The pirates sat and forgot, and they really believed the nine truths and one lie.

Everyone present realized that Kurozumi Orochi was not dead yet, and the boiling black blood was the best proof.

The black blood pool began to boil violently. Bubbles continued to emerge from the bottom of the pool, making dull sounds when they burst. The water in the pool gradually became thick, as if it had life, and began to extend multiple tentacles outward.

These tentacles are dark and thick, covered with mucus, and they slowly wriggle in the air as if exploring the surrounding environment.

“Is Kurozumi Orochi really still a human?”

"Is he a user of some special fruit ability?"

Every failure makes one wiser. The signs of recovery in the blood pool became more and more obvious. In order to avoid making unnecessary sacrifices, the contestants who were originally there to watch the fun began to withdraw from the ruins of the General's Mansion.

They took the initiative to hand over the battlefield to Team Sword. When the two sides met, the Celestial Dragons cursed incomprehensible swear words and showed great contempt for the navy.

Let the dogs raised by the Five Elders go and scout the monsters, and then sit back and reap the benefits. It will be useless for the Navy to get points, and they will never be able to join the Knights of God.

Kyoshiro had a serious look on his face. The battlefield was far more complicated than he had imagined. "Miss, you didn't tell me how many lives he has. He is such a tricky monster."

As the tentacles stretched out, a monster finally emerged from the pool of black blood. Its body gradually became huge and twisted, emitting a disgusting smell.

The monster's skin was a strange black color, covered with bumps and lines, as if it was the mark of a curse, and its head was a bone sheep's head, revealing sharp teeth and blood-red eyes.

There was an evil light flashing in its eyes, revealing its desire for life and destruction. There were also many sharp thorns on the body of the sheep-headed monster, which flashed cold light.

The moment the third form of the Black Charcoal Snake was born, the Fearful Sheep Demon let out a low roar. The roar echoed in the air, as if it was a call from hell. The multiple tentacles on its arms also danced along with the roar, as if cheering for the birth of the monster.

The terrified sheep demon was speechless and turned his attention to Kyoshiro. At this moment, Kurozumi Orochi had completely given up on himself and turned all his emotions into motivation for fighting. He was a monster that was eager to fight to the end.

Kyoshiro felt like he was being stared at by a wild beast. He knew that the sheep demon in front of him was about to take action. He didn't know if the warrior could avoid the attack this time. The third form was completely unrelated to the second form, and the experience of fighting the enemy could not be copied.

In a tense atmosphere, everyone widened their eyes and looked vigilantly at the sheep demon in front of them. Suddenly, a horrifying shock wave came from the monster, like an invisible storm sweeping past.

A strong energy fluctuation erupted instantly. The ground trembled violently under the impact of this force, and even deep cracks appeared.

Those who had been hiding in the ground and attempting a sneak attack now suffered a devastating disaster. Their internal organs seemed to be hit by a sledgehammer. The severe pain made it almost impossible for them to breathe. The sound of their ruptured internal organs was particularly clear in the silence, and the smell of blood filled the air.

The Celestial Dragons who had escaped first looked at this scene in horror, their hearts filled with fear of the monster. The power of the third form was beyond their imagination. The power of this shock wave surpassed most devil fruits that knew the sonic effects.

After the shock wave ended, only one Celestial Dragon survived nearby. At this moment, he was bleeding from all seven orifices and his internal organs were bleeding profusely. When he walked out of the nearby ruins, his life had come to an end.

The sheep demon danced with the tentacles in its hands, and several tentacles became longer and thicker. After approaching the prey, it tied him up and finally dragged him to the side of the monster.

Observing closely, the sheep demon exuded a creepy aura. The man looked at the monster in horror, his eyes full of fear.

The monster slowly approached the man, opened its bloody mouth, revealing its sharp teeth, as if it wanted to swallow the man whole. The man shouted "No" in a trembling and desperate voice, but all this could not stop the monster from eating.

In an instant, the monster bit half of the man's body. The bones made a crisp sound in the monster's mouth, blood and flesh splattered, the air was filled with a bloody smell, and the screams before death echoed throughout the space.

Blood gushed out of the port like a fountain, staining the surrounding ground red. The monster greedily chewed on the remaining body of the man, fully enjoying this bloody feast.

The blatant act of cannibalism made the humans present feel physically and mentally uncomfortable. He was clearly a living man just now, but now he had become food chewed by the sheep monster.

"Get rid of him quickly. I am losing my patience."

Sett clenched his fists. His heart was extremely eager to fight. He wanted to beat the monster hard with his iron fist to vent the disgusting feeling in his heart.

Kyoshiro was preparing to distance himself from the monster transformed by Kurozumi Orochi. The current situation was beyond his control. The sheep demon in the third state was not something a samurai could defeat.

The sheep demon's figure flashed like a ghost. Its speed was beyond imagination. In almost a blink of an eye, it came in front of the fleeing warrior like a gust of wind.

Kyoshiro's eyes widened in horror, his heart beating so fast that it seemed like it was going to jump out of his chest, "So fast!"

The hot air from the monster's nostrils blows on the human face like boiling steam, bringing a burning sense of reality.

There was a foul odor in the hot air, which was stronger and more unpleasant than the smell of a sewer. After inhaling it into the lungs, one felt as if he were suffocating.

The samurai was not strong enough to control his instincts. Kyoshiro's legs became weak and he was trembling so much that he could hardly stand, but his instinct for survival kept him from giving up.

The sheep demon standing in front of him was silent but more powerful than words. Its strong body exuded terrifying power. Its eyes flashed with strange light, as if mocking the man's futile struggle.

The man's breathing became rapid and difficult, his throat seemed to be tightly strangled by an invisible hand, fear surged into his heart like a tide, but his mind was working rapidly, thinking of strategies to deal with the monster.

“Some good things are just for you”

Kyoshiro opened his kimono, and when the time came to sacrifice his life for Kozuki Oden, pieces of white paper flew out of his clothes one after another.

At the last moment of his life, Kyoshiro recalled what he used to look like. In the afterglow of the sunset, Denjiro, the other eight of the Nine Red Scabbards, shared wine with Kozuki Oden.

How nice it would be if time could stay at that moment forever. Denjiro wants to stay in the old times forever. The real world is too cruel for the samurai.