Pirates: At the top of the game, Demon Barrett

Cell Reorganization

Click, click, click! !

Squeezed by a terrifying grip comparable to a Neptune-like bite, the left foot that was not covered by the armed domineering force was deformed, shattered, and twisted little by little!

It’s like sticking your entire foot into a 10,000-ton hydraulic press.

Barrett used his terrifying big hand wrapped in blue and blue weapons to firmly and powerfully shape his left foot into a bloody stick mixed with sticky blood and white bone residue.

Then, the sea-floor stone handcuffs that could not be destroyed by brute force slipped from the bloody stick.

Then the right foot…

When the heavy sea-tower stone shackles slipped from the shapeless feet, the ground in the cell was already stained with a thick layer of plasma.

A large amount of blood mixed with the dust on the ground, forming a strange black and red oil painting.

“Very good, the feet are free, and then the hands.”

Barrett’s face was rock solid.

It seemed as if they were crushed into strips and were not his own feet at all.

Withdrawing the armed domineering energy wrapped around his hands, he clenched his two fists and hammered down hard on the ground beneath him!

boom! !

It was like hundreds of tons of high explosives were detonated in an instant.

In the empty infinite hell, there was a sudden explosion like the earth was shattering.

A huge sound-barrier wave of air exploded from the cell where Barrett was located.

The violent energy was like a physical barrier, slamming several other inmates in the same cell against the wall.

The already shriveled body suffered such a heavy blow that the bones and tendons were broken immediately.

He fainted without even being able to utter a scream.

boom! !

Another earth-shattering explosion followed.

The overwhelming force is like a volcano erupting.

At this moment, the entire Impel City Prison erected in the deep sea was rumbling and shaking.

Countless pieces of dust and gravel fell from the walls and roof.

boom!

boom!

boom!

Just like the thunder that sounded in a thunderstorm, there were loud roars that shook the sky and the earth, rumbling and exploding in the infinite hell.

Barrett hammered the ground stubbornly, like a ruthless pile-driving machine.

His hands, which were handcuffed with sea-floor stones, hit the hard ground again and again.

His strength was so great that it was like a god beating a war drum.

The unarmed and domineering hands were gradually twisted, deformed, and shattered by the powerful and heavy impact.

Just like those shapeless feet, they were shocking.

“Clang!”

Finally, amid the splash of blood, a pair of heavy sea-stone handcuffs hit the ground heavily.

The ends of Barrett’s limbs, which were covered in blood, were shattered and twisted, and white bone stubble poked out from the damaged flesh, making people feel chilled all over.

But the corners of Barrett’s mouth became wider and wider.

“Jie hahahaha!”

“Jie hahahahaha!!”

He raised his head and laughed wildly, and the huge sound echoed in the empty infinite hell floor.

Wanton!

Unruly!

The shackles that bound the beast fell, and the devil in the darkness finally came out of his cage!

Looking at the tragic injuries on his body, the red light in Barrett’s eyes gradually receded.

The mad spirit regained its clarity.

The corners of his mouth curved, and he stretched out his broken and twisted hands.

“Then, let me try, can I achieve that level?” ”

If not, then this method of regaining freedom will be too ugly.”

“Hahahaha!”

He murmured to himself He activated his devil fruit ability.

He is a superman with combined fruit abilities.

This devil fruit was accidentally discovered when he was thirteen years old, seriously injured and at the end of his rope.

According to the description of the merged memory.

The Devil Fruit will choose a suitable master.

So maybe it wasn’t him who found the combined fruit back then.

But the combined fruit found itself.

He, Douglas Barrett, is the perfect person for this Devil Fruit.

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The Superman Fusion Fruit is able to arrange and combine all objects to make them into one.

It can also allow the inorganic substances you touch to blend with your body to form ideal changes.

A few years ago, Barrett developed his Devil Fruit ability to the point of awakening from the fruit.

Although restricted by the sea tower stone, there is no chance to practice the ability of the combined fruit.

But in his heart, Barrett believed that his development of the Fusion Fruit should have reached the limit of his ability.

Until half a year ago, I merged with the soul of that other world and learned a lot of knowledge beyond my horizons.

Such as physics, chemistry, biology and so on.

This made Barrett realize that there may be no limit to the development of Devil Fruit abilities!

So in the past six months, in addition to daily exercise, he has been studying other development routes for the combined fruit even while sleeping.

For example, merging oneself, arranging and combining the cells of the body, and exercising on a deeper level.

With the activation of the Fusion Fruit’s ability, a strange power emerged from Barrett’s body.

Under the control of his powerful spiritual will, a large ball of chaotic and misty light soaked and wrapped the broken hands and feet.

“Cell reorganization!”

A bright light bloomed in Barrett’s eyes, and he was more focused than ever.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Time passes little by little.

When more than ten minutes passed, his flesh and blood, which had been broken and twisted but still extremely tough, began to undergo strange changes!

Wow!

Like a melting candle.

Under the influence of the Fusion Fruit’s ability, Barrett’s broken hands and feet began to rapidly collapse, melt, and turn into a thick paste.

Misty light rippled in it, and the blood-colored paste flowed like water!

The wonderful influence extends from the hands and feet and quickly spreads throughout the body!

“Huh?!”

Feeling this strange feeling, Barrett’s majestic body trembled.

He was not surprised but overjoyed, and let go of the azure-blue armed domineering energy covering his body, letting the power of the combined fruit drive straight in and completely permeate his body.

Blah blah blah!

Amazing changes have occurred!

In the dark cell, Barrett, who was as majestic and tall as a hill, collapsed in an instant and turned into a large black-red fluid, rolling and surging in the cell like water waves.

In the black-red fluid, Barrett’s consciousness was ecstatic.

“Successful! I achieved the reorganization of my own cells!”

“This is another development besides the awakening of the Fusion Fruit!”

The torrent of cells formed by the body, under the control of consciousness, divided into more than a dozen slender tributaries, from It flew out from between the cracks in the cell bars.

Wisps of black and red material swirled together, condensing into Barrett’s original body bit by bit in the corridor outside the cell.

Tall and burly, as majestic as a mountain.

Seeing that his hands and feet were unscathed and completely recovered, with no trace of scars in sight, Barrett felt a little excited.

Extend your right hand.

When the ability is activated, the palms with thick joints turn into a flow of black and red particles.

The stream of particles flowed and turned into a bright flower.

He turned into a squirrel again, alive and well.

“Squeak, squeak, squeak,” the squirrel called, as if it had its own consciousness, but in fact it was Barrett himself who was controlling it.

It is not a natural type, but it can change its own form at will.

He saw the direction in which he could continue to become stronger, and he was no longer as confused as before.

He wants to become stronger.

Stronger!

Until the strongest!

“Are you really Douglas Barrett?”

From the dark depths of death’s silence, a slightly older but energetic voice suddenly came.

Barrett looked indifferently.

It was a single-room cell that had also not been opened by the escaped prisoners.

In the cell, a prisoner whose hands and feet were shackled by sea-tower stone shackles sat quietly.

He has long silver-white hair and ravine-like crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes.

A pair of eyes radiated wisdom, as if they could see through people’s hearts.

The lips are as red as blood.

Obviously a prisoner.

But his posture was as dignified and decent as that of a high-ranking noble.

It seems that the place I am in is not a gloomy and dark prison.

It is a majestic and magnificent ancient castle.