northernbook Chapter 319: The Roar of the Holy Land!
Chapter 319: The Roar of the Holy Land!
Meanwhile, at the center of world power, Mary Geoise.
The summit of the red earth continent, above the clouds.
Deep within the castle, in the exclusive hall of the Knights of God.
Figarand Garin sat on the highest throne.
He was wearing the uniform of the Supreme Commander, his chest adorned with medals.
"Still no news?"
Garin Sei's voice was deep and hoarse, like the friction of rusty iron.
The knights below the steps trembled and lowered their heads.
"Commander... there's been no contact from Guernica. They should have evacuated before dawn according to plan."
"snort."
Garin Sheng snorted coldly.
The wine glass in my hand cracked from being squeezed.
"CP0's strength is declining with each generation."
The word "failure" does not exist in his dictionary.
He is God's judge.
That "abnormality".
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The stain of God Valley thirty-eight years ago.
That woman who should have died.
It must disappear.
Her very existence was a desecration of the noble bloodline of his Figaland family.
As for Shanks...
That unfilial son.
If you dare to stop us, we'll wipe you out together.
Just then.
"Boom—"
A deafening roar shattered the deathly silence of the sacred site.
It's not thunder.
It's the sound of a heavy object falling from a great height and smashing the ground.
The sound of hurried footsteps and screams came from outside the corridor.
Garin Sheng's brows furrowed, and a violent glint flashed in his eyes.
"What's wrong! What's with all this panic? How can you be so unruly!"
The door was kicked open.
A guard in white helmet and armor rushed in.
His face was contorted in extreme pain.
Pure fear.
He held a huge object dripping with dark red liquid in his hands, his knees buckled, and he knelt down on the white jade floor.
"Lord Garin..."
"This...this fell from the sky..."
"It crashed directly onto... your terrace..."
Garin Saint's gaze fell on the object in front of the guard.
A metal box.
Dark red liquid seeped out from the crack, drip, drip.
Right in the center of the iron box.
A huge pattern was carved out by a sharp blade.
Skull.
Three red scratches on his left eye.
Two crossed Western swords.
The symbol of the Red-Haired Pirates.
"..."
The air in the hall seemed to freeze.
This is a provocation.
This is a direct declaration of war against the supreme authority of the Celestial Dragons.
Garin stared at the glaring skull symbol, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints.
A surge of rage exploded from his chest.
"Good...very good..."
Garin Sei was so angry that he laughed, a laugh that sent chills down one's spine.
"A mere pirate... a mere bastard I abandoned..."
"How dare they throw trash into God's dwelling place!"
A flash of cold light.
Garin drew his sword from his waist.
He didn't come down the steps.
He swung his sword from a distance.
The sword energy, like silver lightning, spanned dozens of meters and struck the iron box precisely.
"Snap!"
The sturdy iron box was cut open like paper.
The sheet metal flew to both sides, making a piercing metallic twisting sound.
"Let me see what you've brought me, you unfilial son!"
Garin Saint rose from his throne and walked down the steps one by one.
however.
When he saw what was inside the box, his arrogant eyes froze for the first time.
Inside the box were three corpses.
Guernica.
Stussy.
Maha.
Three top CP0 agents were crammed into a small space.
The limbs were broken and twisted into bizarre angles.
The mask shattered, revealing a face with indistinct features.
The most terrifying thing.
They are still alive.
His eyes were wide open, and his pupils were dilated.
There is no focal length inside.
There was only endless, bottomless fear.
The void left after the soul has been completely destroyed.
In the middle of their twisted bodies, there was a golden image Den Den Mushi.
The box was opened.
The Den Den Mushi sensed the light.
"Polulu..."
The Den Den Mushi starts automatically.
A beam of light was projected onto the wall in the hall that was carved with sacred history.
The image shook for a moment, then stabilized.
The dim background reveals the torture instruments in the dungeon.
then.
A face appears in the center of the image.
Red-haired Shanks.
He didn't laugh.
The four emperors who used to laugh and joke around are gone.
Instead, there was an extremely indifferent face.
There was no filial piety or reverence in those eyes.
It's as cold as looking at a dead person.
Shanks just stared quietly at the camera, as if looking at Garin through the screen.
"Do you like this gift?"
Shanks' voice was soft, yet it struck Garin's heart like a heavy hammer.
"Karin Sei".
He addressed him by his first name.
Thirty-eight years ago, you made a wrong decision.
You shouldn't have made her cry.
"And you shouldn't... have thought you could control everything."
After Shanks finished speaking, he turned to the side.
The camera moves.
A figure appears in the picture.
She sat on a simple chair, draped in Shanks' black cloak.
He looks very young, not even thirty years old.
Long, red hair cascaded down like flames.
His face was still a little pale, but his eyes were gentle as he looked at Shanks off-camera with worry.
Shanks' mother.
The woman he killed with his own hands thirty-eight years ago.
now.
She appeared vividly in the scene.
Her appearance remains unchanged.
Time seemed to stand still for her.
"Clang—"
A crisp sound.
The sword in Garin's hand fell to the ground.
His pupils trembled violently, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot.
His lips trembled, and a low growl, like that of a wild beast being choked, escaped his throat.
"No...it's impossible..."
"That's impossible!"
That woman!
That face, that look in his eyes—a "toy" he once possessed and then destroyed with his own hands.
Why is she still alive?
And why doesn't she look old at all?
This goes against common sense! It goes against the laws of nature!
An unprecedented sense of absurdity and fear overwhelmed Garin Sei's reason.
Followed by.
Another voice came from the screen.
To tease or mock.
Like a child who has succeeded in playing a prank, or like a demon who manipulates everything.
"Saint Garin, are you satisfied with this return gift?"
The camera pans up.
A black-haired youth was revealed standing behind Shanks.
Chen Ye.
He tossed gold coins in his hand and flashed a bright smile at the camera.
"Don't rush."
"This is just an appetizer."
"Wash your neck and wait, you old man."
"Sizzle—"
The scene abruptly ended.
The Den Den Mushi emitted a wisp of black smoke and burned.
The hall was deathly silent.
Everyone held their breath.
The guards buried their heads in the ground, wishing they could faint on the spot.
A few seconds later.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!"
A fierce and frenzied roar erupted from Garin's throat.
It was the howl of a wounded wild beast.
It is the fury of authority being trampled upon.
It is the hysteria that comes after the deepest, most hidden fears in one's heart are exposed.
"Bastard! Bastard! Bastard!"
Garin Seijo bent down and picked up his sword.
"Swish! Swish! Swish!"
He was wildly swinging his sword.
Sword energy crisscrossed.
The priceless vases, sculptures, and murals in the hall were all reduced to dust.
"Shanks!"
"How dare you! How dare you!"
Garin's eyes were bloodshot, like those of a demon.
He rushed to the broken metal box and kicked the box containing the CP0 remains away.
But the sound only aroused him more.
"Useless! All of you are useless!"
"Can't even kill a woman! Can't even properly dispose of a dead body!"
"I'm going to kill you all! I'm going to kill that rebellious son! I'm going to sink that island to the bottom of the sea!"
At the entrance of the lobby.
The other members of the Order of the Gods who rushed to the scene stood in the shadows.
They watched as their usually aloof and ruthless commander vented his anger like a madman.
No one dared to step forward.
Even breathing was done very carefully.
They had never seen Garin Saint so out of control.
Who exactly is the woman in that picture?
How could this Celestial Dragon, who stands at the pinnacle of world power, be driven to such a state of collapse?
Garin Sheng was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently.
He stared intently at the blank wall, his mind replaying Fiona's young face and Chenye's words, "The Valley of Gods' tent."
fear.
Yes.
Beneath the anger lies fear.
If that woman hadn't died.
If what happened back then is revealed.
Someone come here!
Garin turned around abruptly, pointing his sword at the knights at the door.
His voice was hoarse and had a bloody smell.
"Pass down the order!"
"Assemble the Knights of God!"
A ruthless determination flashed in Garin's eyes.
"Since they want to settle accounts..."
"Then let's give it a try!"
……
The image freezes.
On one side was Garin Sei's twisted, ferocious face, filled with murderous intent and fear.
On the other side lies the vast, turbulent ocean of the new world.
The end of the waves.
A pirate ship flying the red-haired skull and crossbones flag is sailing the waves, carrying a group of madmen who have declared war on God.