American Comics: BOSS Invasion

He had noticed before that after the zombies' shadows detached, they didn't disappear directly but all returned to him.

These twice-returned shadows, while they could be fused into Moria's body as power, could no longer be bestowed upon others.

Gekko Moria guessed that this was perhaps the law of the Shadow-Shadow Fruit.

Only freshly cut shadows could be used as souls.

And these secondhand goods could only be used as basic units.

Moria wasn't sure if these shadows would automatically dissipate once he returned to the pirate world.

It seemed like that should be the case.

"This is troublesome; I didn't expect there to be such a limitation!"

Moria shook his head and looked outside through the window. "Perhaps I should go and find some new shadows!"

"Ah, it's been so long since I've been in this courtyard; I'm actually quite nostalgic."

Perona held up a colorful parasol and walked slowly in front, with several Negative Hollows wandering around her, constantly making 'hara hara' sounds, looking very terrifying.

The newly born Matt followed behind in a daze, looking around, seemingly wondering why he was here.

"It seems you've integrated well. Is there a problem with your memory?"

Matt shook his head: "No, but I'm still clueless. And why would I be a zombie leader? Am I also a zombie?"

"Aren't you?" Perona rolled her eyes and said unhappily.

"How could I be a zombie? I should be the enemy of all evil. I'm the Ghost Rider! Right, where is Mephisto? I'm going to kill him!"

His expression suddenly became ferocious, then he blinked his eyes in a daze and muttered to himself, scratching his head: "Who is Mephisto? Why do I feel like this person is extremely hateful!"

Perona watched coldly, but didn't voice her doubts.

From the very beginning, she felt that Matt was strongly related to the old man from before; the aura on them was very similar.

However, Perona's sense of aura was only a superficial skill she had learned from Mihawk, and she hadn't reached the level of Observation Haki, so she wasn't very confident.

But she wasn't in a hurry. Having eaten the Hollow-Hollow Fruit, lifespan was no longer a limitation for her.

She only needed to wait quietly, and the answer would naturally come to light.

"Intruders, what do intruders look like? And I'm a zombie leader, so I should have some subordinates, right...?"

Before Matt could finish speaking, the sound of heavy footsteps came head-on.

The footsteps were heavy and rapid, like an elephant charging at full speed.

Perona's eyes darted around, her expression somewhat playful. She took a step back and floated directly into the air.

Matt was a little flustered.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Perona said: "Don't panic, your zombie generals are here, but there's one you need to be careful of, lest you die on your first day on the job!"

Matt panicked even more: "What? What are you saying...?"

"Absalom!"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a bold contralto.

A huge pink boar rushed out of the mist and appeared in front of Matt, wearing a huge wedding dress over its rough body.

Each of its front hooves gripped a long sword, as if it were wielding two large tusks, charging straight ahead.

Matt widened his eyes, wanting to dodge, but it was too late.

The pink boar jumped up on the spot, rotated 360 degrees in the air, and then slammed heavily onto Matt's body.

There was a loud bang, the ground shook, and the surrounding buildings seemed to jump.

Matt disappeared directly under the pink boar.

Only to hear her shout in a contralto: "Lord Absalom, I've heard everything! You were killed by someone, and your body has been burned to ashes, but don't worry, I won't dislike your ugliness. My love for your new image is as unwavering as ever. Let's get married...!"

The pink boar's body trembled, and then two trembling arms stretched out from under it.

"You've got the wrong person. I'm not Absalom, I'm Matt...!"

The boar's tears burst out, and it suddenly jumped up and slammed down again.

You want to start a new life, right? Me too! Let's get married and start a new life together!"

As it spoke, the boar became excited and hugged Matt in its arms, rolling around on the spot.

Meat Tank!

The original humanoid pit was instantly rubbed into a cloud of dust.

Matt had only been awake for less than 10 minutes, and he was once again ravaged to the point of losing consciousness.

Fortunately, his body had been specially strengthened.

This simple physical attack, although it could bring pain, could not truly injure him.

But Matt was tired. Although he had lost his memory, he was absolutely certain that he would never have a boar girlfriend.

Perona had been watching the show from the side, laughing until tears were about to fall.

Perona knew about Lola's marriage craze and the things between Lola and Absalom.

But what she didn't expect was that Lola was so obsessed with Absalom that she wouldn't let him go even after he changed bodies.

At this time, chaotic footsteps came, and a group of zombie generals of various shapes, wearing various armors, slowly walked out.

A zombie wearing a captain's hat, with almost his entire face rotten, took a wine gourd and poured wine into his mouth.

He glanced at Matt, who was being pressed under the boar, and said drunkenly: "Leader, it's almost time, should we move out?"

Matt struggled several times in a row but couldn't escape the boar's embrace. Enraged, deep red flames quickly appeared on his body surface.

Lola was obviously an expert. The moment she sensed the intrusion of high temperature, she retreated more than ten meters away.

The flames continued to rise, and Matt's entire body was burned clean, leaving only his skeleton roaring in the flames: "I told you, I'm not Absalom, you idiot!"

Everyone was stunned.

They were zombies, how could they be unharmed in the flames?

Perona also watched with great interest. She was also seeing this type of zombie for the first time, and the flames were especially strange, actually only burning away the skin and internal organs, completely leaving behind his bones.

The newly baked Ghost Rider vented his emotions and looked at himself in astonishment. After a few seconds of愣, he said: "No wonder images of flames always flashed in my mind, so this is my ability."