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Chapter 699: Clash of Two Gods
The bony fin exploded.
Dark energy surged from the gaps between each bone fin.
It's not a ray.
It's not a beam of light.
It's a wave.
Darkness spread out from Leviathan's back in circular ripples.
One circle within another.
It's like throwing a boulder big enough to swallow the world into frozen air.
The ripples are pressed down on both sides at the same time.
On the left is Chenye.
The one on the right is Luffy.
There is no main direction to focus on.
Im abandoned precision hunting.
Trading coverage for certainty.
The ripples rolled over, and Chenye had to block them, as did Luffy.
Chen Ye could block it.
Luffy can't be stopped.
That's scheming.
Chen Ye made his decision in the blink of an eye.
He raised his right hand, and Apollo's golden flame poured from his palm.
It did not coalesce into a fist or a spear.
Lay it out directly.
The crimson flames were compressed into an arc, transforming into a red-hot dome that completely enveloped the ice rock behind Luffy.
Ripples collided with the golden flame dome.
The contact surface emitted a sharp hiss, the darkness evaporated in the scorching heat, and the golden flames thinned as they were devoured.
Chen Ye did not replenish his strength.
The dome only needs to withstand the first peak.
His attention was no longer on defense.
The giant, golden-black body moved.
The hundred-meter-tall divine body charged forward on its own initiative, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the ice field beneath its feet.
Chen Ye did not take a detour or seek out flanks.
He chose the most direct approach.
front.
Darkness surged from Erebus's right arm, coalescing into a jet-black wedge-shaped shield, which plunged fiercely into the center of the oncoming dark ripples.
It's not a block.
Yes, that's it.
Darkness cuts through darkness.
The forces of the same origin clashed violently at the contact surface, tearing open a rift just large enough for the giant body to pass through.
The moment Chenye passed through the rift, the darkness in his right arm dissipated.
His palm was now filled with pure crimson gold divine flames.
He struck Leviathan's chest with golden flames.
Two colossal figures, each over 100 meters tall.
First head-on collision.
The sound disappeared.
All sounds around were erased by the shockwave.
The ice layer within a radius of several miles turned to dust in an instant, and a white dust storm raged outward from the point of impact.
A piece of the edge of the red earth continent was cut off.
The rubble, dragged along an exhausted arc, plunged into the distant sea.
A deep trench, large enough to swallow giant warships, stretched from the point of impact towards the coast.
The ice field is crying.
The sound returned three breaths after the aftershocks subsided.
First came the rumble of the earth, then the cracking of the ice, and finally the muffled sound of the storm whipping up shards of ice.
Chenye's right fist was still pressed against Leviathan's chest.
The scales were dented several inches.
It's not broken.
Dark gold patterns flowed wildly in the dent, repairing the damage from the collision.
Chen Ye didn't give it time to be repaired.
He withdrew his fist.
Change targets.
The left fist came down from below and hit Leviathan squarely in the jaw.
The golden flames burrowed into the gaps the moment the fist made contact with the scales, like molten iron being poured into a crack.
Leviathan's dark gold patterns responded immediately, surging from all directions towards the invaded area and beginning to devour it in reverse.
First breath.
The patterns swallowed up 30% of the golden flames.
Second breath.
60%.
The third breath.
Chen Ye has left.
He withdrew all the golden flames that had seeped into the cracks, leaving not a single one.
The dark gold patterns that were devouring suddenly lost their target, and the flowing rhythm went blank for a moment.
Just this one moment.
Darkness surged from Chenye's left palm, not to attack, but to precisely intercept the node where the pattern was spinning.
It's like stuffing a nail into a rotating gear.
The dark gold patterns on Leviathan's throat became sluggish.
Less than half a breath.
But Chen Ye saw it.
Just like when he first tested the waters.
At the junction of the throat and chest, the lines will pause briefly when absorbing external force.
Last time it was observation.
This is for verification.
The pattern has been confirmed.
Leviathan noticed it too.
Its blood-red eyes suddenly contracted, and a hint of shock and anger, not belonging to a wild beast, flashed deep within its pupils.
That was Im's consciousness.
It discovered that its devouring rhythm was being exploited.
Leviathan roared.
The sound waves shattered nearby ice fragments into dust.
The behemoth stopped using its mouth and instead turned around, its tail sweeping across from the side.
It was not a precision strike.
The area is to be cleared.
The thick, dark-scaled tail, carrying a dark current, compressed the air into a visible white arc in its wake.
Chen Ye didn't flash.
He chose not to flash.
The giant tail slammed head-on into his golden-black body.
Golden flames exploded at the point of contact, shattering the dark barrier with the impact.
Chen Ye was swept back, his feet carving two deep furrows, each dozens of miles long, into the ice field.
The shattered ice and pebbles created two gray-white walls on either side.
back.
It kept retreating.
But Chenye's retreat did not get out of control.
His hands didn't stop moving as he was being swept away.
Erebus's darkness coalesced into several golden-black chains, which shot from his palms and precisely wrapped around the bony fins on Leviathan's back.
The chains tighten.
Leviathan's head was forcibly pulled to one side.
It intended to re-target Luffy after sweeping away Chenye, and its blood-red giant eye had just begun to turn towards the ice rock.
However, the head that was being pulled was unable to turn.
The viewpoint was forced to shift away from Luffy's position.
Im's voice came from the depths of Leviathan, suppressing his anger.
"you"
One word.
Chen Ye didn't let him say the second one.
He stopped backing away.
At the end of the deep ravine, the ice field was cracked radially by the force of his standing.
The gold and black chains were still wrapped around the bony fins.
He used the chain as a point of leverage, and the recoil propelled him back.
It moves three times faster than when it was swept away.
Leviathan opened its gaping maw of abyss.
A dark torrent erupted from deep within his throat.
It's not compressed rays, it's a torrent with an extremely wide dispersion.
The pitch-black liquid flames mixed with fragments of dark gold law devoured the air along the way, and even the broken ice was sucked in and turned into nothingness.
Chen Ye did not block it head-on.
He sank.
The entire golden-black behemoth plummeted like a stone, the torrent grazing past its shoulder.
Dark flames licked across his left shoulder, leaving a scorch mark on the golden flame barrier at the point of contact, but it was not penetrated.
The torrent swept over his head and pierced through a distant iceberg.
The iceberg has not melted.
It was swallowed up.
An entire iceberg, along with the rocks and permafrost inside, vanished into thin air in the torrent, leaving only a neatly shaped depression.
Chen Ye locked onto the target during his descent.
After Leviathan spews its torrent, the lines in its throat will stop.
Half a breath.
Only half a breath.
His fall stopped abruptly in mid-air.
With palms facing upwards, crimson-gold divine flames condensed, stretched, and took shape.
A long spear made of crimson gold.
The temperature at the spear tip burned the surrounding air into distorted heat waves, and golden flames flowed along the spear, like living things.
The Leviathan flood has just ended.
The throat lines are in a stagnant, semi-breathless state.
Chen Ye made his move.
The crimson spear pierced through from below at an angle, its tip precisely striking the outside of Leviathan's throat.
It is precisely the area where the texture is sluggish.
The golden flames exploded the moment they pierced through.
It's not an external explosion.
It was an implosion.
The crimson flames burrowed into the inner wall of the throat through the gaps in the scales, directly burning away deep tissues before the dark gold patterns could regain their devouring function.
Leviathan let out a deafening roar.
It wasn't a roar.
It was a howl of pain.
This sound has not been heard on this land since ancient times.
The sound waves caused radial cracks in the ice layer within a radius of tens of miles, and the eardrums of retreating Allied soldiers in the distance were ruptured, with blood flowing from their ears.
The scales around the throat were burned through.
A wound the size of a fist.
The edges were charred black, and dark gold patterns flickered wildly around the wound, but could not be covered immediately.
Dark blood mist gushed from the wound.
It wasn't red blood.
It was a black fog, carrying the scorching smell of metal.
Im's voice came from the depths of Levimont.
the first time.
It's not sarcasm.
This is not a verdict.
It hurts.
It was rage.
"you!!!"
Im's voice.
Pain.
fury.
Two emotions were intertwined.
The spear struck.
It hit the real sore spot.
The area outside the throat is the point where Leviathan absorbs external forces, and it is also a weak point that cannot be completely covered by defense.
Chen Ye has been found.
Behind the ice and rocks in the distance.
Luffy gripped the first-generation divine weapon tightly.
The golden divine power bestowed by Chen Ye has been completely integrated into his body.
It's not a mixture, not an overlay, it's a convergence.
At the end of the bridge paved with golden power, Luffy's remaining Nika White Flame reignited.
A white light shone from the hilt to the tip of the sword.
There were no breaks, no dimming; the entire sword was glowing.
The cracks on the sword were covered by a double layer of golden light and white flames. The forging patterns from eight hundred years ago were like a lit fuse, burning all the way from the guard to the blade.
Luffy didn't move.
He stared at Leviathan's throat.
The fist-sized wound was still spitting out dark blood mist, the surrounding scales were charred black, and the dark gold patterns were flashing wildly but could not be repaired.
Luffy saw it.
His eyes shone frighteningly bright in the white light.
But his feet didn't move.
He is waiting.
Let Chen Ye widen that flaw even further.
Zoro stood at the highest point of the ice rock.
He figured it out.
Luffy is gathering his strength.
The power is in place; all that's needed is the right moment to strike.
A larger window.
Zoro draws his sword.
The sword was drawn half an inch from its sheath.
A remnant of the Knights of God attempted to flank Luffy around the ice rocks and pounce on his back.
The man wore tattered dark gold armor, held a broken spear, and his movements became frantic with despair.
Zoro's sword didn't touch him.
It is a scabbard.
Zoro swung his sword with the scabbard, striking the man squarely in the faceplate.
The armor mask was dented by the impact, and the man didn't even have time to scream. He was sent flying and crashed into a pile of broken ice in the distance, where he lay motionless.
Zoro sheathed his sword and turned his gaze back to the battlefield.
Below the ice rock, Chopper crouched beside Luffy.
His hoof was clutching the last vial of medicine.
The liquid in the glass tube is deep red; it's a concentrated cardiac stimulant.
The side effect is that muscle fibers can contract excessively in a short period of time, leading to tearing.
Luffy's over-recovered muscles have begun to spasm slightly.
These spasms can affect the eruption at crucial moments.
Chopper didn't hesitate.
He injected the medicine into Luffy's right shoulder.
The moment the needle pierced his arm, Luffy's arm twitched.
The deep red liquid was injected, and the spasming muscles were forcibly relaxed under the action of the drug, and the muscle fibers were rearranged.
pain.
Luffy gritted his teeth, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
But his hands became steadyer.
The original divine weapon no longer trembled.
The sword tip remained motionless, pointing directly at Leviathan's throat.
The battlefield above the ice field has changed once again.
Chenye and Leviathan simultaneously soared into the sky.
It wasn't one after the other, it was simultaneous.
The two colossal figures, like two shooting stars heading in opposite directions, collided once more under the gray sky.
This time there were no fists, no claws.
It was a pure clash of forces.
Chenye's golden-black divine flames and Leviathan's pitch-black demonic energy intertwined at the point of collision, forming a giant vortex.
The mixture of light and darkness, like a slowly rotating star, devoured everything around it.
The clouds were torn apart.
The air was sucked out.
The light was distorted.
The vortex is expanding.
It begins to press downwards.
The sea surface was pushed back by the aftershocks, and seawater gushed out from the cracks in the ice, only to be pushed back by even greater pressure in the next second, forming a water wall tens of meters high.
The cracks in the ice field continued to spread from the center of the battlefield toward the royal palace.
It is getting wider and deeper.
In some places, the rocks beneath the ice can already be seen.
In the royal palace.
The alarm bells have rung.
Yaruru held the bell rope in his own hands.
The arms of the old patriarch of the giant race were trembling.
It's not because of fear.
It is power.
The bell tolled deep and long, echoing throughout Elbaf.
With each tap, Yaruru's mouth opens and closes once.
He is giving orders.
All the giant civilians evacuated to deeper underground shelters.
It's not a royal palace cellar.
It's a deeper place.
An ancient refuge from the solar age, deep beneath layers of rock that even the aftershocks of Leviathan could not penetrate.
The giant warriors began their operation.
They no longer look at the sky.
The battlefield is not for ordinary people.
They picked up the children and carried the elderly on their backs, running down the ancient passageway into the underground.
high altitude.
Chen Ye stared at Leviathan's throat from the center of the vortex.
The wound is still there.
But things are changing.
Dark blood mist covered the burned wound, and dark gold patterns grew inward from the edge of the wound.
The repair speed is extremely fast; new dark gold patterns grow from the edges of the charred scales.
The breach is being sealed off.