The Red Line was split in two right down the middle, creating a great chasm a hundred meters wide. A man-made navigable path had appeared in the center.
The Celestial Dragons were scared out of their wits, some even frightened to death. A gaze suddenly emerged from the Flower Room, but no matter how it searched, it could not find any suspicious figure upon the Red Line. Milim had already departed after delivering that one sword strike.
Finding no suspicious figure, the immense gaze vanished once more. The Gorosei also emerged from their meeting room.
Looking at the disastrous state of the Holy Land, the faces of the Gorosei turned grim. A hint of fear towards death could be seen in their eyes.
When the attack first appeared, they should have immediately come out to block the force striking the Holy Land. However, the longer one lives, the more sensitive one becomes to death.
The five, who had intended to block the attack, found their bodies subconsciously freezing up. A primal fear, an instinct for survival, washed over them.
That was why they were so late to appear, only emerging from the meeting room after the attack had completely disappeared.
Saint Figarland Garling of the Holy Knights gripped a severed arm, his mouth agape and eyes wide with disbelief.
The severed arm belonged to the masked man, another member of the Holy Knights. In theory, the masked man possessed an immortal body and could regenerate even if hacked to pieces.
Yet, Saint Figarland Garling could feel that the arm in his hand had truly lost all its vitality. Even after waiting for some time, it showed no signs of healing!
The sense of death he had felt was real. As Garling approached the attack, his body had screamed a warning, and he had subconsciously grabbed the person beside him to pull them out of the attack's range.
He had managed to escape the attack's range, but the masked man was grazed by its edge. In that instant, the masked man vanished, leaving only the hand Garling was holding.
The impact of this event was enormous. Even if the World Government wanted to cover it up, the massive chasm in the Red Line could not be hidden from the world.
The next day, the entire world learned the news. As a result, Morgans' news agency, which had reported it, became famous worldwide.
"You've really caused a major incident, Milim!" Charlotte Linlin said, looking at the newspaper in her hands. She already knew who was responsible for the catastrophe on the Red Line.
The Rocks Pirates. The various crew members of Rocks all stared at the newspaper with dark expressions.
"Rocks, could you do something like this?" Gaite asked uncertainly.
Rocks' expression was dark, the grip of his hands tightening until the newspaper was a crumpled mess.
"This kind of power... only the legendary Ancient Weapons could achieve this. How could a human possibly possess such strength!"
Rocks continued to speak, as if trying to reassure his crew, or perhaps himself. The Red Line, tens of thousands of meters high, had been split in two.
No matter how arrogant Rocks was, he had never imagined possessing such power himself. Even the god residing in the Flower Room couldn't possibly wield a force capable of destroying the world.
Therefore, it had to be an Ancient Weapon. He just didn't know which of the three it was!
At the Holy Land of Mariejois, the Gorosei gathered for another meeting.
Unlike Rocks, who had only a partial understanding of the three Ancient Weapons, the Gorosei knew their specific capabilities in detail.
Therefore, they did not believe the attack was caused by an Ancient Weapon. But precisely for this reason, the most impossible and unacceptable possibility surfaced in their minds.
The wielder of this power was a human, or a member of some other special race. This thought caused all of the Gorosei to fall silent.
They didn't even dare to issue a bounty; the shock this power had given them was too intense.
Finally, the losses at the Holy Land of Mariejois were tallied.
563 Celestial Dragons dead.
Two members of the Holy Knights dead.
The property damage was incalculable.
As for the deaths of CP agents, they were not even considered by the Gorosei.
These losses were a first since the founding of the World Government. They dared not voice any dissent, not even daring to issue a bounty, for fear that their opponent would return to strike again.
They had already concluded in their minds that such a powerful slash could only be performed by someone who surpassed even the greatest of swordsmen.
They reported this to Lord Imu, and his response surprised the five of them.
"Investigate in secret. Imu does not wish to provoke him."
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Milim flew across the sky, playing a handheld game console. Ever since delivering that sword strike, her mood had improved considerably.
As for the impact she had on the world, Milim couldn't be bothered to care. The God Valley incident was drawing closer, and she was nearing the next stage of her power.
At that time, Milim would truly surpass everyone and become a true Demon Lord.
Milim looked around the sky but saw no sign of a Sky Island, so she began to descend toward the island below.
Being in the New World, Milim didn't have an Eternal Pose for a Sky Island, so she could only fly from memory toward where she thought it was.
Thus, for the past half-month, Milim had been trapped in a continuous cycle of getting lost and asking for directions.
Lost once again, Milim decided to head to the island below to find someone to ask for directions.
The island before her was clearly a winter island with very deep snow. The moment Milim landed, her entire body was buried in it.
Only the top half of her head remained exposed. A normal person would have immediately flown back into the air instead of staying in a snowdrift.
But Milim was clearly not normal. Her eyes lit up from within the snow. With no intention of flying out, she began to push her way forward through the snowdrift.
After walking for a while, she found it boring and started rolling in the snow. The snow quickly enveloped her, forming a sphere.
The snowball grew larger and larger as it rolled downhill.
However, this massive object attracted the attention of a bear. A polar bear poked its head out from the ice, looking curiously behind it.
Its jaw dropped in terror, and it immediately turned to flee. But how could a polar bear's speed possibly match that of a rolling snowball?
The polar bear was, without a doubt, sent flying by the impact.
"Huh? I think I just hit something," Milim said as she kicked a hole in the snowball and crawled out.
She shook herself off, dusting all the snow from her body, and began to survey her surroundings.
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