The storm surrounding the New Fish-Man Pirates had completely subsided. The Fish-Men imprisoned in the cells awaited the royal court's judgment.
After the incident, King Neptune specially held another banquet to express his gratitude to Ryujiro and his crew.
Jinbe gazed deeply at Ryujiro.
The so-called "White Demon" didn't seem as terrifying as the legends suggested in daily life.
So far, Ryujiro appeared to have a good temperament, but Jinbe knew that if someone provoked him, the consequences would likely be catastrophic.
After spending several days on Fish-Man Island, Ryujiro and his crew were ready to head into the New World.
With the influence of the White Demon Pirates, their entry into the New World would surely stir up a storm.
The world's eyes were focused on them, wondering which of the Four Emperors' pirate crews would be the first to fall at the hands of the White Demon Pirates.
After purchasing enough supplies, Ryujiro and his crew prepared to leave. Shirahoshi gazed at Ryujiro with reluctance.
She was full of anticipation for the power that Ryujiro had mentioned.
In fact, Shirahoshi had even expressed her desire to travel with the White Demon Pirates to the New World, but Ryujiro declined.
Though the Ark Maxim was large enough, Shirahoshi's enormous size would draw too much attention.
More importantly, her unique abilities posed a danger. If her identity as an Ancient Weapon, Poseidon, were exposed, it could bring disaster upon Fish-Man Island.
At Mary Geoise, the Holy Land of the Celestial Dragons.
A Celestial Dragon, wearing a square-shaped helmet, was walking with his slaves.
Beneath him was a notorious pirate with a bounty exceeding a billion berries, treated as nothing more than a mount, beaten continuously by the Celestial Dragon's whip.
To the Celestial Dragon, even a pirate worth over a billion berries was nothing but another slave.
"Saint Charlmaco, here's the latest list of slaves. Please take a look."
The sycophantic servant handed over a list. Saint Charlmaco, with his head held high, glanced at the list and pointed at a few names.
"Feed these to the dogs. Keep the rest for now."
"And make sure to tame them properly this time. I don't want another incident like last time."
Hearing Charlmaco Saint's icy voice, the servant shivered in fear.
"Y-Yes, my lord. I understand."
At that moment, a woman with orange hair, a gaping hole in her abdomen, hovered above Charlmaco Saint, her eyes coldly fixed on him.
Is this a Celestial Dragon?
They're all trash.
Her eyes gleamed with disgust.
As spiritual pressure gathered, a flash of purple light illuminated the area.
Saint Charlmaco frowned as the purple glow flickered before his eyes, forcing him to open them wide. When he looked up and saw the woman in the sky, death descended upon him.
In an instant, a fearsome Cero burst forth from the spiritual pressure, shooting straight at Saint Charlmaco's chest. In that brief moment, his eyes widened, staring in disbelief at the gaping hole in his chest.
As his consciousness faded, he couldn't believe that someone dared to openly kill a Celestial Dragon in the Holy Land.
"Saint Charlmaco!"
The servant's mind went blank. His face turned pale as paper, drained of all color.
A Celestial Dragon!
A Celestial Dragon had been killed! And not just anywhere, but in the Holy Land!
When the servant looked back toward the sky, the woman was gone.
Suddenly, the pirate who had been crawling on the ground glared viciously at the servant. With one swift motion, his rough hand grabbed the servant's head.
With a forceful squeeze—
Blood gushed from the servant's orifices, and his eyes bulged as he was crushed to death.
Before long, news of the assassination of a Celestial Dragon in the Holy Land sent shockwaves throughout the world.
No one could believe that someone had dared to assassinate a Celestial Dragon in Mary Geoise.
Who could be so bold?
This was a Celestial Dragon—killed in the Holy Land, no less.
The pressure on the Five Elders was unprecedented, as the Celestial Dragons pushed them relentlessly for answers.
If it weren't for that one powerful figure, these Celestial Dragons would be nothing but useless garbage.
"What do you think of this group calling themselves the Espada?"
"It's said they can assassinate anyone as long as the price is right."
The Elder with the mustache spoke solemnly.
The White Demon Pirates were already causing enough trouble for the World Government, and now this Espada assassination group appeared.
The fact that they only accepted payment in Devil Fruits made their motives all the more mysterious.
The reason the World Government hadn't taken action against the White Demon Pirates was partly because they had entered the New World.
Neither the Government nor the Navy wanted to enter the territory of the Four Emperors so openly.
They hoped the White Demon Pirates would eliminate one of the Four Emperors' crews for them.
From the looks of it, the White Demon Pirates were a reckless bunch, unafraid of consequences. Otherwise, they wouldn't have dared to kill a Celestial Dragon.
"Deploy CP0 to investigate the whereabouts of this Espada group. Once they're found, eliminate them immediately."
"We cannot allow another power to rise to the same level as the White Demon Pirates."
"The Navy's reputation is already on the brink after the last war. Pirate attacks on naval branches are increasing. I've already sent CP agents to assist them."
"We've lost Kizaru, and the global conscription plan can't wait any longer. The Pika Pika no Mi must be found soon—it cannot fall into the hands of pirates."
"By the way, what do you think of Sengoku's proposal?"
The Elder with glasses spoke in a low voice.
The other four exchanged glances, their faces dark and murderous. "The sinful bloodline must not be allowed to continue."
"Sengoku's plan is feasible. If it succeeds, it will be a chance for both the Government and the Navy to restore their dignity."
"Then let's prepare."
No one could have imagined that the evil bloodline of the Pirate King still existed—and had even become a renowned pirate.
Portgas D. Ace, Second Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates, the "Fire Fist."
As hail pelted down and lightning flashed, Ryujiro and his crew entered the New World.
The weather in the New World was strange and unpredictable, but fortunately, neither hail nor rain could touch the deck of the Ark Maxim.
In the distance, the sounds of battle rang out.
Lucci was fighting a pirate crew that had just entered the New World.
Unfamiliar with the territory, the crew had suffered heavy losses and, in their desperation, foolishly sought trouble with Ryujiro's crew.
By the time the pirate captain tried to beg for mercy, it was too late. Ryujiro had no intention of letting Lucci hold back.
A hum echoed across the deck as a void portal opened, and a familiar figure stepped out.
Ryujiro glanced at the figure indifferently before calling out to Rayleigh.
"Rayleigh!"
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