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

In the distance, the Elbaf Mountains are undulating, and the huge city walls are towering into the clouds, like a sleeping ancient beast, waiting to be awakened.

Before entering the border of Elbaf, Topman Vochuli Saint stopped.

"Who are you?! Stop!!!"

A loud roar was heard, and then the sound of orderly footsteps rang in the ears of Saint Topman Vochuli and the others.

The giant warriors in front have already lined up, holding heavy warhammers in their strong arms, ready for battle, their eyes full of vigilance and hostility.

Topman did not rush to attack. Instead, he raised his head and looked at the giants coldly. Then he slowly raised the crystal, letting it shine brightly in the sun.

"Tell Loki," Topman's voice was filled with cold majesty, and it spread across the battlefield, "his freedom lies in this. If he is willing to surrender, I will untie his chains; if not, Elbaf will be reduced to ashes under the wrath of the Knights of God!"

The giants' expressions immediately became complicated after hearing these words, and many people's eyes flashed with anxiety and hesitation.

In the melee in the giant kingdom, Prince Loki was trapped in a violent battle.

His figure was tall and resolute, his eyes burning with unyielding fire. Despite being charged with the horrific crime of patricide, Loki still stubbornly resisted the giants who rushed towards him.

His heart was filled with pain and struggle, but he could not retreat when facing his compatriots.

Every punch and every knife reminded him that only fighting could give him a chance of survival.

"I won't give in!"

Loki growled softly, his voice sounding weak but resolute in the strong wind.

His fists were clenched and his muscles were tense, as if he could feel the angry power in his heart growing.

He knew that if he was arrested, he would not only lose his freedom but also have to endure the anger and hatred of the entire country.

At this moment, his fate seemed to be closely linked to the wrath of the giants.

At the same time, on the other side of the battlefield, Saint Topman Vochuli was secretly proud.

He watched the crystals twinkle in the air, emitting mysterious light like stars and swaying gently.

The power was responding to his call, and seemed to be whispering something.

His fingers gently ran across the crystal, feeling the powerful energy within it surging like a tide, and his heart was filled with ecstasy.

To him, this was not just a gem, but a key that could control the mind of the giant.

"These ignorant giants," said Saint Topman Vochuli, with a cruel smile on his face, "They don't know that the real controller has been secretly controlling everything."

He imagined the scene when Loki finally surrendered, and that would be a sense of satisfaction from power that made him feel extremely happy.

In this struggle mixed with anger and fear, Loki's mind gradually became clear.

He took a deep breath, looked up and around, thinking to himself: "I can't let their plan succeed. I can't let my fate be controlled by others!"

This firm belief made him full of fighting spirit even in desperate situations.

He vented his aura even more violently, forcing back the approaching giants. He was absolutely unwilling to become a pawn in other people's plans.

As more giants approached, Loki leaped suddenly and dodged another heavy blow.

His movements were as agile as a cheetah, and his heartbeat became faster and faster as he dodged.

He knew he had to find an opportunity to fight back in order to change his fate.

At this moment, his eyes met Topman's, and a feeling of uneasiness suddenly came over him.

"We must not let this man succeed!" Loki thought to himself, as if he could feel the sinister aura of Saint Topman Vouchuri approaching.

His body involuntarily retreated backwards, but he found himself surrounded. The ferocious faces of the giants around him pressed down on him like mountains.

But he never intended to give up. A thought flashed through his mind: "Maybe, I can use their power in return!"

As for Saint Topman Vochuli, he was secretly planning in his mind, with a smug gleam in his eyes.

He knew that as long as he controlled Loki, the entire giant kingdom would collapse.

To him, everything before him was just a game, and victory was already within his grasp.

......

As the outside world became more and more noisy, the giants became more and more anxious.

Their tall figures seemed unusually heavy on the chaotic battlefield, and their roars and sounds of battle intertwined into a heart-pounding symphony.

Each giant grasped his weapon tightly, his face twisted, as if he wanted to tear the enemy in front of him apart.

But from time to time their eyes turned to the approaching shadow, and their hearts were filled with uneasiness.

"Who's outside?" a giant roared at the top of his lungs. His voice was like thunder, shaking the air around him.

His fingers clenched the battle axe tightly, and sweat oozed from his palms.

The presence of that aura outside made him feel uneasy.

"It's an outsider!" whispered another giant, with flames of fear and anger flashing in his eyes.

They had just experienced a fierce battle, and their compatriots kept falling down around them. This situation made them extremely afraid of any unknown force.

Loki stood in front of them, his body still upright, the scars on his face showing all the suffering he had experienced.

He could feel the anxiety of the giants, and the pressure from his compatriots was pressing on him all the time.

He was laughing crazily in his heart: "Keep wavering, keep being afraid. The more afraid you are, the greater the chances of me escaping!"

Suddenly, a huge shadow passed through the air, and the giants' attention was instantly attracted.

"call out......"

The shadow flew over their heads, bringing with it a whistling sound that tore through the air.

At this moment, the entire battlefield fell into a brief silence.

All the giants raised their heads, their eyes filled with astonishment and tension.

"What is it?" a giant asked in a low voice, with difficulty disguising the confusion in his voice.

The giants couldn't help but feel an ominous premonition in their hearts, as if all this foreshadowed an impending disaster.

Loki also felt a hint of uneasiness. His alertness reached its peak, and his eyes were fixed on the shadow.

"Strange... Why does this aura make me feel uncomfortable all over? It seems like this person is up to no good!"

At this moment, the voice of Saint Topman Vochuli rang out like a morning bell, reaching the ears of every giant through the hustle and bustle of the battlefield: "Your prince Loki will succumb to fate!"

His tone was contemptuous, as if he saw through everything, giving people an invisible sense of oppression.

The giants looked at each other, their inner anxiety growing.

"We must not let this guy succeed!" A giant growled and raised the weapon in his hand high again, as if to inspire his compatriots around him.

Loki looked at those faces, feeling a surge of emotion and joy in his heart.

He knew that if this continued, the giants would gradually collapse in fear.

And he must take this opportunity to break out of the siege and regain his freedom.

He took a deep breath, raised the weapon in his hand, and said in a sonorous voice: "We must not give up. The unyielding soul of the giants can never be violated!"

These words were like a bolt of lightning, breaking through the dark clouds in the hearts of the giants.

Their gazes gradually became firmer under Loki's encouragement, and they gripped their weapons tightly, and their angry roars once again echoed on the battlefield.

They didn't know why Loki encouraged them, but they realized that only by uniting together could they break the haze before them and resist the invasion of outsiders.

Only after resolving internal problems can we deal with external threats.

Then he attacked Loki frantically.

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