The Great Voyage Begins with the Celestial Dragons

"The Eight-Foot Jade Curved Jewel!"

Kizaru's cheeky voice rang out, followed by a rain of light bullets falling from the sky, all hurtling towards Red Earl.

On the other side, Kong was also moving rapidly, blocking the Red Earl's possible retreat route.

Boom!!!

The ground was plowed again, with soil and stones flying everywhere and dust billowing.

hum! !

The Red Earl's body burst out from the top, only to be met with a heavy punch from above.

"Go down!"

With a loud shout, Kong slammed his iron fist into Count Red's face, sending him crashing back into the deep pit.

With Kizaru's arrival, Red Earl, who was already exhausted, suffered even more.

He wasn't known for his physical strength to begin with, and when faced with the extremely fast-attacking Kizaru, his weaknesses only increased.

"cough cough..."

When the smoke and dust cleared underground, the Red Earl's current appearance was revealed.

After just a few exchanges, he, who was already exhausted, was in a miserable state.

His shirt was tattered, his trousers were stripped to shreds, and his cape had vanished without a trace.

Even so, Count Red still insisted on standing up.

At his level, it's not so easy for him to fall.

"Again!"

The Red Earl had no intention of escaping or surrendering; he continued to charge into the sky, still laughing loudly.

From the moment he arrived on Fars Island, he had no intention of leaving the island.

The only thing he hadn't expected was the emergence of Luther, this freak, which dealt him another blow.

Three hours later...

Boom!!!

On the terrace.

As Luther watched the final roar erupt from Fars Island, he slowly straightened up.

Luther held the Red Earl's unwavering resolve in his fight to the very end in high esteem.

Regardless of stance, it's simply out of respect for a top-tier expert who wants to perform one last dance.

Unfortunately, this final dance was ruined by his orders, failing to provide a perfect ending.

However, Luther had no regrets.

When the time is right, he will prepare a more glamorous stage for the other person.

A true top expert should never pass away so quietly.

Luther gazed at Fars Island from afar, watching the crumbling island, and whispered to Sakazuki not far away:

"The sunken island is a grand celebration of the end of a legendary pirate!"

"Yes."

Sakazuki gave a low reply, and when he saw Kizaru and Sora carrying the semi-conscious Red Earl, he suddenly spewed out a torrent of magma from his hand:

"Meteor Volcano!!!"

Lava rained down, completely destroying the already nearly ruined Fars Island.

The roaring sounds accompanied by the gushing lava resembled a natural disaster, a tribute to the fallen legend.

Even as Red Earl's consciousness waned, his Observation Haki still allowed him to perceive everything that was happening on Fars Island.

He struggled to lift his eyelids and took a deep look at the man still standing on the terrace, wanting to remember him forever.

A moment later, the Red Earl closed his eyes and finally fell into a coma.

But before he fell into a coma, he felt a strange sense of joy...

I don't know if it's because I have nothing left to hold me back, or if it's a special fireworks display made to mark his passing...

After witnessing the complete sinking of Fars Island alongside the others, Luther finally spoke in a deep voice:

"Return to base!"

Chapter 39 I'm sorry I was born a Celestial Dragon.

The warship's return journey went smoothly.

The World Government had already made arrangements, and when the warship returned to the Navy Headquarters, the reporters who had been waiting there were already impatient.

"I heard there's some big news, does anyone know the details?"

"Who knows? The government and the navy aren't saying anything, they're just saying there will be big news today."

"World News, what news do you have?"

"We don't know. All we know is that His Highness is not at headquarters."

"Could it be that His Highness's doing something again?"

"Who knows..."

"They're here! Stop arguing, you'll know soon enough!"

As soon as they saw the warship dock, they rushed ashore.

Wow, there are so many people.

Kizaru's cheeky voice came from the deck. He glanced at it and then vanished in a flash.

He's not the main character today; he doesn't even show his face.

"Admiral Kizaru! This looks like big news!"

"Look, that's Admiral Sakazuki, next to him is His Highness Lord Luther, and the Navy's strongest rookie from the last year, now a member of CP0, possessing strength comparable to an admiral!"

"Wait a minute, that's not the point! Look behind them!!!"

"That is!?"

"The Red Earl! That's the Red Earl!"

"Unbelievable! The Navy actually captured the Red Earl, and the person who captured him is empty! The Fleet Admiral has actually left headquarters!"

The reporters were excited to see several figures disembarking from the warship.

This is absolutely big news!

Another legendary pirate has fallen, and like Shiki and Roger, he was defeated by the Navy.

If this news gets out today, it will definitely cause a sensation throughout the entire ocean.

"Marshal Kong, can you tell me what happened?"

Reporters swarmed around, their eyes fixed on Kong, who was walking at the back.

Luther is a Celestial Dragon, and judging from their positions, Admirals Akainu and Gion are standing behind him, clearly indicating they are in cahoots.

Reporters want news, not to rush to their deaths; they don't want to ask a Celestial Dragon for information.

It's said that this prince is different from the other Celestial Dragons, but what if he is? When they die, no one dares to come and collect their bodies.

"Ladies and gentlemen, as you can see, the Navy, representing justice, has once again won a victory. We have captured the notorious pirate Red Earl Redfield. Thanks to the Navy's actions, all pirates will eventually be wiped out, and the world will return to its former glory..."

He stood there, delivering a highly official speech with great passion.

Most reporters were satisfied upon hearing this and frantically took notes with pens and paper in hand.

Suddenly, a young man, his eyes lighting up, looked at the silent Count Red and shouted:

"Count Red, is there anything you regret?"

"Pity?"

Meeting the young man's expectant gaze, the Red Earl suddenly laughed:

"I have roamed the seas for decades, and now that I have failed, I have failed. Time will prove to the world that I, Earl Red, am no less than anyone else."

His bloodshot eyes seemed to pierce through the crowd and see Luther and his entourage walking forward.

Watching Luther's retreating figure, a mocking glint flashed in the Red Earl's eyes, and he suddenly shouted loudly:

"Don Quixote Luther Saint, I will be watching you from Impel Down, watching how you overturn the entire sea! You want me to follow your wishes? Then let me see your guts!"

At this shout, all the reporters erupted in a clamor.

Big news!

Big news!

The Celestial Dragon Don Quixote Luther Saint was actually recognized by the Red Earl, and even received such high praise.

Immediately afterwards, many reporters seemed to realize something, their expressions changed drastically, and they immediately dialed the Den Den Mushi, speaking urgently.

Only after he finished explaining did they breathe a sigh of relief and look nervously at Luther, who had stopped walking.

In the journalist profession, the fear isn't a lack of big news, but rather encountering big news and not having the chance to report it.

Only by making this big news known to everyone can they avoid being silenced.

However, Luther ignored the reporters' comments.

He turned around, a faint smile on his lips, and met the Red Earl's gaze. His voice was soft, but it reached everyone's ears:

"Then just watch and see. I hope your heart won't grow cold with time. Otherwise, when the time comes, you'll be worthless!"

After saying that, he turned and left without paying any attention to the commotion behind him.

Although he was somewhat surprised that the Red Earl said this in public, it did him no harm.

He's not afraid of becoming famous now; he's afraid of not being famous enough.