"This is preposterous! Preposterous! How dare mere lowlifes attack us Celestial Dragons? This is an absolute rebellion!"
The Celestial Dragon, Saint Charloss, retreated in a miserable state under the protection of his guards.
"What are you idiots doing? Hurry up and send an Admiral here!"
While being carried away by a guard, Saint Charloss did not stop shouting into the Den Den Mushi in his hand, urgently demanding the Marines send an Admiral immediately.
"Lord Charloss Saint, please hold on!"
The Marine on the other end of the Den Den Mushi replied with a serious expression.
"We fully understand the urgency of the situation. We have already notified all Admirals. An Admiral is currently very close to your location and will arrive within five minutes. Please hold on."
"Five minutes? Good! In five minutes, I will show those wretches what happens to those who defy me!"
Hearing that an Admiral would arrive soon, Saint Charloss finally felt a slight sense of relief.
"I will cut off their heads and use them as art pieces, gouge out their hearts to feed the dogs, and use their spines to decorate my collection room!"
He glared back viciously at the group of commoners in the distance who had caused this chaos and forced him into such humiliation.
"Aaaah…"
But the moment he turned his head again, fear overtook him.
"Stop her! Stop her now!"
Saint Charloss watched in horror as a monstrous woman with tank tread like legs charged straight through the battlefield. She crushed the guards protecting him beneath her unstoppable advance, laughing wildly as she plowed forward.
The newcomer was none other than the gender transformed shipwright, Big Sister Franky.
"SUPER WOMAN!"
Franky shouted, her hairstyle shaped like a targeting scope.
"Fire!"
Her massive arms shifted, and her chest transformed into twin rotating cannons aimed directly at Saint Charloss.
Boom!
Flames erupted as shells blasted out. Two compact missiles spiraled through the air, crossing paths as they raced toward the Celestial Dragon's position.
"Protect the Lord!"
The Celestial Dragon guards screamed in panic.
"You filthy commoners dare defy the heavens?!"
Four armored bodyguards leapt into the air, raising their iron shields as they tried to intercept the incoming shells.
Boom!
A thunderous explosion shook the area as the shells detonated mid air, creating a wall of fire that surged outward.
Whoosh!
The four armored guards were blown back violently. Their armor glowed red hot, and they were completely incapacitated upon impact with the ground.
"Aaaaah!"
Saint Charloss, along with the guard carrying him, was thrown back by the shockwave. They crashed hard into the ground amid panicked screams.
It hurts! It hurts!
During the impact, the Bubble Helmet on Saint Charloss's head shattered.
He rolled across the ground and slammed into a nearby alley.
Sizzle…
A small flame ignited in his hair. The unfamiliar sensation of burning pain filled him with terror.
"Fire! My head is on fire!"
Saint Charloss desperately slapped at his head, only to feel something wet and sticky on his hands.
"What is this?"
He slowly lifted his hand in front of his eyes.
Bright red blood.
His eyes widened, then rolled back as panic overtook him.
"Blood! I'm bleeding! I'm bleeding!!"
His legs gave out and he collapsed onto the ground, screaming in fear.
"I'm going to die! I'm going to die! I'm going to die!!"
The guards rushed over immediately. One quickly wrapped bandages around his head, trying to calm him down.
"Lord Charloss, it's only a minor wound. You will not die."
Bang.
The moment the bandage was secured, the response was not gratitude.
It was a gunshot.
The guard froze, a bullet embedded in his forehead. He collapsed onto the ground, his body twitching before going still.
…
The surrounding guards went silent.
No one dared react.
They simply lowered their heads, swallowing their fear, and accepted it.
"Hmph! Useless trash!"
Saint Charloss held the smoking pistol, his face twisted with rage. He kicked the corpse once, then again.
"A bunch of useless trash! I raised you for nothing! You let me, a Celestial Dragon, a descendant of the creators of the world, get attacked by commoners! You all deserve to die!"
After venting his anger, he turned toward the remaining guards.
"Hurry up and stop them! If I die here, you all die with me!"
Clap. Clap. Clap.
Suddenly, slow clapping echoed from behind him.
A mocking voice followed immediately.
"What impressive authority. So this is how the World Nobles behave. As expected, the Celestial Dragons are a disgusting breed."