Chapter 220 - Chapter 222 (1/2)
The slaughter continued. The army of Gotei quickly made their way through the nobles and their guards like butter through a knife. They were highly efficient, scary efficient and brutal as every person was a kill without mercy. If some noble was left alive but badly hurt, they didn't finish their job, they just let them bleed out on the ground and die in a pool of their own blood.
As this all happened, Bradley stood outside Kong's door. He knocked three times with great force. His knocking put three dents into the door that was supposed to be made out of incredibly hard steel.
”Come on in!” Kong's voice came from inside. His eyes met Kong's who sat behind his desk with his arms crossed on the table. He was watching Bradley walk up until he stood in front of the desk.
”Never did I believe I would have to do this with you. This just shows how soft I've become by sitting up here on this mountain.” Kong said.
”If it's any consolation to you. Sengoku and Garp had no idea either.”
”It's not! Let us begin before I become too weak to continue.” Kong delivered a quick kick to his desk. The desk was sliced in two before it reached Bradley.
”Quick as always,” Kong glanced at the sword sitting comfortably in Bradley's sheath.
”Would you have expected anything else?”
”Not really,” Kong and Bradley moved against each other and their initial clash brought down the walls around them. A storm was brough about by their fight and everyone around the Holy land felt the ground shaking.
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Amell and Shanks stood in front of a pair of gigantic white doors. Amell placed a hand on Shanks's shoulder, ”Are you ready, boy?”
”Yes, I am, master!”
”Then let's not delay any longer.” Amell drew a breath and blew on the doors and they flew off their hinges with great force, almost like dynamite had exploded. The two of them walked inside the most important room in this castle.
”Portgas D Amell! What is the meaning of this?” At the bottom of the long winding staircase leading up to a throne stood the five elders. Before the throne, stood an incredibly tall individual that was staring down at the uninvited guests.
”Answer us, Amell! Unlike the boy, you have no right to step in this place!” Another elder said angerly. They stood ready to fight, but Amell spared them not a single glance.
”Oh, the world has had enough of you, won't you die already.” With a wave of his hand, the five elders fell down on the floor, dead, with broken necks. ”Good riddance.” He said and lowered his hand. He looked at the person standing before the throne and their eyes met.
”I saw this day come!” A pure, almost angelic feminine voice escaped the person. Shanks narrowed his eyes and Amell chuckled lightly.
”I am the inevitable, Im! You invited me to play in your game, and look where it got you.” The pressure coming off of Im's stare would make Admirals go mad. But, here stood Amell and Shanks unafraid by that very gaze.