blogombal Chapter 308 Marineford War
Chapter 308 Marineford War
Chapter 308 Marineford War
"Strange," Mordy suddenly frowned, "Someone is arriving? Why do I have this feeling?"
His overly keen intuition stirred at this moment, reminding him that he should be more careful in his recent actions.
However, his spiritual sense also reminded him not to worry too much. If all else fails, he could simply take action and use his super power to resolve the situation.
"Superintelligence is reminding me to use superpowers, but what kind of threat would warrant my use of superpowers?"
Modi muttered to himself, the answer was obvious: the immortals, or the immortals in resurrection.
Speaking of which, there really was an immortal fragment imprisoned in his Blood Sea Prison, which could be considered an immortal in the process of revival.
"Could it be that you, kid, lured the Japanese here?" Mo Di asked with a strange expression, glancing at the prison cell.
The immense pressure formed by the accumulated waters of the endless sea of blood pressed down on the boy, ensuring that he could not move, yet precisely enough not to crush him into a piece of paper.
The blood-sea water flowed into his body through his mouth and nose, keeping him clinging to a sliver of life, but also making him drowsy, his consciousness lingering between dream and wakefulness.
Having confirmed that there were no problems with the Blood Sea Prison, Modi withdrew his gaze.
"He couldn't possibly have made contact with the outside world. Could there be another fragment of an immortal being? And since there's a gravitational pull between immortal auras, would they attract each other?"
Or did the church find a true immortal?
"Fine, with the card of ending the unchanging spear, even if things don't go well, I can still severely injure the newcomer."
Since the super intelligence tells him to use super power, he will do as instructed.
Modi glanced at the sea of blood again, but this time it wasn't the prison from before; instead, it was an area he named the "Rebirth Pool."
Despite its name, it's actually just a place for cloning and replication, used to resurrect the Blood Sea Kin after they die in battle. It's not as disgusting as its original form.
Inside the rebirth pool, a body in the form of a young boy is slowly taking shape.
His appearance was exactly the same as Ling Hao's, and even his aura was the same, with the slightest difference, enough to fool most people.
Even within his body, there was an aura identical to that of the Immortal Aura; unless one came into close contact, it was difficult to discern whether it was real or not.
"In the upcoming trial, let's send this forgery out."
Modi wouldn't release such an important sample as the Immortal Fragment casually; he would only release a Stand.
With his high level of skill, one stand-in would probably suffice.
Several days later, a high platform had been built where the original Sword of the Hero had been.
Below the stage, the onlookers looked up, each with a different expression.
After their faith in the church was stripped away, they saw the legends appear before them, but they didn't really feel anything; they were just there out of curiosity to watch.
The city was occupied by the Blood God Cult, and at first the citizens were worried about it.
What kind of treatment will they receive? Will they be forced to fill troop positions? Will they be subject to numerous additional taxes?
But soon, they breathed a sigh of relief.
Compared to the church and the former noble lords, the Blood God Cult, despite its bloody appearance, still seems too anthropomorphic.
Many exorbitant taxes imposed by churches and cities were immediately abolished, along with those imposed on nobles and church members.
There is no mandatory conscription, but as long as you sign up and pass the review, you can receive a substantial reward, and there is also a family allowance for those who die in action.
It's far more anthropomorphic than the churches and lords of the past.
It is true that Middle-earth became exceptionally abundant due to the restoration of ether, but this was accompanied by increased taxes, and the appetites of the meat-eaters were never satisfied.
"But the Blood God Cult is different. Under the so-called suppression of the Blood God and the constraints of the Styx Law within their territory, they can minimize the occurrence of such problems."
In the crowd, an elderly man with white hair and beard, dressed simply, was bowing his head and introducing the Blood God Cult to the girl beside him.
Upon hearing this, the girl smiled disdainfully. "A distorted structure. The entire power revolves around the strongest being, the Blood God. If He were to meet with misfortune, the entire power would inevitably collapse."
Just like the Garden of Eternal Day, which vanished with the fall of the God of Light.
The old man suddenly thought of this, but he shook his head.
"For beings like these, power is merely an appendage; power depends on them, not the other way around. Besides, who could possibly defeat that mysterious and unpredictable Blood God?"
"Perhaps not before, but now I am." The girl raised her fair neck, appearing elegant and proud. "Because I've come."
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"..." The old man, who was also the Pope Yu Huo, didn't know what to say.
Should I gently advise her to be careful? But she doesn't seem like the type to listen to advice. If I annoy her, I might lose my life.
After some thought, Pope Yu Huo finally decided to say nothing.
Anyway, his only responsibility was to lead the girl to her destination; whether she lived or died was none of his business.
"Your Holiness, you said the trial would begin today, but why haven't the people been brought in yet?"
The girl tilted her head, a hint of urgency flashing in her eyes.
If she could sense where her brother was being held, she would have already rushed there with a knife. Why would she be waiting here in vain?
"It's today, or it should be soon."
Pope Yu Huo looked completely submissive.
He looked around, trying to spot the church members hiding in the crowd.
Unfortunately, whether they were too well disguised or simply didn't come at all, Pope Yu Huo couldn't find them.
"That's strange. As the core of the recovery plan, the hero is of paramount importance. It's impossible that they wouldn't send someone. Could it be that even I couldn't see through their disguise?"
The old man muttered to himself, at which point the crowd erupted in a clamor.
He subconsciously looked up and saw a figure that had appeared on the platform at some point.
The handsome young man was pinned to the stage, his eyes vacant and lifeless, as if his confidence and courage had been shattered, and he made no move to resist.
On the high platform, several high-ranking members of the Blood God Cult watched this scene with cold eyes, their gazes occasionally sweeping across the crowd below, trying to find the church members hiding among them.
Noticing the gaze sweep over him, Pope Yu Huo quickly lowered his head, but out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the girl beside him with a gloomy face, looking like she was about to go on a killing spree.
"Oh no!" He was startled, thinking he was about to be discovered.
"Don't be nervous, they won't find out," the girl said coldly.
She used some unknown method, but she did dispel the suspicions of the Blood God Cult's higher-ups.
My gaze swept over them briefly, not lingering on them for long.
"Besides using this trial as a deterrent, another purpose they have is to lure out church members. I'm afraid they've already laid many traps in this city."
Pope Yu Huo was not optimistic. Even with a half-immortal by his side, he still felt uneasy.
"I have a feeling that the Blood God Cult's hidden power is not simple," he murmured.
"It really is you, brother. I never expected you to get yourself into such a mess."
The girl spoke with a sigh, but her tone was incredibly cold, as if she were suppressing a surge of anger.
"To be honest, this kind of older brother is actually quite cute... but only I can do this to him. No one else, no Blood God Cult..."
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She was talking to herself in a trance-like state, a look of madness spreading across her face.
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"...Emerald Pope took two steps back imperceptibly, as if afraid of being splattered with blood.
The girl continued to murmur unconsciously, "Yes, that's how it should be. The outside world is still too dangerous for him. Once I save him, let's just merge."
What do you mean by "combination"? Are you trying to create something that won't pass censorship?
Swallowing hard, Pope Yu Huo quietly took two steps away. He always felt that this fusion was in the physical sense.
The relationships between the fragments of the immortals are truly bizarre.
"...It's time." The girl, who had been talking to herself, suddenly looked up, the madness on her face vanishing in an instant.
She took a step forward, which made Pope Yu Huo's heart tremble suddenly.
This kid, could he be planning to take action directly?
He instinctively opened his mouth, but before he could speak, he heard a loud "boom".
The buzzing sound echoed around the square, making everyone dizzy. Even an immortal like Pope Yu Huo was so dizzy that he could hardly open his eyes.
The only one still able to stand upright was the young girl, but she was also puzzled by the situation. She frowned slightly and looked up at the platform.
This was a premeditated incident. Once Pope Yu Huo regained his senses and looked up at the sky, he understood what had happened.
"Those are... the church's airship formation?!"
The sky had darkened at some point, and the culprit behind this was a series of small airships.
As the air force of the Seven Holy Spirits Church, the vast majority of this airship formation belongs to an extraterritorial fleet.
The extraterrestrial fleet has been stationed in the void for many years, and it had previously fought a battle with the airship fleet of the Death Curse Domain, and its murderous aura has not yet dissipated.
Now, however, they have dispatched airships for landing and have set their sights on Itniti's homeland.
The Blood God Cult's leaders also recovered. They looked at the airships in the sky that resembled small churches, their faces expressionless, but their slightly trembling bodies betrayed their excitement.
Every person who can become a high-ranking member of the Blood God Cult is, without exception, courageous.
Naturally, they are not afraid of the impending struggle.
"It seems that heroes are quite important in the eyes of the church."
"Although it's only part of an extraterritorial fleet, it's still a bit beyond my expectations, but we can still handle it."
"Alright, enough chit-chat, the fish has taken the bait, let's get started."
As soon as the bishop finished speaking, another shadow appeared in the sky.
Countless drones swarmed together like bees, and as soon as they leaped over the city, they fearlessly charged at the airship.
Their numbers are virtually endless, and even with the airships' formidable firepower, they cannot be completely wiped out.
Once they get close to their target, they will self-destruct, creating a huge fireball in the air. In the blink of an eye, the terrifying heat will melt the target's armor and hull.
"Under the power of annihilation, the attacked airship will leave almost no wreckage, so there's no need to worry about wreckage injuring people," a bishop laughed.
"But the tin cans they leave behind are another story."
Fireballs fell to the ground, their surfaces engulfed in flames, yet they did not obstruct the bishops' view.
They saw through the true nature of the Fire Meteors: they were airdrop pods with sacred patterns painted on their surfaces, filled with fully armed Christian guards.
Numerous airdropped pods crashed into the city, causing continuous tremors and loud bangs, sending residents into a panicked frenzy...
This was how it should have been, but the Blood God Cult had already prepared a response.
On the other side of the city, the laws of the Styx have long been rooted here, secretly connecting with their spirits without their sight.
When it detects widespread panic among citizens, it begins to issue instructions in an orderly manner.
To all citizens...
In an instant, the expressions of the citizens who had been quite panicked changed, turning into zombie-like expressionless faces.
They no longer ran around like headless flies, but instead ran in an orderly fashion towards the underground shelter—even though most of them were unaware that the Blood God Cult had secretly built this thing.
So, the escorting soldiers who had just left the airdrop pod witnessed this scene:
The crowd surged like sardines, but as they passed, they quickly and orderly split into two streams, making way for them.
Strangely, everyone's face was expressionless, and they wouldn't even glance at them as they passed by.
"What... what's going on?"
"I don't know, could it be that it's being controlled by someone?"
"Never mind all that. We only have one mission: take out the target, and then retreat."
The Guardians of the Faith began their advance, and then, around the corner, they encountered the Blood God Cult's garrison.
The two sides exchanged a glance, said nothing, and then picked up their weapons and started fighting.
"Heretics, die!"
"You are the heretics, die!"
Leaving aside the close-quarters combat in the streets and alleys, on the high platform in the square, several bishops hadn't even left their spots when the bodies of the papal guards were already scattered all around them.
"These apostolic guards are truly the elite of the church; they are of superior quality. Excellent, excellent."
A bishop casually cast a blood spell, turning the pool of blood on the ground into a trap.
"To be fair, it is true." A bishop who was proficient in necromancy nodded, and the corpses of the Guardians of the Church rose to their feet.
Even with a large number of Christian defenders arriving, they still seemed to handle the situation with ease, as if they were not under any pressure.
"By the way, what should we do with those two in the audience?"
Everyone below the stage ran to take refuge, leaving only a young girl and an old man. Something seemed wrong.
The bishops weren't fools. When they realized they couldn't see through the two people in the audience, they became wary and called for reinforcements from the church.
Within the Blood God Cult, their status was already quite high. Above them, besides elders like Fan Jinlin and Yuanping, and Elena, was Mo Di, the Blood God himself.
Naturally, they turned to Modi for help.
Adhering to the fine tradition of "beating the young to bring in the old," Modi quickly responded.
"So many people showing up for a public execution? Is this the Marineford War? Never mind, let me see what's going on..."
What do you mean by "half an immortal has arrived on the other side"?
On the high platform, the girl appeared beside the boy at some unknown time, gently picked him up, and whispered in his ear, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Upon hearing this voice, the one-to-one replica of Ling Hao trembled. Due to some kind of instinct engraved in his genes, he, who should have no emotions, actually felt fear.
A fear of the girl in front of him.