"Now, only the last one remains."
Brian's heart surged with excitement as he rubbed Otohime's head in his arms, forcibly suppressing his inner thrill. The consecutive births of two Beast Girls at Admiral Candidate Level represented a tremendous boost to both his personal strength and the forces under his command. Thinking about the increasingly turbulent New World ahead, Brian felt more confident in his ability to handle whatever came next.
"Mmm~"
Otohime made a slightly pained face, looking at her originally smooth and silky hair that had been tousled again. She herself was actually extremely excited and thrilled. Witnessing the birth of so many Beast Girls today had been a massive shock to her system. Back on Fish-Man Island, the strongest person she had ever seen was Boss Tiger from the Fish-Man District - someone she'd glimpsed from afar during the forced uprising on Fish-Man Island several months ago. Tiger's strength had left a deep impression on her young mind.
Never did she imagine that after being kidnapped and taken away from Fish-Man Island, she would encounter such a vast new world. Not to mention others, even Chinjao who had captured her far surpassed Tiger in strength. And then there was Brian before her, along with all those powerful Beast Girls.
Otohime couldn't help but feel grateful in her heart that she had already voluntarily applied to become a Beast Girl and had been approved. She had already started fantasizing about what she would look like after becoming a Beast Girl and how powerful she might become.
Brian paid no attention to Otohime's thoughts as his attention was completely focused on the last remaining culture dish before him. As time passed, the culture fluid in the dish had already begun turning golden, and the clone body inside had started glowing faintly, covering what had previously been exposed private areas.
Beside the clone, a small fragment of Devil Fruit was rapidly dissolving into the culture fluid, being absorbed by the clone. From the fragment, one could identify this as a fruit with warm amber coloring throughout. The fruit's skin was smooth, covered with light golden patterns resembling whirlwinds. Its overall shape resembled a beating heart, yet subtly outlined the form of a galloping steed. It emitted an aura of vibrant vitality, unbridled freedom, and an ancient, wild dignity.
Zoan-Type, Horse-Horse Fruit, Mythical Zoan, Centaur Form!
This was the information about the final Mythical Zoan Devil Fruit, also marking the last Mythical Zoan Beast Girl as a Centaur Girl. According to legend, these were mythical creatures with human upper bodies and horse lower bodies that could command the swift winds. Skilled with bows and arrows, capable of hitting any target with pinpoint accuracy, they were powerful beings specializing in long-range attacks.
Simply put, this was an archer-type Beast Girl, adept at "kiting" tactics!
Their current Beast Girl team indeed lacked such a powerful long-range attacker. With the Centaur Girl, their team composition would become more complete.
Sizzle~
Soon, under everyone's watchful eyes, this last remaining fragment of Devil Fruit was completely digested, transforming into a stream of energy that thoroughly dissolved into the culture fluid.
The Culture Fluid in the Culture Dish had turned completely golden and radiant, emitting a soft yet vibrant aura.
Just looking at it felt like a gentle breeze caressing the face, bringing a sense of comfort.
Splash~
Splash~
The Culture Fluid gradually grew turbulent, continuously washing against the Culture Dish.
The clone emitted a brilliant light, within which her body began to reshape and stretch, her lower half gradually transforming into the robust form of a horse's torso.
The atmosphere in the laboratory became tranquil and serene, starkly different from the violent or icy conditions during the previous births of Beast Girls.
A refreshing aura, reminiscent of grasslands and forests, began to permeate the air.
Berlos, who had been unruly before, closed his eyes slightly under the influence of this aura, showing no aversion to this natural scent.
Agni also narrowed his eyes, quietly observing the glowing figure in the Culture Dish.
Griffin reacted more strongly; being wind-attributed herself, she manifested faint streams of green energy around her body in response to the similarly wind-attributed Centaur Girl.
The other Beast Girls also relaxed their expressions, waiting curiously with keen interest.
The defiant Ella and Feixue narrowed their eyes without speaking, while the gloomy Aola silently stroked her hair————
The waiting process was calm and brief. After a while, the golden light in the Culture Dish receded like a tide, perfectly merging into the agile figure within.
There was no shattering, no strange noises.
The glass cover of the Culture Dish slid open silently upward.
Clip-clop~
The light yet steady figure lifted her legs and stepped out of the Culture Dish, her four hooves landing on the ground with crisp, rhythmic "clip, clop" sounds.
This newly born Beast Girl possessed a heroic posture, perfectly combining a female upper body with the powerful lower body of a steed.
Her height exceeded two meters, with smooth and powerful lines throughout her form.
Her upper body took the shape of a human female, with healthy wheat-colored skin, a robust build, and well-defined muscles that still retained feminine grace.
Her face was elegant yet resolute, with emerald-green eyes like a forest in early spring—clear, sharp, and full of wisdom and vitality.
Her hair, the color of ripe wheat fields, was tied into a ponytail that hung down her back, adorned with a few small, vibrant green oak leaves.
Her lower body was a strong and powerful horse's torso, covered in short, smooth chestnut fur that gleamed with a healthy sheen under the laboratory lights.
The horse's body featured long, sturdy limbs and large, hard hooves in a deep brown hue, as if capable of crushing any obstacle.
A long, chestnut-colored tail hung down naturally, its strands smooth and sleek.
In the Centaur Girl's hands, she held a simple, archaic longbow made of unknown wood and wrapped with animal sinew. A quiver was slung across one side of her horse body, filled with dozens of arrows adorned with neat fletching.
Her fingers were long and powerful, seemingly born to wield a bow.
Beyond these personal features, her attire was simple.
A short breastplate and shoulder guards made of resilient dark green fabric and soft leather exposed her toned abdomen and the back of her horse body, while her lower half was naturally covered by her own fur.
The Centaur Girl was far from flat-chested; she was the polar opposite of an "airport."
Beneath the light green garment, her ample bosom surged prominently, impossible to conceal.
Overall, the Centaur Girl's attire was entirely geared towards hunting and combat, brimming with a wild beauty and practicality.
After stepping out of the culture dish, the Centaur Girl's emerald-green eyes swiftly scanned the laboratory environment before finally settling on Brian.
Without the slightest hesitation, she bent her front hooves slightly and lowered her head in a standard, warrior-like salute. Her voice was clear and resolute, like a spring striking against rock.
"Zoan-Type, Horse-Horse Fruit, Mythical Zoan, Centaur Beast Girl, summoned as commanded. I offer you my loyalty and my arrows, my master."
Her posture was neither subservient nor arrogant, her eyes filled with unwavering determination and pure devotion.