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"Who is that?"
"I don't know..."
"A god, perhaps."
"Yes, it must be the Almighty!"
"The true God has come to destroy these false gods! Hahaha! Let all the Celestial Dragons die!"
Boom!
A slave who was laughing maniacally while looking at Giratina in the sky had his neck collar explode before he could finish his sentence.
"God? That title is reserved only for us Celestial Dragons," mocked a young man from the Knights of God as he looked at the other slaves with disdain.
He thought he could intimidate the slaves as he had before, but he was wrong.
This time, all the slaves did not lower their heads. Instead, they stared at him with intense gazes.
Just stared.
They didn't say a word or make a move, only standing there silently watching the Celestial Dragon.
The scene turned eerie.
Screams of the Celestial Dragons filled the air, but the slaves stood quietly, their eyes fixed on the man.
How many slaves are in Mariejois?
It depends on the number of Celestial Dragons.
Even the lowest-ranking Celestial Dragons usually have at least 50 active slaves.
An active slave is one who hasn't been tortured to death or driven to insanity and can still endure further torment.
The exact number of Celestial Dragons is unknown, but it's certainly not less than a hundred.
The Celestial Dragons have ruled for eight hundred years, protected and provided for. They never had to worry about survival or the cost of raising children. They were even mandated to have offspring to maintain their lineage.
Under such conditions, the number of Celestial Dragons is considerable.
A couple of years ago, during a slave liberation event, thousands of slaves escaped. Most died during their flight or were recaptured.
Now, there were definitely over ten thousand slaves standing on the ruins of Mariejois.
Being stared at by tens of thousands of people in silence would make anyone's skin crawl.
"You wretches dare to look directly at me?!"
The young knight's composure shattered. Sweat trickled down his forehead as he gripped the remote control for the explosive collars, ready to press it.
"Stop."
A woman with squinted eyes beside him placed a hand on his.
These slaves were on the brink of collapse, ready to die. If pushed further, they might grab the nearest Celestial Dragon and wait for the collars to explode, dragging the Celestial Dragon to hell with them.
How many slaves are there? How many Celestial Dragons?
A few dead Celestial Dragons wouldn't matter, but if all the Celestial Dragons died, what would the Knights of God be for?
In the past, CP members were everywhere, preventing slaves from getting close to the Celestial Dragons.
But now, most CP members were likely dead outside. These 20 people couldn't stop ten thousand slaves.
Especially since most of these slaves were not ordinary people. On the contrary, many had significant strength.
If not, they wouldn't have been taken as slaves by the Celestial Dragons.
Even those without strength were often fed Devil Fruits or injected with modified genes, making them stronger. At the very least, they were stronger than the useless Celestial Dragons.
Most importantly...
Figarland Garling looked up, his cautious eyes hidden behind sunglasses, fixed on the oppressive creature in the sky.
Can we really stop that monster...?
The Knights of God felt unprecedented pressure.
More significant than the battle at God Valley over twenty years ago.
That battle was evenly matched, with pressure from the entire Rocks Pirates and all its members.
But this time, the pressure came from a single mysterious creature.
Are we really not gods?
Some members of the Knights of God, raised by the CPU since childhood, began to doubt their bloodline.
In the sky.
"Well done, Giratina."
Dak patted Giratina's back and looked down at the ruins of Mariejois, muttering, "I wonder how Darkrai is doing."
"We can't let him continue causing havoc! Knights of God, attack!"
From the shattered castle, Saturn's furious voice echoed.
The Knights of God silently drew their weapons.
Garling unsheathed his sword, leaping towards the sky.
Swoosh.
Two leaves, sharp as deadly scythes, flew towards Garling, who barely managed to block them with his sword using Observation Haki.
Clang.
The leaves were deflected, but Garling was knocked back dozens of meters before landing.
"Leaf Emperor."
Sweat dripped from Garling's forehead to the ground.
His sunglasses were shattered by the impact of blocking the attack.
When the names of these three Pokémon were first announced, he had been extremely displeased, thinking how these beasts had the right to be called 'King,' 'Emperor,' and 'Dragon.'
Now he understood.
Not only did he understand, but he was also beginning to worry that after today, they might not even be able to hold onto the title of 'God.'
"Sceptile."
Sceptile crossed his arms and slowly stepped into the battlefield, an amused look in his arrogant eyes.
He hadn't held back with his Leaf Blade attack, yet Garling had blocked it.
This showed Garling's combat strength was not low; at least he was qualified to fight Sceptile.
Moreover...
Garling was a swordsman.
Thinking of this, Sceptile couldn't help but get excited.
"Sceptile, this area is yours. If possible, kill those in black clothes. Kill as many as you can, but prioritize your safety."
From the sky, Dak, on Giratina's back, called down to Sceptile below.
Sceptile raised his chin, glancing at the Knights of God, not taking them seriously.
He could see their level at a glance, comparable to Mihawk.
They were no different from chickens to him.
Killing them was as easy as killing chickens, hardly worth his interest.
Mihawk, in Sceptile's eyes, was at least a chicken with ambition, a chicken who wielded a sword and would likely become the King of Chickens, possibly even a dragon.
But the Knights of God were just a bunch of wild chickens, destined to be nothing more.
"Five Elders..."
Dak pondered whether to kill the Five Elders.
If he killed them today, the World Government would be leaderless, and Dak would lose control of the situation on the seas.
"Killing one should be fine..."
"The one in the sky!"
A scream from the ground interrupted Dak's thoughts, making him look down.
A Celestial Dragon, his face smeared with snot and tears, clutched a remote control.
"..."
Two question marks popped up in Dak's mind, wondering what this guy was planning.
"Get out now, or I'll kill all the slaves!"
The Celestial Dragon's words made every slave clench their fists, their eyes fixed on his face.
But they hesitated.
Hesitated to make a move.
Given today's situation, they had a chance to survive.
But if they acted, the explosive collars might kill them.
If they could live, no one wanted to die, unless they were truly desperate.
Now, hope was in the sky.
Not everyone was afraid of death, but many were. They were worried it would ruin Dak's plan.
Unbeknownst to them, Dak had no real plan, only three targets, making it up as he went along.
A flexible plan.
The slaves couldn't help but look at the figure in the sky.
They didn't know if Dak would save them.
"If he truly is a god..."
"Please save us."
"Or..."
"Lord Demon."
"Please kill these false gods."
In the ruins, a pregnant woman clasped her hands in prayer.
"Oh dear, oh dear."
Dak felt a headache coming.
Reading the emotions through his psychic abilities, he realized the Celestial Dragon wasn't bluffing.
His emotions had collapsed, and he was capable of anything.
Dak wasn't cold-hearted enough to ignore the children's wide eyes or the battered women's desperate looks.
Dak's hesitation revealed to the Celestial Dragons that he cared about the slaves' lives.
So all the Celestial Dragons raised their remote controls.
Some even grabbed nearby children to use as shields.
"Darkrai..."
Dak knew he had made a mistake.
He should have used his psychic abilities to control that Celestial Dragon or knocked him out with Conqueror's Haki.
But the Five Elders and the Knights of God all had similar remote controls. Dak couldn't control them all at once.
However, Darkrai could change the situation in many ways.
But Darkrai was busy finding Vegapunk.
"Dak."
Suddenly, Darkrai's voice echoed from Dak's shadow.
Darkrai had hidden in Dak's shadow, always prioritizing his protection.
"Darkrai, can you handle this?"
"Dak."
It's already done.
That's what Darkrai meant.
Dak could now understand Darkrai. He didn't know why, but he just could.
Maybe there was an unspoken bond and understanding between them.
"Oh?"
Just as Dak's curious voice sounded, he heard a series of clicks.
Click.
Click.
Click.
All the explosive collars automatically unlocked and fell to the ground, losing their ability to explode.
"Vegapunk!!!"
Seeing this, Saturn's furious voice echoed through the clouds.
(End of Chapter)