Chapter 390: Victory Settlement Moment?

In truth, Im was not as calm and detached as he appeared; deep inside, he was already stunned—Bazab's strength… was truly immense.

Purely in terms of raw power, Bazab's strength surpassed that of the Ancient Giant Clan and even the God of War Alabaf of the Giant Kingdom.

Im truly could not understand how a human could possess such divine strength.

What on earth had he been fed?

And when Saint Saint Saiwen gathered Lei Ting, demonic power, and flame into his blade, Im finally, belatedly, sensed a familiar aura.

"You're a Lunaria?"

Saint Saint Saiwen raised an eyebrow.

"Surprised? Delighted?"

Im pushed off and floated upward, gripping his long-bladed greatsword while staring at Saint Saint Saiwen's naturally pale skin, growing increasingly pleased as if examining a novel toy.

"A Lunaria hybrid?"

"Guess."

"Whether you are or aren't doesn't matter," Im muttered to himself. "I want your body."

As Saint Saint Saiwen felt bewildered, Im's black robe suddenly exploded outward from within, shards flying and scattering in all directions.

At last, Im's body and face beneath the black robe were exposed to Saint Saint Saiwen's gaze.

He had brown skin, white hair, a pair of black demonic wings sprouting from his back, and twin S-shaped horns atop his head—he was unmistakably a giant version of Jin.

"A Lunaria?"

Saint Saint Saiwen frowned slightly. "So you're a Lunaria too—then why did you exterminate every last one of them?"

Im copied Saint Saint Saiwen's earlier expression and words, smiling as he raised an eyebrow.

"Surprised? Delighted?"

"Why don't you guess?"

This sight made Saint Saint Saiwen feel deeply unsettled, as if he were about to be replaced by an imposter.

"Guess your damn sister."

In fact, combining Im's earlier words—"I want your body"—

Saint Saint Saiwen had already begun to suspect: the Lunaria body before him was likely just one of many vessels, just like the blue-haired maid from last night, meant for Im's possession.

Saint Saint Saiwen was among the foremost authorities on the Lunaria bloodline's power.

With their extreme speed and defense amplified by flame, and their formidable adaptability to any harsh environment, calling them the strongest race on this sea was no exaggeration.

It was only natural that Im would value them.

He probably possessed many such vessels, similar to this one.

Going even further—eight hundred years ago, the bodies of the other nineteen Kings, besides Im, were almost certainly all claimed by him.

After all, he was the king who defeated Joy Boy and founded the World Government; his body could not have been weak.

In short:

Destroying Im's vessel in battle would achieve little; to win, one must target Im's will within the vessel.

At that moment, Im raised his hand, staring at his palm as if examining a toy.

"The Lunaria are excellent in every way—except for one thing I'm not particularly satisfied with."

Then Im looked at Saint Saint Saiwen.

"On you, the Lunaria's one flaw is gone. In eight hundred years, I've never felt this excited before, Bazab—

I'll treat your body with great care."

Saint Saint Saiwen understood the subtext of Im's words—and nodded in full agreement.

"Dark skin really isn't very attractive."

As the saying goes: one shade of white hides three flaws… Saint Saint Saiwen echoed Im's words back to him.

"We'll see if you've got the skill."

After so long a battle, both knew: neither could defeat the other quickly; in the end, it would come down to who endured longer.

Saint Saint Saiwen, possessing a thousand Immortal Beans and Horse Talismans, had no fear of exhaustion or his comrades being controlled by Im's Black Conversion.

All he needed was to drain Im's stamina to secure final victory.

Im, too, was uneasy—even if the Five Elders and the Divine Knights were slain by the Morning Star Clan.

But because he was in Mary Geoise, Im could instantly reclaim the demonic power from any target about to be killed, replenishing his own reserves.

Im had even prepared to seize control of the Morning Star Clan's top fighters via Black Conversion.

The two clashed again in fierce combat.

Meanwhile, in the New World, Punk Hazard.

Admiral Kizaru arrived at the port, personally guiding King Harald, Loki, and the giants of the Morning Star Clan's First Division.

The Marines and CP agents assigned to guard Punk Hazard had all been instantly knocked unconscious by Kizaru's instant-kick and locked in cages.

"King, everyone, this way—your Great Hammer Legion is frozen at the back of the island."

Harald bowed in thanks.

"Admiral Borsalino, thank you for everything you've done for Alabaf. Alabaf will remember your kindness forever."

Kizaru smiled and waved his hand.

"Just doing my duty."

Judging by the time, Saint Saint Saiwen and the others should now be fighting in Mary Geoise… Overall, Kizaru was extremely satisfied with Saint Saint Saiwen's plan.

Yet Kizaru had already made up his mind—

Once he helped Harald rescue the Great Hammer Legion, he would rush to Mary Geoise at top speed.

One, to support the captain and his comrades; two, to not miss the final victory settlement moment.

On ordinary days, slacking off or shirking duties didn't matter, but he had to be present at the victory settlement—this directly affected his future retirement life.

Especially someone like him, from the Navy faction, needed to be extra cautious. Otherwise, if the Captain decided to settle accounts later, it would be troublesome.

On the way to the Frozen Lands of the Great Hammer Guild, Loki, carrying Tie Lei, suddenly asked without warning.

"Hey, Navy Admiral."

"What's so special about Little Bai Mao that even a Navy Admiral like you is willing to follow him?"

Huang Yuan was ultimately of the Morning Star Guild; Dongli and Buloji, as captains of the Morning Star Guild's First Division, spoke up together to defend Huang Yuan.

"Prince Loki, once you've served with the Captain long enough, you'll realize: aside from being petty, the Captain is actually excellent in every other way."

With that, Dongli pointed to his cloak behind him.

"See this?"

"This cloak, the only one on the entire sea that lets both me and Buloji fly—it was given to us by the Captain."

"The funds we spent on our West Village renovations were also provided by the Captain."

Buloji counted off on his fingers to summarize.

"The Captain has money. Very rich."

"The Captain is generous. Very generous."

"Now the Captain is about to become King of the World—this entire sea, including our Elbaf, will fall under his rule. Where else can you find a boss like this?"

Loki sneered dismissively but said nothing in reply—Little Bai Mao really was generous.

Tie Lei was lent out on the spot, with not a single worry that Loki might refuse to return it later.

"Father, hurry and free the Great Hammer Guild—I'll take everyone straight to Maryjoa."

Harald nodded.

"Alright."

Harald was also worried—if this delay dragged on too long and Elbaf missed the victory settlement, the loss would be enormous.

When the Twenty Kings founded the World Government, there are no longer twenty representatives from the Morning Star Guild in Maryjoa; they must hurry to Maryjoa to assist Saint Saint Saiwen.

To secure a bright future for Elbaf.