louisehourcade Chapter 168: Escorting the David Clan Away!
Chapter 168: Escorting the David Clan Away!
Rocks's solitary figure was eventually swallowed up by the smoke and flames of war deep within the island.
He entrusted everything he had left to a man he had known for less than half a day.
Watching Rocks's retreating figure!
The people of the David family felt a mix of emotions.
A chilling sadness overwhelmed everyone's heart.
Where does the road ahead lie?
No one can see it clearly.
More than anything, it was fear.
Home is shattered, and the future is uncertain.
Rocks' father, his fists clenched.
The fingernails were deeply embedded in the palm.
He stared intently in the direction his son had disappeared, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.
In his cloudy old eyes, there was anger, worry, and even more regret.
The rest of the clansmen stood motionless, their eyes vacant.
This land, which has just undergone purification and massacre, is colder than ever before.
Sadness is spreading.
Just then, a voice rang out.
"Stop spacing out and let's go. I'll see you off."
The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of every Davidian.
Chen Ye seemed to have no patience to wait even a second longer.
He stood up straight.
There were no unnecessary movements.
He didn't even move a finger.
A thought arose.
hum.
In the next instant, a miracle occurred.
Every Davidian present.
Regardless of age, gender, or whether standing, sitting, or leaning.
Without warning, a golden halo appeared out of thin air beneath their feet.
"What...what is this thing?!"
"My feet! Oh my God!"
After the deathly silence came screams of extreme terror.
They didn't have time to react.
An irresistible yet incredibly gentle force emanated from the halo beneath my feet.
"Aaaaaah—flying...flying!"
"Help! I'm flying!"
Amidst the terrified screams of their people, that force steadily lifted them all into the air.
One meter, two meters, ten meters...
Dozens of Davidians were suspended in mid-air with their feet off the ground.
They danced wildly, their faces pale, and they screamed like pigs being slaughtered.
Even Rocks' father and mother were lifted up by this divine power.
Ax was just lost in grief.
At this moment, he looked down at his feet, which were off the ground, and at the golden halo radiating supreme majesty beneath his feet.
Looking up again, she saw the expressionless white-masked man not far away.
His mind went blank.
What... what kind of power is this?!
Devil Fruit?
No.
There is absolutely no Devil Fruit in the world that can precisely control dozens of people at the same time.
Domineering?
Less likely.
He trembled violently.
The look in his eyes as he looked at Chen Ye instantly changed from scrutiny and incomprehension to awe and fear.
Rocks... You little rascal... Where did you find such a formidable guy as your brother?!
After a brief moment of shock, Rocks' mother covered her mouth tightly.
Looking at that indifferent figure, besides shock, a glimmer of hope ignited in her eyes.
perhaps...
Perhaps this man can save his son!
Everyone was deeply moved.
Chen Ye, suspended in mid-air, casually waved his hand towards the coast.
The movements were understated.
"I'm gone."
He uttered two words.
call out--!
Instantly, an immense and unparalleled power came from behind.
All the floating Davidians, drawn by this force, automatically formed a neat line in the air.
This aerial column of several dozen people followed closely behind Chen Ye, transforming into streaks of light as they rapidly flew towards the coastline.
The wind whistled in my ears.
The mountains and land beneath our feet receded rapidly.
The extraordinary flight experience drew another round of screams.
But this time, the screams contained less terror and more of a numb shock.
Chen Ye flew at the back of the group with his hands behind his back, moving at a leisurely pace.
His posture was relaxed and carefree.
The urgent battlefield relocation became, for him, a leisurely stroll in his backyard.
He even had the leisure to occasionally glance at the raging battle deep within the island.
He flew at the rear of the formation, both to cover the rear and to drive the enemy forward.
. . .
A moment later.
The team arrived at the coastline of God Valley.
Rocks was right.
The fierce fighting on the island attracted the full attention of world governments and navies.
The outer coastal defenses are empty.
At the port, a huge naval warship was quietly moored.
The bow was a menacing dog's head, and the deck was deserted.
Chen Ye's gaze swept across the area and locked onto his target in an instant.
His mind started racing again.
The flight formation came to an instant and hovered above the warship's deck.
The tribesmen below had just recovered from the dizziness of the high-speed flight and hadn't even had time to feel relieved when they saw the masked leader make a decision they would never forget.
Chen Ye looked down at the chaotic crowd below.
He seemed to find it too troublesome to have them land one by one.
So he chose the most efficient and interesting method.
He snapped his fingers.
"Smack."
A soft sound.
The dozens of golden halos that had been supporting everyone instantly went out.
The lifting force vanished without a trace.
"Huh?"
"Eh eh eh eh—!"
"Help... Thump!!"
"Ouch, my back!"
"Who stepped on my face?!"
puff.
Ouch.
Holy crap.
A cacophony of sounds erupted.
Dozens of Davidians fell from a height of more than ten meters, crashing heavily onto the hard deck.
They are all in different poses.
One after another.
Some landed on their bottoms, and the pain brought tears to their eyes.
Some landed face down, their mouths full of sawdust.
Even worse, it landed directly on someone else and rolled around in a heap.
The scene was chaotic and extremely disorganized.
This is the most efficient way.
In the face of absolute power, dignity is the least valuable thing.
In the center of the chaos, a figure floated down lightly.
The ground touched the ground with both feet without making a sound.
It was Chen Ye.
He looked around at his grimacing tribesmen and gave the order in his unchanging, monotonous tone:
"Is there anyone who knows how to sail and steer a boat?"
"Go by yourself!"
The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority.
The tribesman, who was still groaning, jolted awake and forced himself to get up despite the pain.
Among the crowd, several strong men with seafaring experience immediately realized what was happening.
They ignored their pain and scrambled out of the crowd.
One steers upwards, while several others rush into the bridge and engine room below.
"Quick! Raise the mainsail!"
"Preheat the power furnace! Hurry, hurry, hurry!"
"Check course, target southeast!"
Under the command of several experienced sailors, the surviving tribesmen also sprang into action.
After a while.
Ugh...
A muffled engine roared.
The dog-headed warship trembled.
The massive anchor was lowered, and the ship began to change direction.
Carrying a ship full of terrified and exhausted Davidians, the requisitioned warship finally sailed away from this hellish island.
The sea breeze swept across the deck, dispelling the stench of blood.
Everyone looked back at the increasingly distant sky, stained red by the flames of war.
I have mixed feelings in my heart.