The faint blue light emanating from the sword was like a dangerous warning light, constantly stirring up Monet's nerves.
A dangerous sword.
The master holding the sword is also in danger.
Monet instantly realized that the skeleton in front of her also had the power to threaten her.
"Damn..."
Monet, who didn't want to think too much, took action decisively.
The large amount of chill that had accumulated in the body suddenly gathered in Monet's mouth along his throat.
"snowstorm!"
Monet opened his mouth and blew out a stream of cold wind covered with snowflakes, covering the large fan-shaped area where Brooke was.
This kind of power is far inferior to the Ice Age of Aokiji, but it can also pull the huge underground port into the ice and snow in an instant.
"It's such a spectacular heavy snowfall, I'm going to get goosebumps, although I don't have goosebumps, yo ho ho..."
Seeing the blizzard approaching, Brooke stepped forward instead of retreating and strode into the wind and snow.
"Yo ho ho..."
The unique laughter was instantly drowned out by the sound of wind and snow.
Looking at Brooke's actions, Monet frowned.
The strongest move clearly engulfed the enemy, but for some reason, there was no excitement, but a vague feeling that something was wrong.
laugh-
Sudden.
Among the howling of the blizzard, there were other sounds.
Monet was shocked.
Just to see a huge hole ripped open by the raging snowstorm.
No.
It should be said that a big gash was cut out.
Immediately afterwards, Monet's temples tingled slightly, and he suddenly felt danger.
In the white blizzard that caught his eyes, a sharp sword light suddenly appeared, reaching its peak.
Monet opened his eyes wide.
After reacting, the sword light he had just seen had disappeared without a trace.
"Qiang—"
Then, the sound of a sword being sheathed came from behind.
"Yo ho ho, the song of plundering. Snow chop."
Then, it was Brooke who read out the name of the move just now.
However, the act of saying the name of the move after completing the move seemed to be a declaration of victory.
Listen to the sound of being sheathed, and listen to Brooke's declaration.
Monet seemed to understand something, and a confused look slowly appeared on his face.
laugh-
In front of Monet, a burst of blood suddenly spattered.
"Not armed color..."
"But... I... was beheaded?"
"Why...can I cut..."
"Um?"
“It’s so cold…”
"Eh?"
"Why am I cold..."
"Well, it hurts."
Suddenly, various doubts arose in Monet's mind.
She slowly lowered her head and looked at the wound slashed by the Soul Sword.
But he was shocked to find that around the long and narrow wound across the belly of the snow body, there was actually a layer of dark blue ice floating like clusters of will-o'-the-wisps.
"Ice on the snow?"
Monet was stunned and even more confused.
But her doubts obviously could not be answered.
The strength of the body was lost along with the blood, and the consciousness gradually began to blur.
With strong unwillingness, Monet fell to the ground, but he still had a breath left.
As she fell to the ground, the blizzard she had created stopped at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In this battle, only one move will determine the outcome.
The power from the underworld is beginning to show its might.
"Excuse me, beautiful lady."
Brooke's empty eyes stared quietly at Monet lying on the snow.
The blood flowed out from under Monet, and against the backdrop of the white snow, it was a very dazzling bright red.
"A very beautiful attack. It not only cut through Blizzard, but also cut through her snow body. You are really getting better and better now, Brooke."
Maude's unstinting praise came from behind at the right time.
"Yo ho ho!"
Brooke turned around, looked at Maud who was smiling, and said implicitly: "Captain, thank you very much. It is the Soul Sword's credit. It just restrained this young lady's ability."
The reason why he was able to cut through Blizzard and Monet's snowy body just now was not because of his armament, but because of the soul-destroying sword in his hand that glowed with a ghostly blue light, as if it came from under the underworld.
When his underworld aura echoes with the Soul Sword, it can inspire a chill that transcends ice and snow.
Although Brooke is not very clear, but...
He felt that the chill might be the power from Huangquan.
Moreover, under the influence of Maude's thinking and imagination, Brooke no longer simply regards the Underworld Fruit as an ability that can only be used for resurrection.
According to Maud.
Now, he has lost his flesh and blood and bones, and has lost all the characteristics that a living thing should have.
But he is still alive, able to eat, drink, pee and sleep.
This is enough to explain.
The Underworld Fruit is a rare ability.
Unlike other devil fruits that require biological genes as a carrier, it resides directly in the soul and changes things invisibly.
Under the influence of Maude's concept, Brooke began to feel that just using the coldness of the underworld to hurt the enemy's soul was not a special ability.
Perhaps as the ability deepens, it may lead to higher-level soul abilities.
He is looking forward to the arrival of [Awakening].
Although it is very difficult...
"It's good to be humble, but don't be too humble, Brooke."
Mod looked at the Sword of Souls in Brook's hand and smiled: "You have to understand that the source of this power comes from you, and it is because of you that this sword can be called the Sword of Souls."
"Captain..."
Brooke was slightly startled, then filled with joy.
"Yo ho ho!"
He smiled happily to receive such praise from Maud.
Yes.
He will continue to move forward on the road to becoming stronger.
Evolve the power of the underworld to the situation that Maude once mentioned.
In this way, Fang lived up to the captain's expectations.
The wind and snow stopped.
There is still a chill in the underground port.
Maude came to the king of the Dontata tribe.
"Everyone, let me help you resolve the crisis."
"So… "
"As a courtesy, could you do me a favor?"
Maud gets right to the point.
Chapter 406 Healing Fruit
Before coming to Dressrosa, Mod was worried about how to get help from the little human princess Dong Dada.
After all, it is a matter of life loss.
Often, it's difficult to get a response.
certainly.
It would be a different matter if tough measures were taken.
It's just that the Dontata tribe are not pirates who do all kinds of evil, nor are they a slave-catching team that has abandoned their humanity. How can Mod use strong methods against the Dontata tribe.
If the hard one doesn't work, you can only use the soft one.
That's what Maud originally planned.
But he didn't expect that he would come all the way to help the Dongtata tribe resolve a huge crisis.
In this way, the problem is easily solved.
Maude, who had no psychological burden at all, went straight to the point and made demands directly to the Dontata clan.
"I need the ability of your princess to help my two elders recover their severed limbs."
"!!!"
After hearing Maude's request, everyone in the Dontata clan who had not yet recovered from the situation they had been rescued in the animal cage looked at Maude with a surprised look.
After one of his arms was cut off by Monet, the pale old clan leader Gan Qiao looked up at Mod.
Although he was surprised that Maud would suddenly make such a request, Gancho quickly calmed down.
He endured the severe pain and stood up tremblingly.
Seeing this, the members of the little Dongdada tribe next to him carefully helped Gan Qiao.
Tick tock, tick tock—
A little blood dripped from Gan Qiao's broken arm.
Even if you apply the plant-based hemostatic ointment specially made by the Dontata tribe, it will take a certain amount of time to completely stop the bleeding.
Gan Qiao was already an old man, but now that one of his arms had been cut off, it became extremely difficult to stand up.
But he gritted his teeth and stood up.
"You, you are the benefactor of our Dongtata tribe..."
Gan Qiao looked up at Maud outside the animal cage and said feebly: "Because of emotions and reasons, no matter what the benefactor's request is, we Dongtata clan should do our best to do it, but..."