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

As the golden lion's head was crushed, an eyeball stained with blood, with a hint of surprise still lingering in its pupil, detached from its socket and fell from the sky.

pat...

The eyeball landed precisely where it was, not far in front of the bow of the Moby Dick, almost face to face with the towering white-bearded Edward Newgate.

The white-bearded man lowered his deep gaze, staring silently at the eyeball at his feet that once belonged to his old friend. His wrinkled face revealed little emotion.

Only a sense of loss and desolation, a feeling of things having changed, culminated in a heavy sigh that slowly escaped from his broad chest: "Shiki, is this the ending you sought? It really is... quite tragic."

Throughout the battlefield of Marineford, almost everyone who witnessed the killing of the captain, whether pirates or marines, was in a state of extreme shock.

Many people even subconsciously rubbed their eyes, unable to believe what they were seeing.

The legendary pirate Shiki the Golden Lion, captain of the Flying Pirates, was killed on the spot by one of his own female officers in such a cruel and direct manner?!

"Is that woman crazy?"

"They actually...killed Captain Shiki?!"

For a moment, gasps and gasps of surprise rose and fell throughout the square.

Only now do many people truly realize that they may have underestimated this woman named Mirajane.

Don't underestimate the violent temper hidden beneath her beautiful exterior. Her extreme violence, enough to kill even legendary figures, makes her a true female demon, not much less formidable than Charlotte Linlin.

On the naval walls, Fleet Admiral Sengoku was also delighted at the beginning of the war. The infighting among the pirates, especially the killing of the captain by the officers, was a huge boon for the navy.

This reminded him of the once-powerful Rocks Pirates, which ultimately fell apart due to internal betrayal.

Even someone as powerful as Rocks D. Giebeck couldn't fully control the unruly monsters under his command, so it's not hard to understand why Shiki followed in his footsteps.

Just a few seconds later, the joy that had just appeared on Sengoku's face suddenly froze, because he noticed an extremely unusual detail.

"wrong"!

Sengoku roared in a low voice, "Why is the power of the Float-Float Fruit still there?!"

In the sky, there was a gap between Shiki's headless corpse and Mirajane standing in front of it, and Mirajane was not carrying the corpse.

However, Shiki's headless body did not fall downwards due to gravity, unlike the eyeball.

It continued to float in mid-air in a bizarre and illogical way, as if an invisible giant hand was still supporting Shiki's corpse.

Not only Sengoku, but also Admiral Green Bull, who was exerting all his power to try to pull Marineford back to the surface, suddenly noticed the anomaly.

He felt the floating force coming from above, fiercely resisting his Forest-Forest Fruit power, which not only did not weaken because of Shiki's death, but became more solid and more violent.

They continued to stubbornly pull Marineford back, preventing the entire island from sinking and unwilling to let the Marine Headquarters return to a safe location.

Green Bull's face showed disbelief. "How can a person continue to have their powers after they die? This is impossible!"

At this moment, Mirajane, the perpetrator, showed no sign of easing his anger after killing Shiki; instead, his expression became even more chilling.

Her eyes, burning with blue demonic flames, were fixed on the headless corpse floating before her, constantly spewing out black and red blood.

"Stop pretending to be dead, Shiki. I know you're not that easy to kill."

Before she finished speaking, Mirajane raised her demonized arm again, this time not as a claw but as a fist. The azure light on her fist compressed, radiating a terrifying wave of destruction.

"Get out here!" she roared sharply, her fist flying like a blue meteor as it slammed into the left chest, near the heart, of Shiki's headless corpse.

boom--! ! !

Another dull thud followed, and Shiki's chest was blasted open as if hit by a cannonball, leaving a gaping hole.

The shattered bones, torn muscles, and the remains of a heart that should have stopped beating when the skull was crushed, mixed with charred flesh and blood, were instantly vaporized by the terrifying power of this punch.

Even Shiki's left shoulder and part of his arm were destroyed in the aftershocks of the attack.

Two consecutive fatal blows to the head and heart would have made anyone think they were dead beyond any doubt.

However, most of the spectators could no longer believe that Shiki was dead, because his mangled corpse was still suspended in the air.

"Is he even human?"

"You still won't die after all this?"

A sound of flesh writhing and growing rapidly came from the hole in Shiki's chest. Countless tiny, dense buds of flesh were growing wildly along the edge of the hole.

They intertwine and entwine, rapidly reconstructing the destroyed internal organs at a speed visible to the naked eye, building a new skeletal framework, and covering it with newly formed muscle fibers and skin.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the terrifying hole in Shiki's chest was completely repaired, and even his lost left shoulder and arm grew back.

The newly formed skin had an eerie dark red color, covered with black patterns that resembled flowing lava.

At the severed, bare neck of Skena, countless granulation tissues and dark red blood vessels oozed out as if boiling.

They frantically converged and shaped, and in just a few breaths, a completely new head, entirely different from the previous one, actually grew out of the broken neck.

This newborn head was even more ferocious and terrifying than before. Its four eyes, like four deep pools filled with viscous blood, emitted a violent and chaotic red light.

A gaping maw opened wide, revealing two rows of sharp, white teeth like serrated blades, especially the two at the corners of the mouth, which protruded out of the lips like daggers.

His once somewhat bald head was now covered by a head of long, fiery red hair, and most strikingly, a pair of curved, metallic, jet-black demon horns had sprouted on either side of his forehead.

At this moment, Shiki's entire body skin had turned into that dark red color, which, combined with his crimson hair, demonic horns, and four bloodshot eyes, made him look nothing like the Golden Lion.

This is clearly a monster that crawled out from the deepest part of hell!

Perhaps from now on, he should be called—Red-Haired Demon Shiki.