Gaban dies

"Damn it! Where did Roger and Rayleigh go? This place is huge!"

Gaban walked alone down the desolate street, the wind blowing only the rolling stones on the ground; this was a post-war ruin.

Was it good luck or bad luck? He encountered very few people after he came in.

It's like playing a single-player game.

After easily dispatching a group of Quincy, he continued towards the core area. His immediate priority was, as expected, to find someone he knew and reunite with them.

Suddenly, a huge Iceburg appeared in front of us.

Gaban raised his head as high as he could to see the whole picture; it wasn't Iceburg at all, it was clearly a block of ice.

A giant cube of ice froze a giant in place, the giant's pose frozen, poised to strike.

"Loki?"

Gaban looked closely and recognized him.

Ten years ago, Loki, the Giant Tribe prince of Elbaf, also wreaked havoc in the God Valley, and his bounty was extremely high.

Moreover, thanks to the advantage that Giant Tribe have a lifespan far greater than that of normal humans, ten years passed in Loki's body without causing much change.

Gaban didn't know who had frozen Loki, and he decided to ignore Loki and continue on his way.

Click!

A crack appeared in the Iceburg, and the sound that rang out was exceptionally clear, echoing in the surrounding space in waves, never ceasing.

Gaban stopped and watched silently.

Snap!!

The Iceburg shattered! Loki broke free, threw his head back, and let out a furious the Roar.

The crack was still spewing out icy white steam, and Loki's shoulders and back, which had just emerged from the solid ice, were still covered with shards of ice.

Its body, over sixty meters tall, was covered in a hard, dark blue skin. The round shield in its left hand was still covered with clumps of ice that hadn't been shaken off, and the blade of the single-handed sword in its right hand was drenched with melting water droplets.

As soon as he appeared, Loki raised his greatsword and swung it down at Gaban on the ground.

"Since they've made a move, they must be enemies, right?"

Gaban dodged the falling ice shards and charged forward, his twin axes cleaving towards the giant's knees from left and right.

That was the most unstable joint of the behemoth.

Sizzle!!

The dull thud of the axe blade slicing into the hard skin was like hitting a rock. A gash appeared on Loki's knee, and blood gushed out like a red-stained lump of ice.

Loki swung his shield down, and the wind-blown round shield slammed solidly into Gaban's back.

Gaban was struck as if by a speeding carriage, flying sideways for over a hundred meters, his feet carving two deep furrows in the ground, the blood gushing from his throat splattering onto the ice and creating tiny cracks.

"Wow! More agile than I expected!"

Gaban wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes behind his sunglasses turning icy cold, his killing intent intensifying.

Loki continued to draw his sword, Gaban, bracing himself on the axe handle, jumped up, seemingly unaware that his shoulder blade was twisted, and spun around, the axe blade slicing straight at the giant's ankle.

With its imposing black brushed Haki, the axe pierced almost completely through the handle, severing Loki's foot.

Perhaps because he had been frozen for a while, his reactions and thinking slowed down, preventing Loki from dodging and resulting in him losing a leg.

Loki's body slumped, as if he were about to lose his balance.

But he still flew into a rage and swung his sword down, the ten-foot-long blade shattering the spot where Gaban had just stood.

Gaban rolled away, and the moment his clothes touched the ground, he saw that the wound on Loki's severed ankle had vanished into thin air, and a new foot had grown back.

"What the hell is this?!" Gaban spat out a mouthful of blood, his voice rough like a millstone.

He stomped his feet on the ground and leaped dozens of meters high.

"Eighty Owl Commanders!"

Gaban swung his swords in a crisscross motion, unleashing multiple tangible sword strikes that raged across a vast area. The surrounding area was now completely empty, devoid of any buildings.

As a result, all the attacks landed on Loki, causing countless wounds to burst open and blood to gush out.

Even though fine lines appeared on his arms, Loki's muscles actually swelled, making his body even stronger and larger.

The scene may seem grand, but each healed wound adds strength to the body.

Loki clearly knew himself well, and from the start of the battle he did not dodge at all, thrusting his sword straight at Gaban Gor, the wind from the sword scraping painfully against him.

Gaban, though suspended in mid-air, was remarkably agile.

He found a tricky angle, crouched down and crawled under the blade, reached out his left hand to hook the spine of the sword, and crawled along the broad blade like a mantis.

Loki raised his hand, which was larger than a building, and slammed it down; an ordinary person would probably be turned into mincemeat by this blow.

But Gaban hooked the greatsword with his two axes like scythes, flipped himself upside down, and hid his body under the blade.

Loki slammed his hand on his sword, and the thick, long blade trembled violently.

Gaban seized the opportunity, flipped over and jumped back up, then swung his right axe upwards along Loki's forearm, which was resting on the sword.

This time, a gash more than two meters long was slashed open on Loki's arm.

The wound wasn't large, but it served another purpose.

Gaban lunged forward, charging along Loki's arm, his twin axes held horizontally in front of him, rapidly circling and slashing, cutting open wound after wound.

Blood splattered all over Gaban's face, but he laughed in a particularly ferocious way, like a bloodthirsty beast.

Loki's arm muscles were all severed.

"Become an ant!"

Loki held the sword horizontally and slapped it to the side, as if he were shooing away flies.

But Gaban, using the force of Loki's sweeping sword, bent his legs and leaped high into the air like a spring, the sword grazing past the soles of his feet.

He spun halfway through the air, and both axes fell simultaneously, striking Loki's sword-wielding wrist.

The greatsword crashed to the ground, shaking the shards of ice beneath it. Loki's right wrist was nearly severed, the tendons dangling precariously.

Gaban leaped up again, lightly skimming the water.

At that moment, a large amount of new flesh suddenly gushed out from Loki's bloodied severed wrist, writhing and growing like a living thing. In an instant, the wrist bone had healed.

As this terrifying healing occurred, Loki's body suddenly grew several tens of meters taller.

Apart from the central castle, there is nothing in the Wandenreich bigger than Loki.

But Loki didn't have time to pick up the sword; he simply looked up.

"Divine Gate!!"

Gaban stretched his arms higher into the sky, looking down from above.

The raised double axes unleashed a powerful Conqueror's Haki, striking the earth like lightning on a cloudy day.

At this moment, Loki's center was wide open, and his newly grown hand pushed against the round shield in his left hand, sending it flying.

The next moment, the round shield shattered completely!

The earth-shattering slash came crashing down, striking Loki on the head!

Gaban roared and pulled downwards with all his might.

The double axes continued down the bloody gash on Loki's forehead, down his neck, down his chest... all the way down.

Loki was split in two right in the middle!

The two completely separated halves of the body swayed and fell to either side, like toppled giant pillars.

Whew!

Gaban landed, panting. Although he had enough stamina to fight for a long time, he couldn't sustain this kind of all-out Haki for long.

He also noticed Loki's amazing healing ability and made a decision that could not be delayed.

They must be annihilated with swift and decisive action!

Suddenly, Gaban felt something dazzle him. Upon closer inspection, he saw a silver badge floating in the sky, gleaming with a clear, faint light.

He instinctively sensed something was wrong, but before he could do anything, a large hand grabbed him!

Buzz buzz buzz--!

In the bright golden light, the cross-sections of Loki's two halves glowed, as if two magnets were simultaneously drawn together and forcibly dragged to the center to glue them together.

When Loki revived with an even larger body, his demonic eyes turned gold.

"The messengers of God are born for war!"

Gaban was brought to Loki by that large hand. They were very close, and Jabba could see Loki's glowing eyes, which had disappeared.

Loki stared at Gaban, then suddenly twisted his arm, causing a cracking sound as Gaban's clenched arms snapped together.

Gaban, however, gripped the axe handle tightly and refused to let go. He even loosened his grip on the axe, pulled his leg out, and kicked Loki in the face.

Loki was furious. He grabbed Gaban and slammed his fist into the ground. The punch triggered a small earthquake, and the earth cracked open like a spider web, spreading for kilometers.

Gaban coughed up a mouthful of blood, felt dizzy and lightheaded, had countless broken bones, and even suffered severe internal organ damage.

Loki remained silent, staring intently at Gaban.

Perhaps Loki loosened his grip a little, for Gaban let out a few breaths and a mocking smile appeared on his face.

"Ha! Is this what Quincy are like? Turning into something neither human nor ghost. Hey! Zealot! Do you even remember your own name?"

A name? Loki, of course!

Loki enjoys his current power and genuinely believes that the Quincy can change the world.

Therefore, Gaban's words have no effect on Loki.

"It's such a pity that neither you nor your captain will get to see that whole new world!"

Loki raised his greatsword and sliced off Gaban's head. Even in his last moments, Gaban grinned at Loki.