"Everyone will be executed on the spot for disrupting the order of the Holy Land and threatening the lives and property of other Celestial Dragons?"
As these words fell, the entire scene fell into dead silence.
Immediately after, from the side of the newly ascended Celestial Dragons, the Prince of the Kingdom of Lubunir abruptly scrambled up from the ground.
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, his crimson eyes fixed fiercely on the opposing veteran Celestial Dragons.
"Did you all hear that?!" he roared hysterically. "Today, either they die, or we perish!"
"Why?! Why are they born as gods, while we've been lower world inhabitants for eight hundred years?!"
"Now, we are Celestial Dragons too! We are gods as well! Today, we must make them understand the cruelty of us new gods!"
"Everyone, follow me! Tear them apart!"
"Roar—!"
Centuries of pent-up resentment exploded completely at this moment.
A chaotic brawl instantly engulfed the entire Pangaea Castle square.
The so-called "descendants of the creators" now completely tore off their noble and elegant disguises, revealing their most primitive and ugliest faces.
They no longer cared about any decorum—grabbing hair, tearing clothes, slapping each other—their fighting methods were no different from the most shameless street thugs.
A fat veteran Celestial Dragon was pinned to the ground by three or four newly ascended Celestial Dragons.
His magnificent white robe was torn to shreds, and the glass helmet he usually wore to isolate "lower world air" became the perfect weapon, ripped off and used to smash repeatedly against the opponent's head.
"Thud! Thud!"
"How dare you hit me! I'm a relative of Sharlias's family!"
"I'm hitting you precisely because of that! I'm a Celestial Dragon now too!"
A newly ascended princess, usually pampered and delicate, now acted like a rabid dog, sinking her teeth into the arm of a veteran female Celestial Dragon.
Screams and curses blended into a chaotic mess.
The magnificent square had completely devolved into the most disordered quagmire.
Soon, the massive commotion caught the attention of the Marines stationed at the Holy Land.
Large numbers of Marine soldiers, armed and ready, rushed over and surrounded the entire square.
However, they did not step in to intervene.
The leading officer simply waved his hand, signaling his subordinates to disperse and find comfortable positions.
The soldiers understood immediately.
They held their guns and leaned against the pillars, watching the ridiculous "war of the gods" in the center of the square with great interest.
Some even pulled out sunflower seeds from their pockets.
"Hey, look at that fat guy—beaten until he looks like a pig's head!"
"Tsk tsk, a massive internal conflict among the Celestial Dragons. This is a rare spectacle not seen in eight hundred years. We have to watch this carefully."
"Did you get it on camera? This will definitely sell for a good price later!"
Staff from other departments in the Holy Land also arrived upon hearing the news, crowding around the periphery and pointing at the scene inside.
The entire spectacle was as lively as a festival.
On the high platform at one side of the square, several figures stood silently.
At the forefront was Rob Lucci.
Behind him were former CP9 members—Kalifa, Kaku, Bruno, Fukuro, and others—now CP0 agents, all present.
Kaku supported his waist, watching the chaotic scene below with a face full of confusion.
"What exactly is going on?"
Rob Lucci's eyes were icy cold, as if watching a group of clowns perform.
"This is Fleet Admiral Orion's open scheme."
His voice wasn't loud, yet it sent a tremor through the hearts of those nearby.
"Relocating the royal families of all affiliated kingdoms to the Holy Land under the guise of 'World Nobles' is actually diluting the original privileges of the Celestial Dragons while creating internal conflicts among them. The clash between new and old interest groups is inevitable."
Lucci's gaze swept past Doflamingo, who was grinning viciously not far away.
"Then, with Doflamingo stepping in, this conflict will be completely escalated into a life-or-death battle. This way, no matter which side wins, the strength and prestige of the Celestial Dragons as a group will be greatly weakened, making it convenient for the World Government to completely dismantle their privileges in the next step."
Kalifa adjusted her glasses on the bridge of her nose, the lenses reflecting a cold light.
"What should we do now? They're all Celestial Dragons—should we protect one side?"
"Best not to interfere," Rob Lucci said calmly. "Doflamingo is now the vice-captain of the God Knights. Even the Gorosei have tacitly approved his actions. We just need to watch and wait."
Kalifa said no more.
As she watched this farce, for some reason, the figure of that man surfaced in her mind.
"By my count, it's been about a month since Fleet Admiral Orion took the training ship out. He should be returning soon, right?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Fukuro immediately leaned in, making his signature zipper-mouth "Chapapa" sound.
"Kalifa, why are you suddenly concerned about Fleet Admiral Orion? Chapapa, do you want to become the Fleet Admiral's secretary?"
Kalifa tossed her long golden hair, a confident curve lifting the corner of her lips.
"If the Fleet Admiral agrees, I'd be more than willing."
Just then, the crowd at the edge of the square suddenly stirred, parting like a tide to both sides, voluntarily clearing a wide path.
Five figures slowly approached.
It was the highest authority of the World Government—the Gorosei!
Saint Saturn, Saint Marcus Mars, Saint Jaygarcia Saturn, along with the newly appointed Sengoku and Zephyr!
The five had originally been accompanying Aqua in the Room of Power, but the commotion outside had grown too loud, forcing them to come out and see.
On the high platform, Rob Lucci's eyes flickered with confusion as he saw the Gorosei appear.
Because what he saw wasn't just the five pinnacles of world power.
Ahead of the Gorosei, there was also a small, bouncing figure.
It was a little girl who looked only four or five years old.
Kalifa also noticed the child, her beautiful eyes filled with astonishment and doubt.
"Who is that little girl? She actually has the Gorosei accompanying her and even walks ahead of them?"
Fukuro's zipper mouth suddenly pulled open.
"You still don't know about Princess Aqua?"
"She's Fleet Admiral Orion's adopted daughter, the Marine's one and only Princess Aqua, Chapapa!"