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

Borsalino, the top combatant standing at the pinnacle of the Navy, possesses extraordinary abilities, ninety-nine percent of which are attributed to the Logia-type Glint-Glint Fruit, which can be described as a bug-level power.

As for the three types of Haki, although his Armament Haki and Observation Haki have been honed through countless trials and are worthy of his Admiral status, they can only be considered average and have not reached the level of Garp's physical sainthood and terrifying Haki.

As for the Conqueror's Haki, which is one in a million and symbolizes the qualities of a king, given his lazy and procrastinating nature, he probably hasn't even gotten close to awakening it.

After all, those who possess such domineering aura are either extremely determined or ambitious, while Kizaru seems to be only interested in his salary and pension.

Even without this so-called kingly talent, the terrifying power that Kizaru is displaying right now, enough to control the speed of light and annihilate a meteor shower with a wave of his hand, is something that no one in this world would dare to underestimate.

The forms of power may differ, but the destructive power that arises when it reaches its extreme is the same.

Faced with this seemingly invincible monster, even Kizaru's usually playful face finally showed a hint of seriousness.

In just a few breaths, a brand new, even more ferocious red-haired demon head, with thicker and longer horns and sharper teeth, grew back from the neck, completely intact!

His tattered clothes could not be restored, and Shiki was almost naked. His muscular upper body, covered with strange patterns, exuded a primitive and violent aura.

The next moment, Shiki's newly formed head underwent a terrifying 180-degree spin, and the ghostly face turned around from behind, its four blood-red eyes staring at Kizaru behind it with a teasing, cat-and-mouse expression.

"Kizaru, your Devil Fruit ability is indeed very strong. But if you want to truly kill me, you'll need to possess Conqueror's Haki first."

"What a shame..."

Shiki shook his head, as if feeling sorry for Kizaru, "Those who possess this quality are ultimately a minority on this sea, and you are clearly not among them."

Before he finished speaking, a massive, ominous, jet-black Conqueror's Haki erupted from the depths of Shikina's Red Demon body like a raging torrent bursting its banks.

Since he was now a demon, his Conqueror's Haki was mixed with an intensely dense and chilling ghostly aura, which transformed into a visible black aura ring, like a shockwave, that spread wildly in all directions.

Kizaru almost instinctively crossed his arms to protect himself, while simultaneously pushing his Armament Haki to its limit.

The black Conqueror's Haki impact struck Kizaru squarely in his defensive stance. Even with his strength as a Marine Admiral, he was pushed back dozens of meters by the force that contained such a powerful will.

The white cloak behind him, a symbol of justice, was being torn and fluttering in the face of this violent and domineering aura, with even tiny ripples appearing at the edges, as if it would be completely torn into strips at any moment.

Through the gap in his arm, Kizaru looked at Shiki, who exuded an overwhelming ghostly aura and seemed to have crawled out of the deepest part of hell. His heart, which had long been cultivated to be calm and undisturbed, could not help but be stirred up with a storm.

Kizaru's pupils contracted slightly at the old man's aura; it seemed even stronger than before!

A terrible thought uncontrollably arose in his mind: Could it be that every time Shiki is killed, he will not only not die, but will become stronger instead?

This thought sent a chill down Kizaru's spine. If that were true, then the monster before him was simply an unsolvable problem.

Shiki did not answer Kizaru's question, but his four blood-red eyes were now emitting an extremely eerie light.

That's not the ability of Observation Haki to foresee the future, nor is it simply vision; it's a more thorough and essential way of seeing through things—a clear understanding of the world!

In his eyes, Borsalino's elemental body of light had transformed into a transparent pattern of flesh and blood.

Muscle fibers, bone structure, blood flow, and even the powerfully beating heart in the chest cavity!

Everything was clearly presented before Shiki's eyes. All his weaknesses and vulnerabilities were laid bare before him. This was the charm of the transparent world.

Shiki's gaze was greedily fixed on Kizaru's chest, on the spot where his heart was radiating vitality. An intense and uncontrollable urge to eat surged from the depths of his heart.

He needs more and higher quality blood food to replenish the enormous energy consumed by this constant regeneration. He wants to taste what the flesh and blood of a naval admiral tastes like!

Wouldn't they be more delicious and more powerful than ordinary navy personnel?

Compared to Shiki, the newly minted man-eating devil, there has always been a seasoned cannibal hidden within the Navy. The number of people Shiki has eaten so far is not even enough to fill Night Demon's teeth.

The scene inside the field hospital ward was like a hellish painting depicted with the thickest blood and the deepest darkness, which crashed into Steel Bone Sky's eyes.

The air was filled with a nauseating stench of blood, and a faint putrid smell of entrails exposed to the air for too long.

The once pristine white sheets on the hospital bed were now soaked in a shocking dark red, and in the center of the pool of blood, a figure sat hunched over on the edge of the bed.

It was a person whose entire body was wrapped in bandages stained with blood, and beneath the bandages, the outline of a burly body could be vaguely seen. He had short purple hair and was a former Marine Admiral—Black Arm Zephyr.

At this moment, however, he showed none of the righteousness he once possessed as a general who never killed.

His head was buried deep in his mouth as he intently gnawed at the corpse, his hands tightly clutching the mangled upper body.

The body below the waist had vanished, revealing jagged bone fragments and mangled flesh torn apart. The delicious internal organs had long since been devoured.

Beneath Zefa's bed, on the cold floor, lay scattered human bones, thoroughly gnawed away; there was more than one victim.

Steelbone Kong felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. The old man was instantly bombarded with such a shocking imagery; what he saw before him was a scene of hellish carnage, where countless lives were consumed by monsters.

Is this monster in human skin the same General Zephyr that Kong knows?

The old marshal was speechless with shock at the bloody scene. Countless words he wanted to say were futile at this moment. No wonder the Navy had been investigating for so long without finding Nightmare's true identity.