One Piece: The Legend of Beasts

Even if he burned the man in front of him to ashes, Rocks would never forget him.

Saint Montag is one of the many Celestial Dragons living in the holy land of Marijoa, and the master to whom Rocks once worked as a slave.

It was a past filled with pain and shame, the darkest page that had been torn out of the book of his eventful life.

Rocks was born in a non-member country that suffered from war for many years. He was arrested by the navy and taken to the holy land of Marijoa with his family when he was still an infant. His father tried to argue with them, but was shot and killed by the navy commander on the spot.

The crime given by the navy was simply that they were descendants of a special race that once brought endless disasters to the world and was now waiting for the opportunity to revive.

Of course, Rocks was just a baby who could only cry at that time, and he had no idea about the specific situation at that time.

Ever since he could remember, he had been forced to do all kinds of hard labor for the man who raised him every day and night. He would be beaten if he took a break. He could only survive on the little excrement left, and even if the feed was replaced with his mother's chopped meat, he had to swallow it all.

Rocks didn't complain or cry loudly, and he even put on a disgusting smile in front of the smug fat man.

Having witnessed countless slaves being killed in the Holy Land, he knew very well what methods would maximize the survival rate.

Only by staying alive can I wait for the chance to escape, and one day in the future I can kill the World Government and its lackeys with thousands of cuts.

To this end, Rocks is willing to abandon his dignity and emotions as a human being and try every means to survive until the last moment.

Perhaps on a whim, Saint Montag, who loved entertainment, gathered all his slaves in a specially built house and declared that the only person who could walk out of the house would be freed from slavery and regain his freedom.

This extremely tempting condition undoubtedly gave those who had been oppressed for so long a ray of light in their despair, making them full of hope for life again after a long absence.

Only Rocks, who had been well versed in human nature since childhood, understood that the other party was just looking for some excitement in the slaves' infighting. They would work harder if they were given some hope, and in the end no one would survive.

This is exactly the kind of evil method that those in power who disregard human life often use to satisfy themselves.

Because of this, Rocks made up his mind to win this game at all costs. As long as there was any hesitation in his heart, he would be killed.

After so many years, Rocks could no longer remember the process clearly. He only knew that the bodies of his companions who had lived in the same iron cage were lying all over the blood-stained room, and that he had subdued the fat man who had gone back on his word as expected, and only by taking him as a hostage could he leave the cage that had bound him for so many years.

Afterwards, the "Celestial Dragon Hostage Incident" became a newspaper headline and spread widely on the sea. Also attracting attention was a seven-year-old boy who had a reward of 90 million berries.

The guy who should have been chopped into pieces and thrown into the sea suddenly appeared in front of him alive. Anyone would be shocked beyond words, not to mention Rocks, the person involved.

"Uhuhuhu... What's wrong? Are you surprised to see me still alive?"

Mongata Saint showed a strange smile on his face, dragging his long whip and slowly walking towards Rocks who was standing there, leaving a long blood mark on the ground. The roar that sounded like a devil from the depths of hell squeezed out of his throat again, "Thanks to your care back then, I would have been gnawed by those ferocious sea beasts until not even a bone was left!"

As he spoke the last few words, the muscles on his face twitched violently, and his whole body seemed to be immersed in some corrosive liquid. His flesh began to gradually melt, revealing the white bones within. Only his two huge eyeballs were still firmly embedded in the holes, protruding like goldfish. The bloodthirsty hatred released from them was enough to horrify anyone who looked into his eyes.

"You...what exactly...guh!" Even though Rocks had seen a lot of storms, he felt his stomach churning when he suddenly saw this ugly appearance. Just as he was about to say something, a sudden strong stinging sensation came from his mind, making him frown suddenly. He subconsciously covered his forehead, gasping for breath, and his body was shaky as if he would fall to the ground at any time.

"Locks, are you okay?!"

Seeing that Rocks, who usually remained calm in any situation, showed such a painful expression for the first time, Newgate ran to him and said, "If you feel uncomfortable, I will ask Stussy for it..."

"Need not!"

Rocks interrupted him rudely, forcing himself to hold back the tearing pain in his head and gritted his teeth, "Hurry up and take the brothers to the square immediately. I have a feeling that something bad is going to happen next!"

"You must be joking! I don't feel comfortable leaving you alone......!"

"Alas, as a highly respected senior official, if you don't make a decision quickly, your lovely crew members will be in irreparable danger."

A slightly lazy voice came into Newgate's ears, which made his heart tremble. He suddenly raised his head and looked towards the source of the voice, but saw a man in a naval uniform standing in the crowd behind Roger with his hands behind his back. There was a conspicuous spiral tattoo on his open chest, and a thick beard on the upper side of his lips made his handsome face even more charming.

"It's only been a few years. Have you forgotten your old rival so quickly? The wound you left on my chest that day still hurts."

At this point the man stretched out his right hand and gently poked his chest, a smile appeared on his face, looking very friendly.

But at this moment, Newgate only felt a weirdness that could not be described in words, and even doubted whether what he saw was real.

That man was none other than the Vice Admiral of the Navy Headquarters who had fought in the Sandridge Strait six years ago, Shilluk, who was known for his "integrity".

Newgate was shocked to see the dead man suddenly reappear in front of him. He didn't give him any time to hesitate. He immediately swung the naginata in his hand and pointed at the man and shouted in a deep voice: "The guy who died on the spot suddenly came to talk to me. I don't think this is something that can be ignored!"

Xiluk deliberately sighed deeply, pressed down the hat on his head and said slowly, "If you want to say whether I am alive or dead now, the word 'undead' is the most appropriate. Although I really want to beat you up, the one who wants me to cut into pieces the most is that hateful woman who took away my soul!"

At the end of his words, his gaze fell on Lingling in the crowd. There seemed to be two fierce rays of light in his eyes, and he wished he could tear the woman in front of him into pieces.

Seeing him staring at her fiercely, Lingling couldn't help but feel a little frightened, but she still pretended to be calm and grinned: "Well, well, well! He is just a defeated general who exists in history. Who do you want to show such an incompetent and angry face to? Don't you think so, kid?"

The last sentence she asked was directed at Kaido who was standing beside her. However, to her surprise, the young man did not respond to her as he did in the past. He just stared at the person diagonally opposite with wide eyes, an expression of disbelief on his face, and his heart was beating violently.

After a long while, he finally squeezed out a few dry words: "Kubota..."

"Little boy, I haven't seen you for a while. You seem to have grown a lot taller."

The man had a faint smile on his face, his black hair tied into a long ponytail, and he was wearing a light blue long jacket, the corners of his clothes swaying gently in the wind. He exuded a heroic temperament from head to toe. Who else could it be but Vidruwe, who once taught Kaido martial arts and had the hidden identity of CP0?

The pirates were shocked to see Rocks and several officers acting out of character, not knowing what had happened. A brave pirate stepped forward and was about to ask them about the situation, when a bullet came through the air with a whistling sound, catching the pirate off guard and piercing his head. He fell to the ground and died in the spurting blood.

At this moment, everyone saw it clearly, and their eyes were all focused on someone in Roger's pirate group.

The person who fired the gun was actually a government agent in a black uniform. Seeing the man blowing away the smoke from the muzzle of the gun, a ferocious and smug smile appeared on his thin face: "Don't waste time talking to them, and quickly get rid of these idiots who are trying to go against the government."

The pirates stood there in a daze. After a brief moment of shock and astonishment, they were replaced by uncontrollable anger.

"Asshole Roger! Look what you have done aa ...

"Sure enough, they are secretly colluding with the World Government!"

"Kill them all along with their hateful lackeys!"

Amid the roars, the pirates rushed forward without a word, brandishing their weapons and hacking at the Roger Pirates.

"Hey! Are you crazy? Who told you to shoot?!" Jabba, who had just come to his senses after witnessing the sudden change, turned his head suddenly, picked up the subordinate who fired and shouted, his eyes behind his sunglasses were bloodshot, and he was obviously angry to the extreme.

That person was a new member who joined the Roger Pirates after they escaped from Whirlpool Island. He was so frightened when he saw the usually easy-going Mr. Jabba look so scary. He shouted tremblingly, "Mr. Jabba! I don't know what's going on! Just now, a government agent suddenly rushed over with a bunch of bombs in his hands and declared that he wanted to die with us! I was afraid of causing any accidents, so I decided to take the initiative!"

"Government agent?! I don't have time to joke with you! Your reckless behavior will cause all of Captain Roger's efforts to go to waste..."

"Okay Jabba, it's hard to take back what has been spilled. There's no point in blaming him now."

Roger tried in vain to wake up Rocks and others who were in abnormal condition. He had no choice but to return to his companions and waved his hand to interrupt him. When those ferocious pirates were only one step away from them, they seemed to hit an invisible wall and were blown away one after another, unable to get any closer.

"All we have to do now is to try our best to minimize the deterioration of the situation."

Roger's eyes moved to Rocks who was still in a trance. His face became heavy and his nerves did not relax for a moment. "Maybe things are heading in the worst direction."

"Damn it... at this critical moment...!"

Rocks, whose brain was constantly invaded by the repeated flashes of painful past, could no longer bear it and began to vomit on the ground. He felt a little better only after he vomited a mixture of blood and stomach acid.

He wiped the remaining blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at the body that had melted to the point where only the skeleton remained approaching him step by step. Instead of feeling any fear on his face, an evil smile appeared.

"Hehe... That's how it should be. How can a slave not smile from time to time?" The skull, who was called Saint Montag during his lifetime, also smiled, and the knocking sound between his upper and lower teeth when he spoke seemed particularly harsh.

"You're a thing that didn't even have ashes left, yet you dare to lecture me..."

As Rocks spoke, he clenched his right hand into a fist, which was covered with a layer of dark aura with a metallic sheen. Countless tiny lightning bolts burst out from it, and the crackling sound was endless. His bloodshot eyes flashed with ruthlessness, "Are you ready to be shattered to pieces again?!"

The skull just sneered a few times and did not respond to his provocation. Suddenly, new flesh and blood grew on the pile of bones bit by bit, and then skin, hair and facial features grew, and finally formed a complete human figure.

But this time, it was no longer the fat face that was so ugly that it was difficult to describe in any words, but a delicate and slightly childish face.

When Rocks suddenly saw this scene, it was as if a thunder exploded in his head. His limbs seemed to be numb, and he was like a half piece of wood stuck in the ground, motionless. The domineering aura condensed on the surface of his fist gradually faded away like the sea surface after the rain.

Although he could hear the sounds of fighting all around him from time to time, he seemed to be deaf. He just stared blankly at the familiar face, his lips trembling slightly, and he barely uttered a name from his dry throat.

"Ryan...?"

"Good, you haven't forgotten your best friend yet."

The handsome boy who looked no more than six or seven years old seemed very pleased that Rocks called out his name, and a bright smile appeared on his face. "I still remember the days when we ate from the same pot and slept in the same cage."

"I still remember clearly the day when you brutally killed me without regard for our brotherly love."

At this point, the smile on Ryan's face became more and more intense, but there was an icy cold light in the depths of his eyes, as if the temperature around him had dropped by dozens of degrees.

"Shut up." Rocks said expressionlessly, and the frying bean-like sound of his fist was enough to illustrate the anger in his heart at the moment.

Ryan acted as if he didn't hear what he said. He still raised his index finger to his lips and said innocently, "I remember that besides the two of us, there were ninety-eight guys who would do anything to survive in a maze-like room. I was so scared that I couldn't even walk. If it weren't for Brother Rocks protecting me, I would probably be the first one to be eliminated. In other words, without Brother Rocks, I would never have survived to the finals."

"Shut up..." Rocks repeated the two words he had said before, subconsciously emphasizing his tone, like a barrel of explosives that could explode at any time with a slight touch.

"But, Brother Rocks actually abandoned this brother who had shared hardships with him at the critical moment. I still believed in him until the knife stabbed into my chest!"

Ryan became more and more excited as he spoke, his handsome face becoming extremely distorted. "Why? How could I, who trusted you so much, be betrayed in such a cruel way?! Do you really feel comfortable using the blood of ninety-nine people in exchange for a life of shame and despair?! Answer me, brother!"

"Have you said enough yet?"

With a roar like a bolt from the blue, thick, long, pitch-black lightning burst out from Rocks' body, and with an unparalleled momentum, it spread out in all directions. The mountains within a radius of dozens of miles were directly shattered into pieces, and the young man who was still talking incessantly was blasted to the point that not even a trace of residue was left.

Instantly, the entire island was shaking violently, and the sea surface in the distance was affected by this powerful domineering force and raised waves hundreds of meters high. Many ships of the two sides that were fighting were caught off guard and had no time to dodge, and were immediately swept into the tsunami.

At this moment, a loud laugh filled with heroism and excitement came from a warship that was floating in the air and was not affected, resounding throughout the sky.

"Wahahaha! Many young people on the ship fainted! Was it that Roger who did it?! No matter what personal grudge you have with Rocks, just fight me first!"

Before the laughter died down, a black shadow shot out from the bow of the ship and swooped down towards the Valley of Gods below like a cannonball.