“Linlin, do you have a pn?”
Hearing Linlin’s remark, Cyril Oka looked at her with eager eyes.
“Mama~ma, that depends on El Onii's opinion,” Linlin grinned, shrugging her shoulders.
“Are you thinking of turning him into a Blood Sve?”
From the side, El smiled knowingly at her. He instantly grasped Linlin's thoughts without even needing to rely on his specialized Observation Haki to hear her inner voice.
“Keeping him alive would be a waste. Turning him into a Blood Sve is the perfect solution!” Linlin replied with a sly grin.
“We also have Gerd extract the rest of his soul to further enhance Lucifer, the leader of the 'Seven Deadly Sins.’”
“Strengthen Lucifer?” Gerd’s eyes lit up. Saint Howard, the ander of the Holy Knights, still had at least 20 to 30 years of life left. If the remainder of his soul were extracted and infused into Lucifer, the six-winged fallen angel Homie, it would undoubtedly make the Sin of Pride even stronger. Moreover, it would extend its operational lifespan signifitly.
“That works. After all, we’ve already burned every bridge with the Wover. One ander of the Holy Knights is no longer enough to shift the scales in their favor,” El nodded, showing no opposition. “Turn him into a Blood Sve first. Even with only instinct left, he’ll still be det in bat. Later, if necessary, we extract the Mythical Zoan: Angel Form ability from him. For now, his powers at least be used to heal our own injuries quickly.”
“Mama~ma, I’m looking forward to it already.”
Receiving El’s approval, Linlin licked her lips with a sly grin.
“Too bad my Pet-Pet Fruit doesn’t work well on strong-willed individuals like him. They easily break free,” Nef shrugged with a wry smile. “Otherwise, trolling him would’ve been simple.”
The Pet-Pet Fruit was highly effective for restraining ordinary strong oppos, but against such monsters with overwhelming Haki, its trol was limited. A single mistake could allow the target to shatter the colr’s straints.
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Before long, under El’s lead, the group arrived at the underground dungeoh the royal pace. In the dimly lit, spacious cell, a frail figure was shackled by seastone cuffs on all four limbs, suspended like a crucifix.
“Fallen Angel El…”
Hearing the approag footsteps, the battered Saint Howard lifted his head. Seeing the imposing figure before him, his subscious fear battled with his efforts to remain posed. “Has my fate finally reached its end?”
“Whether it’s the end or not remains to be seen,” Gerd replied with a smile. Activating her Soul-Soul Fruit ability in an instant, she extracted the remainder of his soul, leaving him with only a few months to live.
In an instant, Saint Hrew decrepit and frail, his hair turning snow-white, his face etched with deep wrinkles.
“Mama~ma…”
Linlin cackled wickedly. Entering her huma form, she transformed into a fearsome, devil-like predator. Before Saint Howard’s horrified gaze, her t figure loomed over him. She grinned menagly, revealing her razor-sharp fangs.
“AAAAHHHHHHH!!!”
In mere moments, his blood-curdling screams echoed throughout the dungeon. Saint Howard’s body shriveled and colpsed, drained of all its blood. The gruesome sight was enough to send shivers down the spines of Nef, Moss, Francis Banji, and Cyril Oka, leaving them stunned and uneasy.
The moment, another surge of crimson blood was ied into Saint Howard’s body. His entire frame, previously shriveled, infted visibly like a balloon filled with air. He returo a youthful state, his appearanpletely rejuvenated. His eyes turned a deep crimson, glowing like brilliant red gemstones. However, they noeared somewhat vat.
“g…”
At El’s signal, Moss stepped forward and unlocked the restraints.
“Swish…”
A pair of bck wings emerged from Saint Howard’s bao lohe pristine white they had been before—they had turned jet bck.
“Huh?”
“Bck wings?”
“Wasn’t he supposed to be an angel?”
“What’s going on?”
Both Linlin and the others, including Moss, Nef, and Gerd, were taken aback. Instinctively, they grew cautious. The Mythical Zoan Angel Form had certain properties that teracted the powers of the Vampire Form. This raised s that Linlin’s ability might not work as intended.
“Hiss… Could that really happen?”
However, El remained calm, his expression uurbed. With a faint smile, he said, “It seems there’s more to the Human-Human Fruit: Mythical Zoan Angel Form than people know. Perhaps if someoh a dual personality ed it, they might gain the ability to freely switch between angelid fallen angel forms.”
Relying on his innate, specialized Observation Haki, El was fident that if Saint Howard attempted anything, it would be impossible to hide. He was certain that the Saint Howard before him had lost all trace of personal will and individuality. Now, he was merely a Blood Sve, entirely obedient to Linlin and incapable of resisting her orders. The transformation into a fallen angel was merely a result of the influence of Linlin’s Vampire abilities.
“Mama~ma, is that so?”
Linlin’s curiosity piqued. She gestured toward Cyril Oka, the heavily bandaged and visibly weak Baian. She issued a direand to Saint Howard: “My loyal servant, use your powers to heal him!”
“Yes, master,” Saint Howard responded in a vat tone. He approached Cyril Oka. A radiant, holy light emanated from his right hand and enveloped Cyril’s body. The injuries c Cyril’s form began to heal at a visible rate.
“It’s really w…”
Cyril ched his fists, a look of excitement spreading across his face. Tearing off the bahat had been c his body, he revealed an impossibly muscur, herculean physique. His torso, however, was riddled with jagged scars, eaore fearsome tha, enough to send shivers down anyone’s spine.
“Roar!”
With a low growl, Cyril underwent an astonishing transformation.
“Crackle, crackle…” Electric sparks danced across his body. He morphed into a massive thunder beast, resembling an enormous bear cloaked in an aura of lightning. A sharp horn sprouted from his head, and his presence became overwhelmingly feral and powerful. The beast stood tall, r thunderously.
Bleam
