"I'll leave these guys to you."
Atlas ignored it and walked straight up to the depths of Mariejois.
"..."
Several people had veins popping out on their foreheads. They just clenched their fists, feeling powerless rising from deep within their hearts, without making any unnecessary movements.
Although the arrogance of the man in front of them made them unhappy, after rational analysis, they finally came to the conclusion: they couldn't beat him.
Judging from the momentum just now, this man has become stronger again!
Sometimes, the ceiling is completely different from what is above the ceiling!
Just like the gap between the Yonko, the All-Stars, and the Four Sweet Commanders, it's like a chasm!
"Step aside!"
Atlas looked coldly at the five old guys lined up in a row and continued to walk forward. The terrifying Conqueror's Haki moved with the wind, shaking out dark cracks on the ground.
Like puppets on strings, the few people who were tit-for-tat just now subconsciously took a half step back to make way for a wide path.
clatter--!
After passing a few people, Atlas paused, turned his head, and sneered at Saint Nusjuro: "Ha~"
Although he didn't say much, the strong aura of ridicule that hit his face made Nusjuro couldn't help but draw his sword.
Fortunately, after all, he had been at the pinnacle of world power for many years, so he still had this in him. With trembling hands, he suppressed the murderous intention in his heart.
With a sneer, Atlas stepped forward without looking back, towards the brightly lit abyss.
Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Atlas watch in the distance, and then he took a long breath and relaxed.
The feeling just now was like being watched by some ferocious large animal.
Even if their physiques have reached a level that can tear tigers and leopards alive, under that kind of pressure, they are still like weak ordinary people.
Nusjuro gritted his teeth and said: "This guy's pressure is like... It makes me face Lord Im directly, and I don't have the courage to take action."
"Then...where is Master Im?!"
Ju Peter looked a little heavy.
"Don't forget, that thing is still in Lord Im's hands." Nusjuro looked at the Marines confronting them with burning eyes. "Our top priority now should be these rebels..."
Although they are still in their prime, the Marine opposite them is in his prime.
They are in high positions and have been trained for a long time to stop these Marines...
Everyone was silent.
To be honest, they really don't have this certainty.
"Come on out, we do need your help, as you said."
Saint Ju Peter's voice echoed around, and the air rippled like water.
A CP0 agent gently pulled his hand to the side, and a door appeared out of thin air!
First, one foot stepped out, and then a black cloak was exposed to the air.
His face couldn't be seen clearly, most of his face was shrouded in shadow, a few strands of hair were scattered on his forehead, and a faint red light caught the sight of all Marines.
"Thank you so much for helping me find Gryphon, Saint Ju Peter."
Under Marine's gaze, a human face with three deep claw marks appeared, with a seemingly free and easy smile on the corner of his mouth. The lower body was wearing colorful trousers, exuding the aura of a king.
"Shanks!"
Akainu's eyes narrowed and a name blurted out.
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On the other side, Atlas slowly climbed over half of Mariejois. Under the cover of Conqueror's Haki, the ground was full of guards and slaves.
As the steps progressed, the embarrassed figures lying on the ground seemed to be affected by human levitation, their bodies were pulled, and they gathered in a certain direction in the sky.
There was a floating island there that he raised.
If a fight breaks out later, he won't have the energy to take care of these ordinary people. After all, he hasn't figured out the so-called Im's path yet.
And what exactly are the Celestial Dragons' national treasures that Sengoku calls them?
While thinking, while deeply exploring this holy place that has been under construction for 800 years, a huge garden slowly emerged.
This is a garden that is a little too beautiful. The warm spring sunshine is shining down, the fragrance of flowers is rushing into your nose, and the beautiful flowers and plants are all blooming in the haze.
His eyes moved slightly, and a figure wearing a white robe and a three-fingered crown stood in the center of the garden, leaving Atlas a figure who was not very strong.
She has a tall figure, a head taller than Atlas, but the graceful figure behind her easily reveals her gender.
"You have an aura that doesn't belong to this world."
The woman turned around, revealing her cold ringed eyes, and spoke in a calm tone.
Atlas looked at the other party unscrupulously.
The body under the loose robe seemed a little thin, the nose was twitching, and a slight smell of fragrance mixed with a stench could be detected.
A pale face with scarlet ringed eyes.
It looks a bit like the Ōtsutsuki clan.
"Eight hundred years should be quite a long time, right?"
Atlas laughed.
Sure enough, it is impossible to achieve true immortality just by relying on the Op-Op Fruit.
A body that has lasted eight hundred years, no matter how powerful it is, cannot remain intact. The so-called immortality surgery may only delay death.
Apart from gods, who else in this world can achieve true immortality?
Not even pure gold!
"To me, it's just yesterday's flower. Life has no meaning to me anymore."
Im looked up at the dazzling sunlight and smiled for the first time in a long time. "Perhaps I am a life that should not have existed in this world. I am just a deformed species created by some humans who tried to steal God's authority."
She suddenly stretched out her tender white arms, which looked particularly pale under the sunlight. A dancing butterfly fell down and instantly turned into gray and black, floating down freely and turning into plump ingredients.
"Maybe, every life in this world may have its own meaning, but -"
Atlas shrugged his shoulders, with a hint of ferocity on his face, "So what? I don't care about the truth eight hundred years ago. Now, I just want to beat you to death!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the straight suit that originally fit him suddenly exploded, and the anaconda-knotted muscles expanded instantly. The rich Haki soaked into every fascia, and confusing patterns were outlined on his back.
A little giant, half a head taller than Im, suddenly appeared, looking down at the man behind the scenes for eight hundred years!
"If I beat you all to death, the truth won't matter anymore!!"
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