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

The terrifying, dark red to almost black venom gushing from Magellan's body was no longer a force controlled by his will. Instead, it was like a living being with its own consciousness, taking the initiative and frantically devouring and eroding his body.

His lifelong beliefs collapsed completely due to Impel Down's betrayal and the loss of control over his own power.

Perhaps from the moment he chose to pledge allegiance to the Celestial Dragons, the slave-owning class, his life embarked on a path destined to never reach the light. Magellan deserved a bigger stage.

He placed all his ideals and loyalty in a corrupt slave-owning class, but in the end he could not save anyone, not even himself, and could only watch helplessly as everything headed for destruction.

"Uh ah ah..."

Magellan let out a pained roar that sounded inhuman. His body twisted and swelled violently in the venom, his skin was corroded and his muscles were dissolving, and his bones made cracking sounds as they were unable to bear the weight.

The viscous venom, like a living parasite, burrowed out of his seven orifices, covered his entire body, and dragged the Venom-Venom Fruit user into the deepest venom hell he had created.

The relationship between the king and his mount was completely reversed at this moment. It was no longer Magellan riding Venom, but Venom riding and devouring Magellan. A terrible, mindless Venom monster was taking shape.

The black dragon Acnologia, hovering in the air, revealed a rare complex expression in its dragon eyes. Eating a Devil Fruit has its advantages and disadvantages, and today it was showing the world the biggest disadvantage.

He clearly sensed that Magellan's own will was rapidly dissipating within the ever-expanding poisonous behemoth below, replaced by a pure chaos, a venomous instinct solely focused on destroying everything.

"Pity……"

Acnologia let out a long and deep dragon roar, carrying a sigh of regret for the strong, "A soul that could have climbed to a higher peak was devoured by a wrong faith and out-of-control power. Magellan, your end is regrettable."

As he sighed, the boundless venom surged into the surrounding seawater like a burst dam of the Styx.

The moment the seawater came into contact with the venom, it emitted a chilling corrosive sound, and large swathes of the ocean were instantly dyed a strange dark red and dark green, forming a death zone.

Whether it's ordinary fish in the deep sea or enormous, ferocious sea monsters, as soon as they come into contact with this poisoned seawater, they will immediately rise to the surface, their bodies rapidly decaying and dissolving, eventually turning into stark white skeletons that sink into the dark seabed.

This highly toxic sea is expanding outwards at an alarming rate, blocking all conventional escape routes and advancing from the periphery, which is already surrounded by a deadly ocean.

It is estimated that ordinary ships would not be able to travel far before their hulls were corroded and developed large holes, eventually leading to the destruction of the ship and the loss of all life in the toxic sea.

Meanwhile, Impel Down, under the control of Avaro Pizarro, also reached the peak of its ascent.

Amidst deafening roars and towering waves, this colossal structure, which integrates all the structures from the first to the sixth level, finally broke through the sea surface.

The long-awaited, salty sea breeze of freedom violently poured into the upper levels of Impel Down, while the dazzling sunlight, like a golden sword, pierced through the darkness and despair that had shrouded this place for years.

"It's sunshine, it's sky!"

"We...we're out!"

"Freedom, it's the breath of freedom!"

The pirates, who happened to be located on the upper level of the merged structure, greedily and almost frantically breathed in the fresh air, looked up at the boundless blue sky, and many of them were so excited that tears welled up in their eyes, and some even knelt down and kissed the ground that smelled of sea salt.

The pain of being imprisoned for years or even decades seemed to be released at this moment, and the feeling of freedom had never beckoned to them so vividly.

At this moment, hell and heaven are separated by only a thin line above the colossal Impel Down.

Alvaro Pizarro, who was integrated into Impel Down, was the first to clearly sense the dramatic changes in the external environment; the situation was worse than he had imagined.

His consciousness, assimilated with the architecture, was as if pierced simultaneously by countless red-hot poison needles. The originally cold seawater around Impel Down was being rapidly polluted by the terrifying venom released by Magellan, replacing the normal seawater at an extremely fast pace.

This newly formed sea of ​​poison is far more corrosive than anyone could have imagined!

Ordinary marine life dies instantly upon contact, and even the thick outer walls of Impel Down, made of hard rock, sizzle and hiss under the continuous soaking of the venom, their surfaces etched with countless pits.

The tyrannical king could feel a slow, persistent pain emanating from the part of himself that was integrated with the building, as if he were being gnawed by millions of poisonous insects; a poisoning sensation that penetrated to the bone was spreading.

Although he can hold on for the time being thanks to the power of the Island-Island Fruit, this living fortress he has just taken control of is being eroded little by little from the outside. It is like a giant ship sailing into an ocean of acid, and it is only a matter of time before it dissolves and sinks.

Douma sensed the change in the outside world. He gently shook his head, and the fake smile of compassion on his face faded a bit.

"It seems that Commissioner Magellan is determined to take you all to your deaths..."

Douma's voice remained calm, yet carried a sense of detachment, "Such hospitality, I must decline to keep you company."

Before he finished speaking, the golden folding fan in his hand snapped shut again, and a chilling, dreamlike icy blue mist emanated from his body, quickly enveloping him.

In the blink of an eye, the icy mist dissipated, leaving the spot completely empty. This archbishop of the evil cult had escaped this doomed place in such a bizarre and unpredictable way, leaving without a trace.

Almost at the same moment Doma disappeared, Redfield, who had been using his Observation Haki to its fullest extent, suddenly narrowed his pupils.

He sensed a chaotic aura emanating from the top floor of Impel Down, closest to the exit.

"It must be the Holy Trinity of Chiringom!"

Redfield shouted sharply, his voice cutting through the chaotic noise, "He's with Barrett. The Celestial Dragons want to leave from the top floor. Now is the best time to escape!"

This loud shout was like the clarion call to the final charge. All the pirates and transvestites who could still move, whether they had just struggled up from the lower levels or had been fighting bitterly on the fourth level, unleashed their last potential for survival.

"Charge!"

"Get the Barrett back!"

Freedom is within reach.

Ignoring the crumbling, venom-corroded buildings beneath their feet and the potential for ambushes, they surged upwards like a burst dam, frantically moving through the twisting, ever-evolving rock passage that Pizarro had forcibly carved out with his abilities.

The higher you go, the brighter the light becomes, the fresher the sea breeze becomes, and you can even faintly hear the sound of the waves from the outside world. That atmosphere, symbolizing unbridled freedom, is like the strongest stimulant, stimulating everyone's nerves.

Ivankov's transvestites, Black Sperm and Pochi, and other LEVEL 6 thugs all joined this torrent.

Their goals were unanimously aligned: to catch up with Chiringom Saint, seize Douglas Barrett, and then escape this hellish place to embrace the long-awaited sunshine and sea.