In front of Dressrosa's palace, a large number of soldiers had gathered, holding weapons and guns and waiting.
There seemed to be a lot of them.
The nearby civilians had long retreated in fear.
They did not understand why they still fought when the war was clearly over.
Behind the soldiers, several nobles in luxurious clothes were discussing with each other.
"That Pansa family clearly has nothing left. For 800 years, he has been like a clown. Just because that Marine chose him, does he think he is qualified?" The one who spoke was the head of the Wood family, one of the largest nobles in Dressrosa.
"At the end of the day, why do we have to listen to that Marine?" The head of the Merlot family who spoke this time is the "human trafficker" in the information.
"Who knows about this kind of thing. If we hadn't been greedy and forced that guy to give up, maybe things wouldn't have turned out like this." This time it was Tracy's family head.
They were all the top nobles of Dressrosa.
They had also received intelligence beforehand that the World Government had handed the decision-making power to a Marine.
Originally, King Riku would not abdicate so easily, but after knowing this news, they joined forces and forced King Riku to give up.
For a king who abdicated very early on, it is not enough to rely on Cyrus alone to regain his throne.
If there is no news of this, then they will accept it. After all, the king is the chosen one and Don Quixote was passed on to Riku. This is what they admit.
But once this throne is loosened, they certainly want to try.
Although King Riku was helpless against them, he was not trying to please them. If there was a chance, King Riku would definitely kill them.
They might as well take the position themselves.
"It doesn't matter. Although that Marine has chosen Pansa, what can Pansa do? It's just one person. What's there to be afraid of? Our purpose of gathering soldiers is not for Pansa," said the Wood Family Head.
The assassination failed, but it didn't matter.
The original assassination only forced the decisive Marine to choose a new family.
It was because they did not want to fall out with each other. They just had to fight openly and secretly.
But even if that Golden Lion really chose Pansa, they would not care, because they would not admit it.
Marines can't intervene in the affairs of the Joining States. If Marines come to their doorsteps, the World Government will never agree.
"Speaking of which, Pansa used to be Don Quixote's attendant. I heard that he is very strong." Tracy said with some worry.
Patriarch Wood snorted. "How many years ago did it happen? Have you forgotten? When we used to drink, we used to laugh at Pansa. He used to be a great noble, but now he's raising pigs like a clown and is often teased."
Patriarch Merlot nodded. "That's right, even if he has gained the loyalty of some stupid civilians, our forces are as high as 2,000!"
A 'civilian' who has not experienced the aristocratic world for hundreds of years, even if he can gain the loyalty of another group of civilians, how many people can there be?
They gathered so many troops not to guard against that Pansa, but to take this opportunity to force their way into the palace, where there is a defensive force.
By breaking down the palace's defense, they can force King Riku to completely give up his fantasy and then give up the throne.
As for who would choose the throne among their three families, it would still have to be contested.
But no matter what, they can guarantee that their interests will not be harmed.
The interests of the three families are consistent.
When they choose the throne, they will send someone to inform Marine and send him a gift, asking him to give an explanation to the World Government.
"Forget about that Pansa, let's rush in!"
Patriarch Wood looked at the palace and said, "Let's disarm King Riku and force him to abdicate!"
Boom!
A muffled thunder suddenly sounded in the sky and the entire sky darkened.
"Let the soldiers charge!" House Merlot said.
Just as they were about to give the order, suddenly, Family Head Tracy's eyes widened and he pointed ahead. "Someone is coming!"
In front of the soldiers, a tall and thin figure gradually appeared on the street.
As the figure appeared, some civilians holding weapons followed behind the figure.
This figure was wearing a streamlined armor, and the wolf tail on his helmet swayed with the wind. He squatted slightly, one hand hung down weakly, and the other hand carried a big sword. He walked like a wolf.
"Pan, Pansha?!" The Tracy Family said in surprise: "This is Pansha?! I have seen it in the painting at home. The ancient Pansha is in this shape."
"Wearing an armor can be like ancient Pansa? What a joke!"
The Wood family head snorted and raised his hand high. "Shoot him first, shoot him!"
As his arm fell, the soldiers who heard the command raised their guns and pulled the trigger.
Bang bang bang!!
The pellets poured out like rain along with the gloomy sky above.
"Sir!"
Behind David, some people screamed.
But no one stepped back, even if the range of this pellet was large enough to hit all of them.
David quietly watched the projectiles fly over. He moved his hand holding the sword and just waved it forward. The wind pressure that rippled with the dance of the sword stopped the pouring projectiles at this moment. The wind pressure blew forward and forced the projectiles to fall to the ground with a clanging sound.
"The war eight hundred years ago, let us continue."
David said lightly. He bowed slightly and suddenly rushed over.
The pitch-black armor allowed him to shoot straight at the soldiers.
Just as he reached the side, he suddenly jumped and slashed down from the sky with the sword in one hand.
Boom!!
The big sword slashed down and a wave of air blew the surrounding soldiers out.
Like a wolf entering a flock of sheep.
"Wolf Knight Pansa David, today is the day of the King!" A firm voice came from the helmet.
One person is enough to fight a thousand soldiers!
On the top of a building not far away, Moore adjusted the brim of his hat and a smile appeared on his lips.
Things were done.
David, who was wearing armor, moved in the crowd. The big sword in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand tons. Every time he waved it, it would bring about a violent wind pressure. Even if it was just one hand, its power would not be weak.
Thousands of soldiers, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, were gradually reduced by David's sword.
They did not die. They were either blown away by the pressure of the wind or fell to the ground, vomiting blood.
Neither bullets nor swords could hit him.
Bang!
In the end, David knocked down a soldier in front of him with one strike of his sword. He adjusted his body slightly and faced the remaining half of the crowd. He carried his sword on his shoulder. On both sides of him were fallen soldiers and weapons that were placed haphazardly.
A white aura rose from his body and turned into a ferocious wolf head.
"Monster, a monster!!"
Half of the soldiers were left, but under this battle god-like posture, they had long lost their will. As a soldier screamed and threw away his weapon to escape, as if there was a chain reaction, the remaining soldiers scattered.
"Hey, don't run! How can you run? He's just one person! One person!" Patriarch Wood was also a little stunned at this time. He didn't expect a civilian's combat power to be so outstanding.
However, before he could roar twice, a shadow covered him.
David gripped his sword and appeared in front of the three nobles.
"You, what are you doing?!" Patriarch Wood said in a trembling voice.
Chi!!
The big sword turned into a black and silver light and cut the three people in half.
Then David went straight up the steps of the palace.
"Traitor is an obstacle to my rule, there is no need to keep him."