thefictionvixens Chapter 70 The Feathered Serpent Hero? The Navy God?
Chapter 70 The Feathered Serpent Hero? The Navy God?
If we rewind a little, to shortly after the warship entered the seaweed-covered area.
The Command Seals on the back of Smoker's hand burned to their peak, and the red light almost emanated from his body.
He staggered to the stern, and under the solemn gazes of Garp and Kuzan, raised his burning hand and let out a soul-stirring cry towards Alabasta.
"In the name of the Command Seals—respond to the justice of this world! Transcend the barriers of the world! Descend! Guardians of order! Upholders of justice!"
A burst of crimson light! A magic circle bloomed on the sea! From within the light, a figure emerged from the waves.
When the light faded and the person who had appeared was revealed, the deck of the warship was deathly silent.
She was a woman adorned with golden feathers, carrying a plush dinosaur, and as sexy and wild as a sun goddess.
She glanced around, her gaze landing on the petrified, gaping mouth of the real Garp. She grinned, her voice booming like thunder.
"Hahahaha! Answering the call! I am the Navy hero! Monkey D. Garp! The iron fist of justice is here!"
"Kuzan, long time no see! And... uh?"
She looked at the elderly version of herself in front of her, tilted her head, and revealed an extremely confused expression behind her huge sunglasses.
"Hey, Kuzan, when did I get such an old twin brother? Or... is this what I'll look like in the future? I look so haggard!"
"Pfft—!!!" The bag of senbei that Vice Admiral Garp had just taken out burst open, scattering senbei all over the deck.
He pointed at the female version of himself, his fingers trembling like leaves, his face turning red, and it took him a long time to finally let out a broken roar.
"You...you...you...who are you?! Impersonating me?! And dressed like that?! Kuzan! Seize this imposter!!"
Kuzan: "……(⊙_⊙)?"
He felt as if his brain had been frozen in the Ice Age.
The existence of the "lady" before him, who radiated a powerful divine light and called herself Garp, overturned his understanding of the world.
He instinctively tried to condense an ice spear, but found himself slightly unsteady on his feet.
Smoker's cigar fell to the ground, and he seemed to be nailed to the ground by sea stone.
"...Report...Report...The summoning...it seems...successful?" He managed to squeeze out a few words.
Real Garp jumped up and down: "This can't be me! I'm not dead yet! And this is a woman!"
Female Garp closed her eyes to sense the surroundings, then suddenly opened them, a golden light flashing in her eyes as she locked onto the direction of Drum Island.
Her tone became serious, but it still carried Garp's mannerisms.
"Kuzan! Smoker, kid! I sensed it! It's on that island over there! There's a very unpleasant aura, filled with darkness and a mockery of fate! It's very strong!"
"And... um? Someone's bullying the weak! Justice cannot stand idly by! Set sail! Full speed ahead!"
Under her insistence, and with the real Garp's furious roar, "I'll see what this imposter is up to!"
The warships accelerated through the seaweed-covered area and headed straight for Magdrum Island.
Back to the present.
With Smoker's awkward "Attack!" command, the sea in front of the dog-headed warship exploded!
That wild and sexy figure—Quetzalcoatl—descended like a meteor over the sea between the warship and the old castle, stepping on golden flames!
Her magnificent golden armor gleamed in the sunlight, her high orange ponytail danced wildly in the wind, and huge sunglasses covered half of her face.
But the wild, "Garpu-esque" smile at the corner of his mouth was clearly visible.
She stood with her hands on her hips, her voice booming, her gaze sweeping across the stunned battlefield below before finally settling on the real Garp, who was practically fuming with rage.
He waved enthusiastically: "Hey! It's me over there! Don't rush! I'll come back and catch up with you after I've dealt with these scum!"
"Where are Roger and that cowardly Tescatlipoca?! Get out here right now!" She directly called out her nemesis.
True Garp: "Pfft—!!!"
This time, he actually spat out a mouthful of blood, pointing at the female version of himself in the air, his whole body trembling.
He was so angry that he couldn't utter a single word, only able to make panting "hoarse" sounds.
Kuzan covered his face, his shoulders trembling slightly, it was hard to tell whether he was crying or laughing.
Smoker covered his forehead, feeling that his naval career might be over.
The Baroque members on the battlefield were also dumbfounded.
Mr. 3's lava candle was left hanging in mid-air; he forgot to smash it down.
"A woman...a woman? And she calls herself Garp?" Xiao Feng looked bewildered.
"Hmph, all that fancy talk and empty bravado!" Mr. 1 sneered.
The obsidian blade of lava pointed at Quetzal in the air, its eyes filled with disdain.
"A naval hero is a woman? What a joke! I'll roast you first!" He had no idea what kind of power the other woman possessed!
Miss Doublefinger scoffed, "Dressed so provocatively, are you here to dance?"
"Hey! Big sister! Help Luffy and the others!" Nami shouted.
Quetzal's gaze instantly locked onto Luffy, Sabo, and the others who were locked in a fierce battle below, as well as the Baroque members who exuded an aura of blasphemy.
The smile on her face vanished instantly, replaced by an ultimate majesty that blended with divinity!
A terrifying pressure, as vast as the blazing sun and sacred and inviolable, suddenly descended.
The air seemed to be ignited, instantly purifying the pervasive sweet pollen and sulfur smell!
"How dare you...bully my grandson and these spirited young people in front of me?! And with such force?!"
Her voice was like thunder from the heavens, shaking the leaves of the entire rainforest.
"Unforgivable! You scum—may you become dust of the sun!"
She didn't put down the plush dinosaur doll "Pia" from her shoulder! She just raised her free right hand high, fingers spread, aiming at the battlefield below!
"Sun Fist Bone - Burn Away All Impurities (Xiuhcoatl)!!!"
boom--!!!!
No building up power, no fancy moves!
Pure light and heat, like the immense power cast by the sun itself, erupted from her fist!
This power is pure, domineering, and possesses a supreme divinity that purifies all darkness and impurity!
Mr. 3 was instantly terrified. His prized lava candle vaporized silently the moment it came into contact with the golden light! Not even a wisp of black smoke remained!
He was swept by the golden light and let out a mournful howl. The power enhanced by the smoke mirror on his body collapsed wildly as if it had encountered its nemesis, and the dark red magma patterns instantly dissipated.
Mr.1's obsidian blade, under the golden light, crumbled and turned to ashes like inferior charcoal!
The molten obsidian armor covering his entire body evaporated instantly, revealing a terrified expression beneath. Finally, the blades that had covered his body almost melted away.
The new Miss Doublefinger was closest to this power. She didn't even have time to scream before she was completely swallowed and purified by the golden light!
Xiao Feng's fiery kick left afterimages that vanished like bubbles, and her burning dance skirt turned to ashes in the golden light. Her body slowly returned to its original form.
As for the others, any enhanced soldiers touched by the golden light, regardless of their abilities, were instantly reduced to ashes.
The whole process was incredibly fast! It happened in the blink of an eye!
The enhanced Baroque elites, who had just been so aggressive and had driven the Straw Hat crew to the brink of defeat, completely disappeared into the pure and domineering golden light of the sun.
Not even a trace was left.
The battlefield fell into an eerie silence.
Luffy, still in his stance ready to be hit, stared dumbfounded at the empty space in front of him: "Huh? Where are the candles?"
Sabo felt the pressure vanish, the thorny cage disappeared without a trace, and he stared blankly at his hands.
Zoro's sword lost its target, and he stumbled. Sanji stared blankly at Bon Clay. Chopper transformed back into a reindeer, standing there dumbfounded.
Dalton and the residents gaped, as if petrified.
On the tower, Roger burst into an even louder laugh.
"Hahaha! Good! Well done! It looks a bit strange, but that punch was powerful! Garp, your 'daughter' is even fiercer than you were back then!"
Ramses II's molten gold pupils burst forth with intense light, carrying a hint of excitement and recognition at having met his match.
"Pure solar divine power...absolutely domineering! Such a being actually exists in this world!"
Napoleon, however, looked grave and spoke in a low voice.
"Instant purification and annihilation... This is beyond the realm of conventional power. Master, the danger level of this 'Naval Hero' is probably far beyond our expectations."
On the dog-headed warship, the real Garp looked at the battlefield that had been cleared in an instant, and then at the relaxed and carefree "female version of himself" in the air, and was completely petrified.
The rice cracker fell out of the mouth that had opened unconsciously.
Kuzan pushed up his sunglasses, his icy expression completely crumbling: "...One attack...annihilation?! Alara... what... what kind of Heroic Spirit is this?!"
Smoker picked up the fallen cigar, lit it silently, took a deep drag, and looked at the "Naval Hero Garp" in the air with extremely complicated eyes.
This power... is terrifyingly strong.
Quetzal Karp patted the head of the dinosaur toy "Pia" with satisfaction, as if praising it for doing a good job. Although it didn't move at all.
She flashed that silly, bright smile that Garp had once again, her gaze sweeping over the still-shaken Straw Hat crew and the residents before finally settling on the real Garp.
"Hahaha! Done! Justice served! Hey, you over there! Come with me to find Roger and Tescatlipoca! My iron fists are itching for action!"
Rainy Day, the top floor of the Rain Banquet Casino.
Crocodile, who had been watching the Drum Island battlefield in some way, had his wine glass shatter into pieces with a "crack".
His face was ashen, his eyes filled with shock and rage: "How is this possible?! My elites... were instantly..."
Tescatlipoca, who had been lazily leaning against the shadows, suddenly stood up straight for the first time.
Countless golden patterns, like feathered serpent totems, flashed across the lenses of his orange-yellow sunglasses.
He covered his left eye, as if it were being burned by a sharp pain!
The playful smile that had been on his face vanished completely, replaced by a mixture of extreme disgust and... a hint of provoked excitement.
"Quetzal... Koyatl...!"
The voice of the God of Smoke Mirrors seemed to be squeezed out of hell, carrying a bone-chilling coldness and an overwhelming fighting spirit.
"You bastard... how dare you trespass on my training grounds?!"