Inside Pangea Castle, the atmosphere was extremely tense.
The Five Elders sat in that dimly lit meeting room. Above their heads was a cracked ceiling… no, to be precise, what used to be a ceiling. Because just moments ago, Makoto's Complete Body Susanoo had cleaved down with its sword, slicing the entire upper half of Pangea Castle clean off. Now, when they looked up, they could see the night sky directly.
The night wind blew in, whipping their beards around.
In their ears were the continuous vibrations from outside, explosions, sounds of collapse, and sounds they had never heard before—
The screams of the God's Knights.
The wails of the Celestial Dragons.
They rose and fell, piercing and heart-rending, like echoes from the depths of hell.
The Five Elders could no longer sit still.
They were the highest authority of the World Government, the most loyal servants of Imu, the true behind-the-scenes masters of these seas.
For hundreds of years, no one had ever dared to run wild in the Holy Land of Mary Geoise.
Even Rocks, arrogant and unbridled years ago, had only managed to sneak into Imu's chambers, forced to flee before he could do anything.
And now, someone had fought their way in.
And they had come in openly, through the front door.
"We can't wait any longer."
Saturn spoke in a low voice.
The other four Elders exchanged glances, and no one objected.
Just then, the door to the meeting room was pushed open.
A slender figure walked in.
It was a young woman… blue hair reaching her waist, delicate features but an expressionless face, the lower half of her face tightly wrapped in bandages, only a pair of cold eyes visible.
She wore a black God's Knights uniform.
Manmayer Gunko.
A member of the God's Blades… an affiliated organization to the God's Knights.
Although she was not yet a full member of the God's Knights, the authority she possessed was far higher than that of ordinary members.
Because she was Imu's top confidant.
She had the authority to freely enter and exit the Flower Chamber.
Using a term from Makoto's previous life, she was probably like 'the leader's driver'.
"Those people have already entered Pangea Castle."
Gunko's voice was very calm, whether because that was her inherent personality or because some emotions had been stripped away.
The expressions of the Five Elders darkened simultaneously.
"Imu-sama..."
Saturn stood up.
His lips didn't move, but his voice clearly carried to the Flower Chamber, deep within Pangea Castle.
"Let us handle things next. Please be assured."
No one responded.
But when Saturn straightened up, there was a new glint of determination in his eyes.
He turned to look at his four colleagues.
"Let's go."
The Five Elders left the room side by side.
When they emerged from the ruins of Pangea Castle, the sight before them made even these five old monsters, who had lived for hundreds of years, involuntarily gasp.
Mary Geoise… that once pristine white, magnificent, and grand holy land, had now turned into a sea of fire.
Black flames consumed everything.
Buildings burned, streets burned, the once lofty mansions of the Celestial Dragons burned.
The firelight reflected off the night sky, thick smoke obscured the stars, and the air was so hot it was almost suffocating.
But more terrifying than the flames were the sounds.
The heart-rending screams of the Celestial Dragons.
The dying wails of the agents.
The roar of collapsing buildings.
These three sounds intertwined, painting a picture of hell.
The pupils of the Five Elders trembled slightly.
They saw… in the square, the members of the God's Knights, dressed in their knight uniforms, were falling like harvested wheat, one after another.
Some struggled in pools of blood, some rolled in the flames, some lay completely still.
On the other side of the battlefield, a group of Marine soldiers led by Garp stood at a distance.
He had first returned to Marine Headquarters from the Sabaody Archipelago, then led elite troops from headquarters to provide support.
But at this moment, not a single Marine soldier dared to step forward.
The soldiers looked at the group in the center of the square with fear, their feet seemingly nailed to the ground, motionless.
Garp's expression was also very grim.
The Five Elders followed the Marine's gaze.
That group was walking towards them.
At the head was a young, dark-haired man.
Nishikawa Makoto.
His pace was unhurried, his hands in his pockets, a faint smile hanging on his face.
His expression wasn't like someone in the enemy's lair... it was more like he was strolling in his own backyard.
Behind him followed Yu, Beam, and the four monsters of the Four Gay Bros.
And in their hands...
The eyes of the Five Elders suddenly widened.
Garling!
Figarland Garling… the current strongest combatant of the God's Knights, the top warrior among the Celestial Dragons, was currently being carried like a dead dog.
To be precise, he was being 'dismembered'.
His body was severed in half at the waist.
The upper half was held in the Teddy Devil's hand, the lower half in the Gorilla Devil's arms.
And the Teddy Devil's right hand was using Garling's upper half, constantly pressing his face against his own crotch… press, pull, rub...
Every time Garling's face was pressed down, he would let out an indistinct whimper. Tears mixed with snot slid down his face, which bore a ninety-nine percent resemblance to Shanks'.
The Teddy Devil, meanwhile, had an expression of extreme pleasure.
"Wuuu wuuu wuuu—"
Garling cried. Yes, he was actually crying.
That arrogant, condescending ace of the God's Knights, who took pleasure in slaughtering slaves, was now crying like a violated little girl.
And the Gorilla Devil's actions were even more absurd. With one hand he held Garling's lower half, and with the other he would forcibly pull off a certain part of Garling's anatomy, wait for it to regenerate, pull it off again, let it regenerate again.
"Hehehehe..."
The Gorilla Devil's laughter echoed through the night sky.
And it wasn't just Garling.
Another main force of the God's Knights, Shepherd Sommers, was receiving the same treatment.
The Dolphin Devil held Sommers's upper half, took the thing from Garling's lower half that the Gorilla Devil had pulled off, and kept stuffing it into Sommers's mouth.
Pull, stuff, pull, stuff.
The Rabbit Devil held Sommers's lower half, tore it in two down the middle so only a layer of skin connected them, and then swung it around like nunchucks.
"Aaahhhh—"
"Kill me... please, just kill me!"
The wails of Garling and Sommers were incessant, each one more piercing and more desperate than the last.
The Five Elders were stunned.
Garp was numb.
The Marine soldiers behind him were pale, and many couldn't help but dry heave.
"Demon..."
Someone muttered quietly, voicing the thoughts of everyone present.
At the very back of the group, Morgans held his camera, the shutter clicking away nonstop.
His fingers were nearly smoking.
But he couldn't stop.
After all, there was one explosive moment after another!
Every single photo he took today would make him a god in the journalism world.
And what excited him most was—
He felt this show was far from over.