"I didn't anticipate this, did you?" Ron's eyes gleamed with joy.
The resurrection of Saint Charles surprised everyone. However, Ron hadn't manipulated time; instead, he had employed witchcraft to capture and control the soul, ensuring its immortality. A dog Talisman preserved the vital signs, and dragon magic reshaped the limbs.
Saint Charles , in disbelief, touched his body. He had survived. Was it all an illusion? He desperately clung to that thought.
But Ron's voice shattered the illusion, declaring, "Next, let's use ice."
As Ron spoke, Saint Charles felt a layer of frost enveloping his entire body. His skin paled, and stiffness crept in. Subcutaneous tissue, muscles, and bones necrotized, and vital signs dwindled.
In that moment, Saint Charles realized it wasn't an illusion; it was real. Weakness, desire, collapse – a surge of emotions overwhelmed him. Ignoring the risk of tearing his lips apart, he shouted, "I... I was wrong! Let me go! I can offer you endless wealth, power, and even Devil Fruits!"
"It's too late for that now," Ron shrugged, waving his hand dismissively.
In the cold wind, Saint Charles ' body froze completely, then exploded, ice shattering across the ground. In the next second, his body reassembled. Saint Charles died multiple times in the following moments.
His pupils gradually numbed, and any hope of survival was shattered for the noble Celestial Dragons. At this point, he simply wished for death.
After undergoing death for the tenth time, Ron smiled and turned to the two women still chained:
"How about you two take a turn?"
"It'll be a little revenge for me."
Upon hearing this, the faces of the two women turned ferocious, eyes ablaze with anger and hatred.
"Scum! I'll make you suffer ten thousand deaths!"
"Give me back my husband and children!"
Ignoring the chains scratching their fair skin, the two women roared and lunged at Saint Charles .
Witnessing their fervor, Saint Charles was instantly terrified. Compared to Ron's methods, facing these enraged women was even more daunting.
Crazed and hysterical...
For the next five minutes, Saint Charles ' cries for help echoed through the tavern. The women exhibited maniacal smiles and cries, accompanied by the unsettling sounds of nails scratching skin and flesh being torn.
At that moment, the tavern door swung open. Rayleigh entered with a frown.
"Kid, why are there dead Celestial Dragons' bodyguards and guards at the door?"
But before he could finish, the sight of the two women mercilessly tearing into Saint Charles body stunned Rayleigh.
Blatantly killing Celestial Dragons?
Did this person not fear the intervention of the three Admiral bulldozing the tavern?
"He wanted to kill me, take Tohru, Rem, and Ram, and then marry Lucoa."
"There's nothing I can do..." Ron smiled and shrugged.
Upon hearing this, Rayleigh glanced at Lucoa and the others.
Well, this guy is truly seeking his own demise.
After a moment of contemplation, Rayleigh stepped forward and delivered a resounding slap to Saint Charles head.
Shortly after, Saint Charles succumbed to death, his face etched with despair and pain. His body, lacking any intact flesh, bore the brutal signs of his demise, and his eyes were forever censored.
The depth of the two women's animosity towards Charles Luo San was evident.
"You're free to go," Ron said softly.
One of the women, beautiful and voluptuous, timidly inquired, "Can we stay in the tavern? We'll accept any conditions!"
The other, with an air of aristocracy, nodded vigorously, expressing her allegiance to Ron.
Both women understood the consequences of killing a Celestial Dragon – an endless pursuit by the Marines and World Government. Preferring to avoid this fate, they hoped to stay in the tavern.
Lucoa and the others frowned, casting wary glances at the two women. Ron, with a serious expression, responded, "Now, you're free. There's no need to compromise or rely on others. You should create your own future."
Unable to convince Ron otherwise, the two women reluctantly left the tavern. Before their departure, Rayleigh thoughtfully provided them with some money, ostensibly asking for their addresses in Sabaody Archipelago. The motives seemed dubious.
After their departure, the tavern regained its tranquility. Tohru, Rem, and the others attended to the aftermath on the floor, while Ron sat at the bar. Aside from the lingering scent of blood, it seemed as though nothing had occurred.
Rayleigh, sipping tiger penis wine, remarked with a smile, "Things are getting a bit troublesome now. Each Celestial Dragon has a distinct identity. The corpses outside will have been noticed. The Marines and World Government will know you're responsible for killing the Celestial Dragons."
The Marines, beyond their duty to catch pirates and maintain sea order, are tasked with safeguarding the privileged class of Celestial Dragons. The death of Celestial Dragons would be a major global event, prompting the World Government and Marine to pursue Ron as the culprit.
Calmly, Ron lit a cigarette and replied, "It's fine if they know. I welcome the Marines. After all, Saint Charles 's body is still right there."
If placed before, Ron might have opted to conceal the matter, avoiding unnecessary conflict with the Marines and the World Government. However, given the current circumstances, there was no need for such caution. Ron openly acknowledged the killings and was ready to face the consequences.
"Alas..." Rayleigh sighed softly, realizing the inevitability of Ron's actions. "There's really nothing I can do about you."
Ron smiled and said, "Don't dwell on it; just drink." Rayleigh nodded in silence, drinking more frequently as he contemplated the unfolding situation.
Information about Shakky's demise spread, prompting an increase in Marine troops sent to Sabaody Archipelago. As the search intensified, it took only two days to apprehend Ace, linked to the disappearance of the Whitebeard Pirates. Marine's proactive approach contrasted with their previous passivity before the Whitebeard Pirates arrived.
As Ron and Rayleigh conversed, regular customers like Morgana, Guysha, Shendu, and his son began visiting the tavern, injecting liveliness into the atmosphere.
Suddenly, the noise outside the tavern escalated, drawing the attention of everyone inside. Countless Marines from Area 12 rushed toward Area 30.
Ron, Rayleigh, and the others paid little attention initially. However, after a brief moment, Morgana ceased scolding Guysha and gazed into the distance.
"It's about to begin," he declared.
Suddenly, the sky ignited, and a clash of endless darkness ensued in Area 30.
Boom------! ! !
A violent roar accompanied the collision, causing a slight tremor throughout Sabaody Archipelago.
"It's Blackbeard..." Shendu groaned, his scarlet eyes reflecting overwhelming murderous intent.
Hunting time had arrived.idn't anticipate this, did you?" Ron's eyes gleamed with joy.
The resurrection of Charles Luo Sheng surprised everyone. However, Ron hadn't manipulated time; instead, he had employed witchcraft to capture and control the soul, ensuring its immortality. A dog charm preserved the vital signs, and dragon magic reshaped the limbs.
Charles Luo Sheng, in disbelief, touched his body. He had survived. Was it all an illusion? He desperately clung to that thought.
But Ron's voice shattered the illusion, declaring, "Next, let's use ice."
As Ron spoke, Charles Luo Sheng felt a layer of frost enveloping his entire body. His skin paled, and stiffness crept in. Subcutaneous tissue, muscles, and bones necrotized, and vital signs dwindled.
In that moment, Charles Luo Sheng realized it wasn't an illusion; it was real. Weakness, desire, collapse – a surge of emotions overwhelmed him. Ignoring the risk of tearing his lips apart, he shouted, "I... I was wrong! Let me go! I can offer you endless wealth, power, and even Devil Fruits!"
"It's too late for that now," Ron shrugged, waving his hand dismissively.
In the cold wind, Saint Charlos' body froze completely, then exploded, ice shattering across the ground. In the next second, his body reassembled. Saint Charlos died multiple times in the following moments.
His pupils gradually numbed, and any hope of survival was shattered for the noble Celestial Dragons. At this point, he simply wished for death.
After undergoing death for the tenth time, Ron smiled and turned to the two women still chained:
"How about you two take a turn?"
"It'll be a little revenge for me."
Upon hearing this, the faces of the two women turned ferocious, eyes ablaze with anger and hatred.
"Scum! I'll make you suffer ten thousand deaths!"
"Give me back my husband and children!"
Ignoring the chains scratching their fair skin, the two women roared and lunged at Saint Charles.
Witnessing their fervor, Saint Charles was instantly terrified. Compared to Ron's methods, facing these enraged women was even more daunting.
Crazed and hysterical...
For the next five minutes, Saint Charles' cries for help echoed through the tavern. The women exhibited maniacal smiles and cries, accompanied by the unsettling sounds of nails scratching skin and flesh being torn.
At that moment, the tavern door swung open. Rayleigh entered with a frown.
"Kid, why are there dead Celestial Dragons' bodyguards and guards at the door?"
But before he could finish, the sight of the two women mercilessly tearing into Charles Luo Sheng's body stunned Rayleigh.
Blatantly killing Celestial Dragons?
Did this person not fear the intervention of the Third Admiral bulldozing the tavern?
"He wanted to kill me, take Thor, Rem, and Ram, and then marry Lucoa."
"There's nothing I can do..." Ron smiled and shrugged.
Upon hearing this, Rayleigh glanced at Lucoa and the others.
Well, this guy is truly seeking his own demise.
After a moment of contemplation, Rayleigh stepped forward and delivered a resounding slap to Charles Luo Sheng's head.
Shortly after, Charles Luo Sheng succumbed to death, his face etched with despair and pain. His body, lacking any intact flesh, bore the brutal signs of his demise, and his eyes were forever censored.
The depth of the two women's animosity towards Charles Luo San was evident.
"You're free to go," Ron said softly.
One of the women, beautiful and voluptuous, timidly inquired, "Can we stay in the tavern? We'll accept any conditions!"
The other, with an air of aristocracy, nodded vigorously, expressing her allegiance to Ron.
Both women understood the consequences of killing a Celestial Dragon – an endless pursuit by the Marines and World Government. Preferring to avoid this fate, they hoped to stay in the tavern.
Lucoa and the others frowned, casting wary glances at the two women. Ron, with a serious expression, responded, "Now, you're free. There's no need to compromise or rely on others. You should create your own future."
Unable to convince Ron otherwise, the two women reluctantly left the tavern. Before their departure, Rayleigh thoughtfully provided them with some money, ostensibly asking for their addresses in Sabaody Archipelago. The motives seemed dubious.
After their departure, the tavern regained its tranquility. Thor, Rem, and the others attended to the aftermath on the floor, while Ron sat at the bar. Aside from the lingering scent of blood, it seemed as though nothing had occurred.
Rayleigh, sipping tiger penis wine, remarked with a smile, "Things are getting a bit troublesome now. Each Celestial Dragon has a distinct identity. The corpses outside will have been noticed. The Marines and World Government will know you're responsible for killing the Celestial Dragons."
The Marines, beyond their duty to catch pirates and maintain sea order, are tasked with safeguarding the privileged class of Celestial Dragons. The death of Celestial Dragons would be a major global event, prompting the World Government and Marine to pursue Ron as the culprit.
Calmly, Ron lit a cigarette and replied, "It's fine if they know. I welcome the Marines. After all, Saint Charles's body is still right there."
If placed before, Ron might have opted to conceal the matter, avoiding unnecessary conflict with the Marines and the World Government. However, given the current circumstances, there was no need for such caution. Ron openly acknowledged the killings and was ready to face the consequences.
"Alas..." Rayleigh sighed softly, realizing the inevitability of Ron's actions. "There's really nothing I can do about you."
Ron smiled and said, "Don't dwell on it; just drink." Rayleigh nodded in silence, drinking more frequently as he contemplated the unfolding situation.
Information about Shakky's demise spread, prompting an increase in Marine troops sent to Sabaody Archipelago. As the search intensified, it took only two days to apprehend Ace, linked to the disappearance of the Whitebeard Pirates. Marine's proactive approach contrasted with their previous passivity before the Whitebeard Pirates arrived.
As Ron and Rayleigh conversed, regular customers like Liangbing, Guysha, Shengzhu, and his son began visiting the tavern, injecting liveliness into the atmosphere.
Suddenly, the noise outside the tavern escalated, drawing the attention of everyone inside. Countless Marines from Area 12 rushed toward Area 30.
Ron, Rayleigh, and the others paid little attention initially. However, after a brief moment, Liang Bing ceased scolding Guysha and gazed into the distance.
"It's about to begin," he declared.
Suddenly, the sky ignited, and a clash of endless darkness ensued in Area 30.
Boom------! ! !
A violent roar accompanied the collision, causing a slight tremor throughout Sabaody Archipelago.
"It's Blackbeard..." The Holy Lord groaned, his scarlet eyes reflecting overwhelming murderous intent.
Hunting time had arrived.