Devil Fruit: Invincible from the Tremor-Tremor Fruit

The whole city is covered with golden armor.

Amid the sounds of fighting in the royal city, Mu Bai ordered coldly: "Go and break through the first layer of defense first, Old Shamingo, you go."

"Yes, sir!"

"Yes, sir!!"

The two led their troops in from the left and right.

The royal city was filled with a solemn atmosphere.

Doflamingo stood on the top of the castle, overlooking the densely packed vampire soldiers below, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

With the slight tremor of his fingers, countless transparent threads as thin as silk burst out from his fingertips. These threads seemed to have life, dancing in the air flexibly, and quickly spreading in all directions.

"Let's start my game."

The vampire soldiers did not take these seemingly fragile threads seriously at first, but when they coiled up like spirit snakes, the soldiers realized how terrible these threads were.

Not only are they tough and hard to break, but they also seem to be able to see through people's hearts, always finding the flaws of the soldiers and binding them tightly.

"How can it not be cut?!"

The vampire soldiers were a little surprised.

A cruel smile appeared on Doflamingo's lips, as if he was enjoying this one-sided slaughter.

With a flick of his finger, the vampire soldiers entangled in the silk threads were thrown into the air mercilessly like puppets being manipulated, and then fell heavily.

Screams were heard one after another throughout the royal city. Under the control of the silk threads, the vampire soldiers were like lambs to be slaughtered, unable to resist.

Their weapons flew out of their hands, and their bodies were tightly wrapped in the silk threads, unable to move.

Doflamingo's eyes became colder and colder. He seemed to have become the master of this royal city, wantonly suppressing these once invincible vampire soldiers.

Under his control, the silk threads were like the sickle of the god of death, ruthlessly harvesting lives.

The vampire soldiers gathered under the castle, their faces full of anger and unwillingness, but they were helpless.

These silk threads could not be cut at all.

Doflamingo had a mocking smile on his face.

He looked around, his eyes swept across the faces of every vampire soldier, as if he was watching a good show.

"Humph, the so-called vampire soldiers are nothing more than this."

Doflamingo's voice was cold and contemptuous, echoing in the empty square.

"Don't you claim to have endless vitality and powerful strength? How come you are like a group of lambs to be slaughtered, without any resistance?"

His words were like a sharp knife, piercing deeply into the hearts of the vampire soldiers.

They stared at Doflamingo angrily, but they couldn't refute.

Because they knew that they were indeed defeated by this man, and he used silk threads to manipulate and suppress them wantonly.

Doflamingo continued to taunt: "Shouldn't you so-called vampires live by sucking human blood? How come you can't even control your own destiny now? It's so sad!"

His words were like needles, piercing the hearts of the vampire soldiers fiercely. They felt unprecedented humiliation and anger, but they were powerless.

Because in front of this man, they really seemed so small and powerless.

Doflamingo's ridicule continued: "Don't you claim to be a noble vampire group? How come you are like a group of stray dogs, being played around by me? It's ridiculous!"

Every word he said was like a handful of salt, sprinkled on the bloody wounds of the vampire soldiers. They roared angrily, but they could not change the reality in front of them.

In the royal city, blood flowed like a river, and the miserable situation of the vampire soldiers was shocking.

This wanton suppression became a cruel landscape in the royal city.

Just when Mingge wanted to continue to ridicule, a voice broke his words.

"Enough! I was ridiculed to this extent by the humble humans. Even if I escaped under cover, I would not be able to live."

In an underground secret room, the blood prince walked out with hatred.

Doflamingo was amused. He had said this on purpose to draw out the people below. After all, although his observation Haki had detected it, he could not locate it.

"Hehehe, you idiot who wants to sacrifice yourself for some weak people and those so-called honors, you must die under my silk threads today."

The blood prince stood in a dark corner, his eyes flashing with blood-red light, like two burning flames.

"Blood Rage Slash!!"

He held the long sword tightly, and every flash of the sword revealed a fierce killing intent.

Doflamingo showed no fear, and gently put his hands together, and then suddenly opened them. In an instant, countless transparent silk threads as thin as hair burst out from his fingertips, like a huge spider web, covering the blood prince.

These silk threads,It was the power of his Thread-Thread Fruit.

Armament-colored hardened threads!

The blood prince sneered and swung his sword to cut the approaching threads.

However, these threads were unexpectedly tough. The sword blade only made them tremble slightly, but did not break.

The prince frowned and dodged quickly, trying to get rid of these annoying threads.

At the same time, he was very surprised. After all, he couldn't cut these threads when they turned black?

But how could Doflamingo let him go easily?

He moved his fingers slightly, and the threads seemed to have life, tightly wrapped around the prince's sword, and even began to climb up along the sword, trying to restrain the prince's arms.

The prince felt the huge binding force from the threads, and his face changed slightly.

He roared, struggled to break free from the threads, and swung his sword to cut Doflamingo.

However, Doflamingo did not move, and directly turned into a body of threads to avoid the slash.

Then Doflamingo activated the power of the String-String Fruit again.

"Unrestrained Thread Shooting!!"

Countless threads flowed out from his side, like flexible snakes, attacking the prince. Some of these threads entangled, some stabbed, and some tried to restrain the prince's movements.

The whole courtyard seemed to have turned into a huge battlefield of threads.

Although the blood prince was powerful, he seemed a little flustered under Doflamingo's clever control.

He kept swinging his sword to cut off the approaching threads, while dodging those threads that tried to restrain him. The battle between the two entered a delicate state of balance.

"Human strongman, it seems that I have to be serious."

The blood prince was closing his eyes and bleeding all over his body. His face was originally old and haggard, but at this moment, strange changes gradually occurred.

The prince put his hands together and silently recited the ancient spell. The blood in the air around him gradually gathered, forming pieces of blood mist, which enveloped him.

The blood mist seemed to have life, constantly wriggling, as if looking for an entrance around the prince.

As the spell was chanted, the prince's face began to change subtly. The originally loose skin gradually tightened, the wrinkles seemed to be smoothed by some mysterious power, and the old eyes became bright and energetic.

His posture became more upright, and the whole person exuded a youthful and energetic aura.

This is a taboo secret technique that can use the ancient power of the blood clan to restore the prince's youth and even greatly increase his combat power.

But the price is to reduce the life span of the origin and reduce the purity of the blood.

The energy in the blood mist continued to flow into the prince's body, nourishing every cell of his and awakening the potential that had been dormant for a long time.

Mingge wanted to interrupt, but the silk threads all melted after they came into contact with the other party within one meter.

"What!?"

Mingge under the glasses couldn't believe it.

When the spell was finished and the blood mist dissipated, the blood prince had a brand new look.

His face was handsome and his body was agile, as if he had returned to his peak state when he was young.

At this moment, he not only looked much younger, but more importantly, his strength had been unprecedentedly improved.

The prince slowly opened his eyes, with a sharp light flashing in his eyes.

He felt the surging power in his body, as if he could destroy all obstacles. This kind of power was something he had not seen for a long time, and it was also what he had always longed for.

He knew that he was now enough to compete with any strong enemy.

The blood prince stood up, stretched his muscles, and felt the power and speed brought by his new body.

He took a deep breath, and a confident smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"The advantage is mine, you deserve to die."