't leave now!" one of the knights shouted loudly, his voice distorted by nervousness.

However, before he could run a few steps, a flash of knife cut off his shoulder. Blood gushed out instantly and he fell to the ground with a painful expression.

There are only a few cats left of God's Knights on the battlefield. They look miserable and helpless in the light of fire and smoke.

The holy place that they once swore to protect with their lives is now a hell from which there is no return in their eyes.

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