The pirates sat and forgot, and they really believed the nine truths and one lie.

"You look really ugly now."

Kizaru had just deliberately let it go and didn't directly kill the monster in the woman's womb. Now he just wanted to see what kind of monster it could develop into. It really opened the admiral's eyes.

The freak that was thrown away randomly inspired many believers through their faith, asking them to dedicate their bodies to the gods and escape from the suffering of this world.

The monster quickly crawled on the human skin, and countless slender tentacles stretched out from its body like nimble snakes, gently but with irresistible power, slowly piercing into the believer's body.

Every time a tentacle was inserted, the victim's body would twitch slightly. As the tentacles went deeper, the monster began to greedily absorb the flesh and blood of the human body.

Its body gradually swelled, and its originally shriveled appearance became full and twisted. Its tentacles also became thicker, flashing a strange luster under the fluorescent light.

The group of believers who were absorbed with smiles on their faces finally turned into pieces of human skin, and the essence of their human bodies were dedicated to God's messenger.

After a while, the monster's body expanded rapidly and had completely turned into a huge tentacle monster. Its body was more than one person tall, and countless tentacles were dancing around it. Just one look at it seemed as if the spirit was polluted.

"This form is just your shell, show your real body. If you don't want to be exposed, I can help you." There was an X-ray flash in Kizaru's eyes, and he detected a human body like a teenager among the tentacle monster.

The tentacle monster absorbs the flesh and blood of believers not to gain the power of humans. He just wants to obtain the human bloodline factor and mold himself into a human form so as not to be rejected by this world.

"You make me feel that you don't belong to this era. To be more precise, you don't belong to this world."

Its thick tentacles covered with suction cups kept wriggling, and each extension was accompanied by a creepy friction sound.

The huge single eye generated by the tentacle monster almost occupied its entire face. The single eye was like a burning blood ball, as if it could see through people's souls.

The sound made by the monster sounded like both a man and a woman, and could be classified as a juvenile voice, the sound of a person just born.

"I do not belong to the future, but I am more certain that you do not belong here either." Kizaru actually wanted to know the monster's true identity.

"Since you want to see me, let's meet. Don't regret it."

The huge tentacle monster was perched in the center of the general's vision, its body wet, and dark green mucus was sliding down its rough surface, dripping onto the ground with a "pat pat" sound.

Suddenly, a white and tender arm slowly emerged from the tentacle monster's eyeball. Its pale skin, stained with dark green blood, stood out particularly in this gloomy environment.

As the arms continued to swing, the long and thin tentacles were torn off, green blood splattered out, and the tentacle monster was torn apart from the inside.

A fair-skinned young boy crawled out from the tentacle monster's body. His hair was wet and stuck to his forehead, and there was still some slime from the tentacle monster on his body. But this could not hide his jade-like skin and cloudy eyes at all.

"You are probably not a human, but you molded your body into the shape of a human. It seems that you really like humans." Borsalino used X-rays to examine the boy's body, seeing through his bones and internal organs, and found that he was no different from a normal human boy.

The boy who walked out of the tentacle monster had no extra clothes on his body, as if he was a baby just born from the mother's womb, his smooth skin felt the stimulation of the outside world for the first time.

The air in the underground world is polluted, almost like diluted poison gas. If one stays here for a long time, generation after generation will sink into depravity and become complete monsters.

"This special face of yours left me with some impression. I should have seen you at some time. When was it?" The boy touched his head and searched for the chaotic memories in his mind.

When he thought of what humans looked like, it wasn't the cool scene of them wearing the Flash's battle suit, but the image of a navy admiral wearing a yellow suit and a cloak of justice in Borsalino's memory.

This was the first time Kizaru saw the boy's face. Judging from his appearance and bones, he was probably not the descendant of his old friends, but a monster assembled and molded together by himself.

However, the admiral's sixth sense told him that Kizaru must have seen the boy at some point in time, and he did not look like this at that time. It is possible that the inner soul is the same.

"I will remember your name, so now let you become a part of me. I'm very interested in your speed." The boy finally stopped pretending and tore off his hypocritical mask. After all, a monster is a monster and can never become a human.

The smile on the face of the harmless-looking boy suddenly turned evil and weird.

At this moment, a cold white mist surged out from behind him, as if a dormant mirage beast was awakened, instantly swallowing up the entire space.

The fog rolled and surged, spreading like a ghost. Everything around was obscured by the fog, visibility dropped sharply, and only a hazy white was left in the visible range.

The faint black tentacles shuttled through the mist, sometimes slithering like nimble snakes, and sometimes stretching out suddenly like thick tree trunks. Every swing seemed to bring an invisible sense of oppression.

Kizaru felt the temperature around him drop sharply, and the chill ran up his spine. The air seemed to be thrown into chaos by these black tentacles, making a strange humming sound, as if countless wronged souls were crying.

The originally quiet environment now became eerie and terrifying, as if one had stepped into an unknown dimension.

The young man stood in the center of the fog, his eyes cold and crazy. He seemed to be enjoying it all. He raised his hands slightly, and the black tentacles danced more actively with his movements.

The entire space is under his control, like a cage shrouded in white fog. Once you are trapped in it, there is nowhere to escape. Ordinary people can only wait for the unknown fate to come in this fear.

At this moment Borsalino finally understood who he was facing. It turned out to be an old acquaintance. He had only seen the ability to spray white mist from the body surface in the mermen.

The Flash's battle suit was shining brightly in the thick white fog, and the flashing light of the lightning logo was even more dazzling. "It's you. I remember Admiral Haihu had killed you. Aaron didn't expect that you sold your soul to the evil god and lived until now. It really surprises me."

The boy's true identity is the fishman Arlong, who was a contemporary of Admiral Kizaru and a veteran of the Sun Pirates. His faith was shattered and he was defeated by the young pirate, so he completely devoted himself to the cult.

Borsalino didn't expect Aaron to be so alive. The two of them could actually meet in the future. Fate is really amazing. It's really an unbreakable fate.