A startling thunderclap erupted on flat ground!
A roar far exceeding the elephant's trumpet blast exploded in everyone's mind, radiating sonic waves sufficient to make souls tremble...
It swept past the seabirds, and the seabirds fainted. It swept past the sea breeze, tearing the sea breeze apart. The sound was clearly not loud, yet it could hook people's emotions and twist them toward terror... Roy watched Pariston Hill, who was undergoing so sort of bizarre transformation, and couldn't help but admire that the other's talent, even among the future Zodiacs, was in a league of its own.
No less than Ging's or Botobai's.
"Conjuration." The more "real" the "imagination," the stronger the "conjured object."
In the first year after awakening his Nen ability, Pariston Hill, based on "Yorbian Chess," quickly conjured "Heavy Warhorses," "Armored Knights," and "War Elephants," among other "chess pieces."
After all, they were things that truly existed in reality. If he couldn't imagine them, he could simulate and draw inspiration from real objects... For example, a field trip to the zoo would always allow him to "restore" it from his imagination.
But the "Dragon," especially the "Silver Dragon" in the chess ga, was not only enormous, but also extrely difficult to find in reality.
Perhaps... an ordinary family would never even imagine in their entire lives that such a monster existed in the world.
Therefore, Pariston Hill could only rely on his own imagination, supplented by consulting so materials and observing ancient fossils of the dragon's bloodline—two-winged lizards—in museums, to construct in his mind... "what the 'Silver Dragon' he imagined should look like."
Even so, with his current "Aura Manifestation Quantity," it was still insufficient to completely conjure a full "Silver Dragon." He could only use himself as the seed, borrowing the dragon's form to construct a "Pseudo-Dragon!"
"Whoosh—" A great wind rose, faintly showing signs of evolving into a gale... With Pariston Hill at the center, "Nen" surged turbulently, gradually revealing a phantom dragon-shaped creature... It had the head of a horse, the body of a lion, the tail of a lizard, the scales of a crocodile, and two wings on its back like a bat. It roared at the heavens!
Revealing its "Dragon's Might!"
"Roar—" This roar was far more powerful than before... Pariston Hill flapped his wings and flew straight into the sky. The undulation spread out from him...
"Thud... thud... thud..." Including Kurajing, the bow-wielding young man, the snake-charr, the dagger-wielding man, First Mate Gus... all the crew mbers and exam candidates felt their vision go black, their brains instantly short-circuiting. Then, like dumplings being dropped into a pot, every single one of them fainted and collapsed to the ground.
"Hehehe... it's Little Hill's Silver Dragon!"
How long had it been... so long, two or three years, since he had last shown this form. Clark activated [Shu] and clashed fists with Illumi again. His obese body had sustained many sharp cuts; a closer look revealed they were all the work of "Snake-Bite."
Illumi spared a sliver of his attention to keep an eye on the battlefield. He also noticed the dragon, heard its mighty roar, and saw the strange state of the others on the ship fainting... His mind couldn't help but recall what his grandfather Zeno had said long ago, that their family was also raising a dragon, and that he would take him to see it when he was older.
Unexpectedly, he had encountered one here ahead of ti. His gaze shifted down, locking onto Roy.
His big brother's face was calm, betraying no expression. He let the fierce wind ss up his bangs, looking up at the sky. The "Silver Dragon" beat its wings, seeming to want to block out even the last bit of remaining sunlight!
At that mont, he beca unhappy... With a stomp of his foot, he shot into the sky. The cane-sword in his hand began to show spots of red as his altitude climbed. Then, they connected into a red line, which in turn spread across the entire blade, glowing with a scorching red light. Just a single glance made one's eyes sting, as if they were being burned.
"Young Master..." Gotoh's hands turned into machine guns, currently chasing Gore with strafing fire. The coins in his pocket had long been depleted; now it was purely Nen bullet output... He rembered the mont his eyes were injured... The sun was setting, a sun that should have set, yet seed to reappear, turning, within the young master's pupils.
Wantonly blooming with light!
"The sky is the dragon's ho turf. You shouldn't have co up..." Pariston Hill noticed Roy rushing up. His body, transford into the "Silver Dragon," looked down from above. Using the sky as his ho field, he swiped down with a claw. His speed was astonishingly fast, far exceeding the running giant elephant, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Roy.
The charge didn't stop. A person in mid-air has no foothold. If he couldn't dodge, he would inevitably be smashed into paste by the claw, just like Donovan, who had been turned into at pulp by Clark's palm... Gore, fleeing for his life under the barrage of Nen bullets, seized the chance to provoke Gotoh's nerves:
"Stop your useless struggle... I admit your young master is strong, but in front of the 'Silver Dragon'..."
"To this day, I have not seen anyone survive this attack from Pariston!"
"Even if he has only shown it once..."
'Is that so?'
Gotoh said nothing, his ten fingers firing even faster... The young butler did not look at Roy, concentrating on capturing Gore's movents. He had always believed in his young master... He would not let the opponent show it a second ti!
[True aning of the Sun · Eye of Delusion-Breaking]
Closer... Two suns climbed into his pupils...
Roy's eyes suddenly brightened... The world unfolded before him in the form of lines, without any concealnt...
The whistling gale, in that instant, stopped... All noise was extinguished... In the young man's eyes, there was only the claw, infinitely slowed down, and its master, Pariston Hill. He unhurriedly brought out his cane-sword, and thrust it toward the "Silver Dragon's" heart, at the blond-haired young man's chest—
Pariston Hill's clear eyes, confident at first, slowly... slowly... turned to shock... terror... anxiety... until he realized he couldn't move at all. He just watched, wide-eyed, as Roy sent the blade into his chest, bursting through his chest cavity, and erging from his back. Finally, in despair, his eyes lost all color. "Cough... cough... is this... your true Nen ability?"
His chest didn't hurt at all, he didn't even have any sensation, just felt a bit cold, then a bit hot. The cane-sword was pulled out... [The 0.1-second Transparent World] was deactivated...
The "Silver Dragon" faded, revealing Pariston Hill's true body.
He touched his chest, then looked up at Roy... like a kite with its string cut, he fell from the sky....
"Thud." A shallow crater was smashed into the deck...
A dead silence, followed by the sound of two frantic "dives!"
"He lost... Little Hill actually lost... Damned Zoldyck, I'm not playing with you anymore!" Clark, narrowly avoiding another Nen-wreathed "hand-knife" from Illumi, was terrified and instantly lost all will to fight. He turned and jumped into the sea.
Even faster than him was Gore!
The skinny bodyguard couldn't believe what he was seeing, but he had no choice but to accept the bloody reality. The mont Pariston Hill's heart was pierced, he had jumped without hesitation, swimming desperately into the distance. Chasing him were the "Nen bullets" unleashed by Gotoh!
"Too slow..." Roy landed on the deck, riding a gentle breeze. Without even looking, he casually added two more slashes!
The enormous slashes, though launched later, arrived first. They grazed past Illumi and Gotoh as if equipped with trackers, plunged into the sea, and chased after Clark and Gore... In just a single breath's ti, two miserable screams could be heard, and so blood floated to the surface...
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