Chương 1281: Sea God: Ragnarok

If the awakening space is allowed to continue shrinking, then everyone in it will face a catastrophe - being ruthlessly squeezed to death.

Of course, this also includes Katakuri himself, who is already unconscious.

"This madman!"

Napoleon roared angrily.

He didn't expect that Katakuri would choose to die together with him.

I felt the violent vibration coming from under my feet, as well as the powerful pressure brought by the awakening space around me that had been strengthened by Katakuri.

This pressure was like countless giant hands tightly grasping his throat, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

It only takes a minute for them to be completely compressed into a meat patty like an ant under a huge rock, without even the slightest chance of resistance.

Faced with such a desperate situation, Napoleon did not dare to hesitate at all.

He raised the trident in his hand, and a dazzling golden light burst out from his body. In that light, there was an unparalleled domineering aura, like a golden sun shining in the sky.

Not only that, on the trident, there were golden lightning swirling around and around, making crackling sounds.

At this moment, Napoleon was like a god descending to the earth, extremely powerful.

"Ragnarok!"

As he roared angrily, Napoleon used all his strength to slash the trident in his hand fiercely at the surrounding awakening space.

In an instant, an extremely bright golden light cut through the void and blasted towards the awakening space with the power to destroy the world.

However, despite the incredible power of this attack, it turned out that Napoleon underestimated the toughness of this awakened space.

The trident of Poseidon slammed heavily onto the awakening space with the power to destroy the world.

However, what was unexpected was that such a powerful blow only caused a slight ripple in the awakening space.

Immediately afterwards, the terrifying shock wave caused by the Trident of Poseidon disappeared without a trace in an instant, like a stone sinking into the sea, as if it had been completely absorbed by the entire awakening space.

Napoleon was horrified when he saw this scene.

You know, that attack just now was his most powerful killing move that he used with all his strength, but it didn't cause even a little bit of substantial damage.

Although his domineering Haki still seemed a little immature and unfamiliar compared to those aunts and uncles who were battle-hardened and experienced, and he had only just mastered it recently.

If it weren't for this, he probably wouldn't have been released so easily by Esdeath.

But even so, with his current attack power, he has actually reached the level of a navy admiral.

But who could have thought that facing Katakuri's awakened devil fruit ability, the strongest attack he had unleashed with all his strength would be so vulnerable, as futile as an ant trying to shake a tree.

Could it be that Katakuri's awakened devil fruit is powerful enough to rival the navy admirals?

In terms of the attack power of the devil fruit, can it even compete with it?

Thinking of this, Napoleon's expression became more solemn and serious.

He stared at the seemingly small yet indestructible awakening space in front of him, and his mind involuntarily recalled his past experiences.

You know, even Esdeath, who possessed extraordinary strength and was famous all over the world, once tried to break through Katakuri's awakening space from the inside, but ended in failure in the end.

So now, how can I break this deadlock?

"Fruit awakening? That's really tough!"

Napoleon suddenly recalled the scene of his first mission to the Death Corps. The enemy he encountered at that time was also an awakened Devil Fruit user.

If it weren't for my aunt's help in that fierce battle, I would have died long ago.

At this moment, looking at the unconscious Katakuri in front of him, Napoleon couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Originally, I planned to defeat you with my own strength, but I underestimated you after all. You are indeed worthy of being recognized as a powerful opponent by my aunt!"

After saying that, Napoleon stared at Katakuri with a serious and complicated expression.

As time went by, the awakening space was shrinking at an alarming speed and was about to approach him.

At this critical moment, Napoleon had no time to care about anything else.

He suddenly raised the trident high in both hands. In an instant, a dazzling golden light emerged from his palms and flowed towards the trident as quickly as a gurgling stream.

Then, this golden light rushed up along the shaft of the trident and finally gathered at the head of the trident.

At this moment, an extremely dazzling golden light suddenly burst out from the trident, like a rising sun, instantly illuminating the originally dim and dark space.

At the same time, Napoleon's whole body was shining with a layer of golden light, as majestic as if he was wearing a golden armor.

What was even more amazing was that a vast, soft and warm light continuously gushed out of his body like a tide, filling this narrow and cramped space in an instant.

The rapidly shrinking awakening space suddenly stopped as if it was tightly grasped by an invisible big hand.

The force that had been constantly squeezing inwards now stagnated as if it had been frightened by the powerful force that suddenly erupted from Napoleon.

Looking at Napoleon at this time, his whole body was covered with a layer of dazzling golden light. This layer of light was like a piece of armor made of pure gold, fitting tightly on his body.

The dazzling light made him look like a god descending to the earth, majestic and inviolable.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful force like the vast ocean gushed out from Napoleon's body.

The force was so strong that the entire venue was filled with a strong sea atmosphere, as if you were in the depths of a turbulent ocean.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the Trident of Poseidon held high in Napoleon's hand. The golden light above it became more and more dazzling, making it impossible to look directly at it.

Following an angry shout: "Sea God, Ragnarok!"

Napoleon held the trident tightly in both hands, and then thrust it into the ground with tremendous force.

At this moment, the vast and boundless power rushed into the ground like a flood breaking through a dam.

In an instant, an earth-shaking, overwhelming momentum suddenly swept across the entire venue.

The wind was howling, sand and rocks were flying, and even the air seemed to be torn apart by this momentum.