One Piece: I am Imu-Chapter 315: The Fall of Gallia’s Army

While Sheffield stood behind the Gallian army, smugly watching the 'Jörmungandr' mercilessly ravage the Albion army, she had also been paying attention to Biba's movements.

She noticed the purple-white smoke that surged out like a wave and began to fill the sky at a very fast speed.

Soon.

Many people on both sides of the battlefield also saw this scene one after another.

At this time.

Biba's figure had long disappeared into the thick fog.

So they could only see the purple-white smoke, like thick dark clouds blown by strong winds, or like a terrifying avalanche rolling down from the mountains.

It was overwhelming and pressed toward the Gallia camp.

This scene naturally scared countless people.

Except for the soldiers who were fighting on the front line and did not dare to relax their vigilance, the people behind them had gradually stopped their actions and looked up at the sky blankly.

It was truly that the battle created by Biba was too grand and even had some elements of showing off.

After all, he always regarded logia ability users as beings that could be called gods.

Then when gods take action, they naturally have to have the pomp of gods!

The surging purple mist incarnated by Biba finally fell from the sky to the vast battlefield.

"No, it's not good."

"Run, run!"

Although the soldiers on the side of Gallia didn't know what this tsunami-like purple mist was, their survival instinct as living beings made them subconsciously feel the breath of death.

They no longer cared about the military orders and turned around, running toward their own camp in panic.

Facing the hail of bullets, they at least dared to hold up their shields, roaring and charging forward, because their opponents were humans on the other side.

But facing this vast and mysterious purple mist, they could not think of resisting at all.

Because their opponent was not human, not even a creature with a body.

However.

The speed of the vast purple mist was far beyond their imagination. It was truly like a rolling tsunami or avalanche, engulfing the Gallia soldiers who desperately tried to throw away their armor and flee frantically.

"Uh--ah--"

"I can't breathe, I can't breathe."

These unfortunate soldiers first felt their consciousness become drowsy, dizziness and nausea overcame them, and then breathing became difficult. Their faces gradually turned red and contorted in pain due to lack of oxygen, and their vision blurred.

Eventually, they suffered brain death, completely losing consciousness, and their skin gradually turned pink.

"Poison!"

"That's poison gas!!"

This scene terrified the Gallia soldiers who were still running wildly in front of them, and the magicians in front of them turned pale, trembling uncontrollably.

Even Sheffield's face was ashen, and fear began to appear in her eyes.

This scene was truly too terrifying.

The vast purple gas that spread over the sky was like a great disaster from mythology, swallowing all life in its path and leaving behind dense pink corpses.

King Wales and other Albion dignitaries gathered on the deck of the magic airship in the sky, also looking down at this horrifying scene in shock.

It was like a purple carpet rolling southward over the vast land, chasing tens of thousands of ants that were frantically fleeing.

At this moment, human life truly seemed as insignificant as grass.

From the moment the lethality of gas to living beings was revealed, the morale of the Gallia side collapsed completely in less than a minute.

Whether it was the generals, knights, or magicians, everyone was desperately fleeing southward.

Even in the chaos, some fought each other for the flying dragons or warhorses, disregarding comradeship and loyalty.

But who could stop them at this time?

No one.

Even Sheffield had summoned two gargoyles to grab her hands and fly her higher into the sky.

As for the Jörmungandrs in the distance, she could no longer care.

After all, if she died, those Jörmungandrs were just a pile of uncontrolled metal scrap that would attack any living creature at will until their energy was exhausted, and they were completely scrapped.

And she must report the situation of Biba to His Majesty Joseph as soon as possible.

Damn it.

The 70,000-man army was destroyed, and so were the 'Jörmungandrs'. What will His Majesty do next?

Sheffield angrily took one last look at the surging purple air behind her. After this battle, the Kingdom of Gallia was completely ruined.

A kingdom without a strong enough military force could not suppress the principalities, marquises, and noble territories of all sizes.

"Fortunately, Your Majesty still has a secret trick. As long as the girl named Louise is captured, I believe her void magic should be able to deal with this evil poison magic!"

Thinking of this, Sheffield's face showed a sinister sneer.

...

On the other side, Tristain Magic Academy was also in chaos at the moment, with all kinds of magical explosions and screams of female students everywhere.

It seemed that someone had attacked this place.

On the lawn of Oster Square in the academy.

Tucker calmly looked at a blond, blue-eyed boy standing opposite him, holding a golden instrument that looked like a saxophone but was much larger.

Not far away, Chelsea was fighting with another green-eyed girl wearing a black dress and purple hair.

The latter was extremely agile, not like a magician at all, and used a short dagger in a very delicate and insidious way, supplemented by various magic techniques that enhanced her speed and agility.

Although she couldn't defeat Chelsea, she was enough to hold her back for a while.

Louise and Saito stood behind Tucker nervously. The attackers were obviously targeting Louise.

"It seems that words alone can't make you hand over the person, so..."

The blond boy retracted his gaze from Tucker, slowly placed the strange golden instrument on the lawn, and then pressed the button of a steel pipe with his right thumb.

Immediately, with a melodious sound, circles of white light patterns like rippling water appeared beneath his feet and spread in all directions.

This scene aroused Tucker's curiosity.

Magic?

But the next second, his face changed, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

Because where the light waves swept, including the ground under his feet, almost instantly changed from grass and soil to blue water.

Alchemy!

"Turning grass and soil into water, completely transforming the elemental properties of matter—this is Stigmata-level alchemy!"

Tucker stared at the blond boy with shock in his eyes.

How is this possible?

"Hey, what are you doing..."

However, at this moment, the blond boy, Damien, was also looking at Tucker with surprise.

Because when the ground beneath his feet turned into clear water, there was no spell, no staff, and not even any magic fluctuations.

He simply clapped his palms in front of him, and a whirlwind, visible to the naked eye, surged around him, lifting him up and saving him from the embarrassing fate of falling into the water.

He also floated Louise and Saito behind him.

When Damien heard Tucker's words, he immediately raised an eyebrow and asked curiously, "You can actually recognize alchemy?"

"Of course, because I am an alchemist myself."

Tucker calmed down and nodded gently.

It was rare to meet a fellow alchemist in this foreign world, and the other party seemed to be a young alchemist genius.

But this genius seemed too talented.

He looked only fourteen or fifteen years old, yet his alchemy level was comparable to that of Dean Isaac?

Unbelievable!

However, Tucker also had some doubts in his heart. Was this blond boy's alchemy really his own? Or did it have something to do with the strange musical instrument in his hand?

"What, you're an alchemist too?!"

Damien was shocked. After all, his 'advanced alchemy' was an ancient method that had been lost in this world.

As for why he could do it, that was a secret.

In short, he had always thought that he was the only alchemist in this era.

"Yes."

Tucker nodded again, then controlled the airflow around him, quickly forming a circular alchemy array with a three-meter diameter on the water's surface beneath his feet.

Clapping his palms upward, he instantly activated blue electric currents.

[Shua————]

The next second, with the alchemy array as the center, a white cold air swept out, and in the blink of an eye, the newly formed 'campus lake' was frozen into a thick sheet of ice.

The black-dressed girl who had been fighting Chelsea was frozen up to her waist.

Chelsea, recognizing the transmutation circle, jumped out of the water just in time to avoid the cold air. Landing beside the half-frozen girl, she smiled and said: "Little sister, how about we introduce ourselves to each other?"

"Hmph!"

Jeanette turned her head away indignantly.

On the other side.

Damien, now standing firmly on the ice, saw Tucker's technique and muttered to himself, "It really is alchemy, but can alchemy be this flexible?"

After all, he himself couldn't control the wind to activate an alchemy array without magic.

"Let me introduce myself. I am an intermediate alchemist from overseas. My name is Tucker. What's your name and how old are you?"

Tucker asked with a friendly smile, ignoring the fact that they were still technically opponents.

"Overseas? Intermediate?"

The sharp-minded Damien immediately caught those two key words but still answered obediently, "My name is Damien. I'm ten years old this year. As for what level of alchemist I am, I don't know."

"Ten years old?!"

Tucker was stunned and asked again, "Excuse me, did you initiate the alchemy just now, or..." He glanced at the golden instrument in Damien's hand.

But Damian pouted and said, "Why should I tell you? We're opponents right now, aren't we?"

"Hehehe."

Tucker chuckled at such childish words, but he had already gotten the answer he wanted.

Because when a person is asked something, whether they answer or not, they will always subconsciously think of the truth in their mind.

That was enough.

In short, Damian's own alchemy level could only achieve material reconstruction.

But the 'Ancient Alchemy Relic' in his hand granted him the ability to transform matter.

However, it only had that ability—other aspects, such as material transmutation and material synthesis, were beyond its capabilities.

Nevertheless, this relic allowed him to bypass the need for an alchemy array. He only had to imagine the process, place the relic close to the ground, and press the button to activate it.

Even so...

It was still worthy of being called an 'alchemy relic.' After all, only Stigmata-level alchemists who had glimpsed the 'Truth' could perform true matter transformation.

However, Tucker saw through all of this yet chose not to say anything. He had no interest in showing off his ability to read the other's mind.

"Reaching the level of a primary alchemist at ten years old is already enough to be called a genius."

So, Tucker simply praised him and then asked with a smile, "Then, Damien, why did you capture Miss Louise?"

"Is my alchemy only primary?!"

Damien was stunned. If this guy claimed to be intermediate, did that mean he was actually better than him?

And if there were primary and intermediate levels, then there had to be an advanced level, right?

"We just got hired. After all, alchemy research requires a lot of funding. As for who hired us, we can't say."

Damien answered casually, then smirked. "So, can this alchemist senior not interfere with us?"

"I see, for money? That is a common struggle for rogue alchemists."

Tucker suddenly understood.

Having grown up in the 'Academy of Truth' and coming from a noble family in the Alchemy Kingdom, he had never faced such hardships.

But as he grew older, he came to realize that most alchemists, especially those outside academies, had to constantly scramble for money, resources, and materials.

Alchemy required extensive knowledge—books, expensive materials, and countless experiments to understand the elemental transformations of substances.

"Wait a minute. Since you've mastered matter transformation, you can create as much metal as you want, right?" Tucker asked in confusion.

Surely, Damien wasn't bound by the traditional ban on gold transmutation, especially in a world without an official alchemy academy.

"That would be boring. Money is something you should earn yourself."

Damien lifted his youthful face and answered calmly.

Tucker was moved once again—this time by Damien's character and principles.

"Good, good, good! At such a young age, you can already control your greed. That's rare—too rare!"

Tucker beamed with joy. Looking at Damien with admiration, he suddenly raised his hand and asked with a smile: "Would you like to learn more about alchemy?"

"Hmm?"

Damien stared directly at Tucker in confusion. "You want to teach me?"

"Yes, I'll be your teacher. I'll cover all the resources you need for your studies. You don't have to do this just to make money!" Tucker said frankly.

"Even if you have money, you can't just say you want to be my teacher."

Damien tightened his grip on the golden instrument and laughed. "And I don't just know alchemy, Mr. Tucker~"

The next moment.

He pressed the button with his thumb again, and immediately, icicles rose one after another from the frozen surface.

Then, the icicles rapidly morphed into bizarre-looking 'ice monsters'.

As soon as they took shape, they lunged toward Tucker—while even more continued to emerge.

This was a fusion of alchemy and magic!

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