94: Section 94

"Since that's your choice..."

Kuma cast a pitying glance at Moriah and turned to leave.

He had a strong premonition.

Before long, the name Gekko Moriah would likely cease to exist!

Just as Kuma used his Devil Fruit ability to propel himself onto a reef more than ten nautical miles away.

Boom!

The pirate flag hoisted high on Thriller Bark was torn to shreds amidst a massive explosion of murky mist!

"What is that...?"

On his retina, a line of murky water was faintly visible.

Boom!

Another line of murky water streaked across the sky.

On Thriller Bark, another mast exploded into fragments, and the murky mist that burst on the spot rained down acid, corroding the wide railings of the ship with a hissing sound.

Boom!

A third line of water streaked across the sky, causing Thriller Bark's speed to plummet. Three masts were destroyed, and three clouds of murky mist hung in the air, continuously generating acid rain!

Kuma had never seen such an attack method.

A range of nearly twenty nautical miles, precise targeting, and a high firing rate!

Plus a terrifying attack range!

Kuma could conclude that the losses to Moriah's zombie army would definitely be heavy...

But...

These were not the reasons for Kuma's shock.

What truly left him dumbfounded and wide-eyed.

Was that murky River of Death extending all the way from over twenty nautical miles away to the very front of Thriller Bark!

It was the artistic, semi-transparent midnight rose!

It was the inhuman army in the River of Death, arrayed like a grand military force, billowing with yin energy!

It was the terrifying Banshees flying through the air within the army!

It was the drowned water ghosts in the River of Death, struggling and stumbling, yet roaring as they pressed forward!

It was the skeleton army on the River of Death, brandishing swords and blades, drifting with the current!

It was Omar, pacing on the bow of the ship!

"Ghost King... Omar!"

Bang!

The air exploded with a sound, and Kuma, drenched in cold sweat, vanished in an instant.

"Huh! What the hell was that noise?"

Su Ming, who was enjoying the grand scene of the [Dead River March], gave a surprised exclamation. Attracted by the sudden noise in the distance, he looked in that direction.

He saw a clear paw print engraved on a reef.

"Tyrant Kuma?"

Why would he appear here?

However.

He was lucky he ran fast.

With a soft snort, Su Ming withdrew his gaze.

He continued to focus on the ensuing battle!

I have to say, the triple-barreled torrent heavy cannons are indeed useful.

Combined with the water of the Yellow Spring River of Death, they can be called a cannon fodder eraser!

Just with those three salvos, Moriah's zombie army would lose at least one-tenth of its numbers!

"Damn you, Omar! How dare you..."

Gekko Moriah was going insane with rage. The opponent had destroyed three masts with three consecutive shots, directly causing Thriller Bark's speed to drop significantly.

What made it even more unacceptable to him was...

His pride and joy, the zombie army, was already suffering in agony from the acid rain before the battle had even officially begun.

Combat losses were as high as one-eighth, or even more!

This was just from the collateral damage, not even a direct hit!

"Perona! Where the hell did you die, Perona!"

"I, I am here, Master!"

In the shadows of the corner, a timid little hand was raised tremblingly.

Veins bulged on his forehead, and Moriah opened his gaping mouth to roar:

"Why are you hiding here? Don't you see that Thriller Bark is under attack?"

"Bu-but Moriah-sama... they are ghosts!"

Just at this moment.

Boom!

Another cloud of murky mist exploded in the dense area of the zombie army. For a moment, severed limbs flew everywhere, and dark red blood splattered about.

Under the rapidly spreading murky mist, the nearby zombies wailed endlessly.

Snap!

The string known as sanity snapped instantly.

Moriah, with a gloomy face, pointed to the undead army about to land:

"Go! Hold back Omar himself!"

Perona was almost crying. Moriah, finally losing his composure, roared again:

"What the hell are you afraid of! They are ghosts, aren't you a Ghost-Ghost Fruit user too!"

That's right!

Perona cheered up at lightning speed.

But her body instantly collapsed to the ground.

Another Perona separated from her body, holding a small parasol, and flew into the air.

"You must protect Perona's body well, Moriah-sama..."

"Mind your own business, you bastard!"

Watching Perona fly away with a strange giggle, Moriah, although annoyed, still ordered the zombies to carry Perona's body to a safer secret room in the rear.

After all, she was someone he had raised since she was little.

Hopefully...

With the miraculousness of the Ghost-Ghost Fruit, she could at least hold back that bastard Omar!

Boom!

Boom-boom!

Two more clouds of murky mist exploded.

"All forces, attack! Little ones, let the world witness who is the true King of Terror!"

Woooo!

After a silent roar, the zombie army fearlessly launched a countercharge toward the landing point. In an instant, the shrill shrieks of the Banshees and the sounds of the zombies' frenzied attacks merged into one, playing a symphony of death.

On the other side.

Perona flew at a low altitude toward the midnight rose.

On the way, she drove the Negative Hollows, attempting to freeze the Banshees in the Dead River March, who looked like a lot of trouble.

Unfortunately.

The attacks of the Negative Hollows were completely ineffective against the Banshees.

The Banshees, who could disperse and reform at will, ignored the attacks of the Negative Hollows.

Negative?

Heh!

How can you make a ghost feel negative?

If we're talking about negativity.

The negativity of the Banshees, immersed in shrill wailing all day long, was even more extreme!

Seeing this, Perona turned pale.

She began to doubt whether she, by herself, could really hold back Omar, who held the title of Ghost King.

Woooo!

Moriah-sama!

Real ghosts are indeed terrifying!

"Yo! A slightly interesting little sister has arrived!"

Just as she flew to the deck of the midnight rose, a more eerie, more deathly voice suddenly rang out.

Su Ming, who had just raised his zanbato, silently suppressed the impulse to kill this girl, turned to the side and looked at Midnight: "What, do you fancy her?"

Midnight covered her mouth and chuckled:

"Master, the three Banshee Commander positions under my command are currently still vacant."

Su Ming understood.

After the midnight rose upgraded to Orange Light.

Some of the original facilities had received corresponding upgrades simultaneously.

Among them, under the midnight throne, three bone chairs had appeared, corresponding exactly to the positions of the three Banshee Commanders.

He hadn't arranged them before, not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't.

None of the Banshees under Midnight's command met the criteria.

Thinking of this, Su Ming leaped high into the air, fully equipped in his crimson guard armor, and stepped on the air with Moon Walk, heading straight for Thriller Bark.

In the air, Su Ming's whisper before leaving still lingered:

"If you fancy her, keep her. I'll handle the recovery of her body!"

Midnight looked back and smiled:

"You heard Master's order, little sister!"

Good grief, a proper ghost looking back almost scared Perona to death.

As a girl who could be scared unconscious by Usopp in the original story, how much courage could you expect from her?

None at all, get it!