Chapter 259: God Valley 37

Chapter 259: Chapter 259: God Valley 37

A sudden downpour fell, as if drawing the final curtain on this battle of the end.

The cold rain washed over the scorched earth and bloodstains, attempting to cleanse the sins and madness of this land.

The battlefield was quietly buried by the curtain of rain between heaven and earth; the life-and-death struggle came to an end, and all the smoke and roars turned into a heavy, deathly silence amidst the dense sound of rain.

After the strongest blow that exhausted everything, the three men standing at the apex of the era all collapsed into the mud of the rain.

Rainwater slid down his cheeks, bringing a hint of chill.

Rocks’ heavy eyelids flickered and slowly opened.

His vision was blurred, and every inch of bone and every muscle in his body was letting out a cry of impending collapse.

But... his consciousness was clearer than ever before.

Unable to move, Rocks felt the condition of his body and thought to himself: Is it... broken... that damn curse... He turned his eyes with difficulty and, through the rain curtain, saw Roger and Garp lying in the mud not far away.

Their chests were still rising and falling slightly, but they were clearly completely exhausted and unconscious, having lost all ability to move.

Rocks tried to move his body, but found he couldn’t even lift a finger.

The total exhaustion of his Haki, combined with the severe trauma to his body, left him with only a final trace of stray strength to maintain his consciousness and prevent it from immediately dissipating.

He stared blankly at the grey sky where rain lines continued to fall; rainwater fell into his eyes and flowed down mixed with some kind of warm liquid.

Rocks (thinking): Still... alive... this island... and me... The brief clarity and peace did not last long.

Amidst the rain, two obscure figures appeared like soul-reaping ghosts within Rocks’ Observation Haki perception. They walked toward the center of this final battlefield.

Galin Saint and Mafi of the God’s Knights were ordered to clear the last survivors of God Valley. Especially to confirm the "extinction" of the last bloodline of the davy clan.

Collapsed in the mud, a cold sense of powerlessness rose in Rocks’ heart.

Rocks (thinking): Ah... not good... Hey... Roger... Garp... run... You... can’t die here... He wanted to shout, to warn them, but he didn’t even have the strength to make a sound.

Rocks looked at Galin, who had already walked to his side. Knowing his impending fate, he thanked them in his heart:

Right... I forgot to say... thank you... for stopping my rampage... His gaze crossed the rain curtain, looking toward the coast where a pinkish-purple light had once soared into the sky.

Rocks (thinking): And... Linlin... thank you... for stopping me... from killing my own wife and child... Galin Saint came to Rocks’ side, rain sliding down his exquisite face.

He lowered his head, looking down at this former sea hegemon who once commanded the winds and clouds and had embarrassed him, but who was now like a broken doll lying in the mud; a look of disdain appeared in his eyes.

So what if he was stronger? In the end, he was just a soul about to die under his blade.

He held the longsword with both hands, the tip of the blade aimed above Rocks’ heart.

"The last bloodline of the davy clan, Rocks—no, it should be Davi D. Xebec—vanish completely right here!"

As his voice fell, the tip of the sword flashed with a cold light and suddenly stabbed down!

Bang—!!!!

A heavy, dull boom rang out—not the sound of a blade entering flesh, but the roar of some heavy object striking metal at a terrifying speed!

Galin Saint didn’t have time to see what happened; he only felt an irresistible, massive force smash violently against the blade in his hand!

The longsword let out an overburdened wail, and along with it, his entire being instantly turned into a blurred afterimage, flying back dozens of meters and smashing heavily into a pile of collapsed Rocks, splashing water and rubble everywhere!

The rain curtain was briefly torn open by this sudden impact.

A tall figure stood beside Rocks. Pinkish-purple long hair clung wetly to her back, and the giant ’Nothingness’ pointed diagonally at the ground, rainwater gathering into a stream along the blade.

Charlotte Linlin looked down, casting a disgusted glance at the dying Rocks in the mud, then looked up toward the rock pile, her tone carrying unabashed mockery:

"I mean, this guy is my Captain after all. Even if he’s going to die, it should be with some fanfare. How can his head be taken by trash like you who only knows how to scavenge?"

"Cough, cough..." The rock pile exploded, and Galin Saint stood up somewhat disheveled, his magnificent armor stained with mud, and the arm holding the sword trembling slightly. A flash of shock and anger appeared in his eyes as he stared fixedly at Charlotte Linlin.

"There’s... still a fish that escaped the net? No, it’s you... Charlotte Linlin! You actually dare to come back?!"

He quickly sensed her condition, and a cold smile curled at the corners of his mouth: "However, your current state doesn’t seem too good either, does it?"

Linlin indeed carried a clear aura of fatigue; although her presence was still powerful, it was not as flawless and perfect as it was at its peak.

Whether it was the half of her stamina spent earlier to slay Samaz, or the battles with Garp and Rocks, and then striking that heaven-tilting, terrifying blow... since stepping onto God Valley, she had been either fighting or on the way to a fight.

"Hmph," Charlotte Linlin snorted, shouldering ’Nothingness’. Despite her poor condition, her overbearing aura did not diminish in the slightest.

"My state isn’t great, that’s true. But dealing with a scavenger like you who only takes advantage of others isn’t a problem."

"Hehe, how arrogant!" Galin Saint laughed in anger, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Since you’ve come to seek death yourself, then I’ll deal with you as well! I couldn’t beat your Captain, but can’t I handle an officer like you who’s in such a poor state?!"

With those words, his wrist flicked, and a sharp, swift sword qi wrapped in Armament Haki tore through the rain!

Charlotte Linlin’s eyes sharpened, and she was about to swing her blade to block—

Clang!!!

Another giant naginata cut in horizontally, accurately striking that silver sword qi and shattering it!

The force of the vibration spread, turning the surrounding rain into a finer mist.

"Hmm?" Charlotte Linlin and Galin Saint looked sideways at the same time.

A similarly tall figure had stood beside Charlotte Linlin at some point, holding Murakumogiri, his white Captain’s coat fluttering in the rain; it was Whitebeard Newgate!

"Newgate? You haven’t left yet?" Charlotte Linlin raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

Newgate did not answer immediately. He slowly withdrew Murakumogiri, his gaze sweeping over the dying Rocks on the ground, then looked at the two grim-faced God’s Knights opposite him, before finally saying in a deep voice:

"...Anyway, I was still a bit uneasy, so I came back to check."

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