Pirate: I'm an admiral now, what's wrong with taking a little extra money?

On the decks of these five ships stood one of the most dangerous groups of people ever seen on the high seas.

Kaido of the Beasts did not transform into a blue dragon.

He was wearing labor camp clothes and holding a giant iron pickaxe.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the Red Line continent before him, and he kept muttering, "Taking Mary Geoise will reduce my sentence by ten years... Killing a Celestial Dragon will reduce my sentence by a week... I have to be the first one to charge in!"

Beside him, Aunt Charlotte Linlin rode on Zeus's thundercloud, drooling.

She was told that if she destroyed the gates of Pangaea, she could get a ton of special-edition premium desserts.

Shanks' arm was tightly in a sling with bandages. The former owner of the "Face Fruit" no longer had the ambition to dominate the seas in his eyes.

Ben Beckman, Raki Lu, and a group of red-haired officers stood behind him, each wearing a label that read "G-5 Labor Reorganization Foreign Brigade".

“Shanks…” Beckman said, biting his cigarette.

"Enough said." Shanks took a deep breath. "To save our brothers' lives, and so that Luffy doesn't have to mine for the rest of his life, we must be ahead of the G-5 today."

Marco and the remnants of the White Party nodded silently.

These former kings who once reigned supreme over the seas, after being crushed by Kane's absolute force yesterday and brainwashed with a "reduction in sentence," have completely abandoned their empty title of pirates.

They now have only one thought in their minds: to perform meritorious service, reduce their sentences, and strive to regain their personal freedom as soon as possible.

This stark contrast in the scene prompted Sakazuki, standing on the deck of the main ship, to let out a cold laugh.

He hated pirates more than anything in his life, but seeing these pirates being used as disposable expendables by the marshal in the charge, he suddenly felt that this was a million times more satisfying than killing them directly.

"Let's go." Kane said calmly.

The entire army was mobilized.

The mighty, world-destroying army advanced toward the Red Earth continent at the center of the world.

The camera zooms out, soaring over 40,000 meters in the air.

At the top of the Red Line lies the sacred land of Mary Geoise.

The sun shines brightly, and birds sing sweetly amidst the fragrance of flowers.

Fountains made of pure gold were built on both sides of the street, and the clear water reflected a luxurious light under the sunlight.

In the center of the plaza, hundreds of Celestial Dragons were holding their usual grand banquet.

Their obese faces were etched with arrogance and ignorance, completely unaware that their eight-hundred-year reign was nearing its end.

However, the scene is completely different in Pangu City, the deepest part of the holy land.

"Hurry up! Move faster!"

Environmental War God Mazs kicked a CP0 agent to the ground. "Smooth out the carpet! Even a single wrinkle and I'll skin you alive!"

The agent of the world government's highest intelligence agency lay on the ground, smoothing out the hand-stitched red velvet carpet with his hands, bit by bit.

Financial God of War Nasujuro was not wearing his signature kimono.

He was dressed in an extremely sharp butler's uniform, holding the first generation Kitetsu in his hand, and was cutting the ribs of a top-tier Sea King at a speed invisible to the naked eye on the cutting board.

"Nassou, are you sober yet?" Satan rushed over, holding a bottle of rare red wine that was at least 500 years old, as if he were holding his grandfather's ashes. "Lord Kane doesn't like the sour taste, so the temperature must be kept at 18 degrees!"

"Shut up, Satan! Go check the chandeliers in the banquet hall! If even a speck of dust falls on them, we're doomed!" Nassuro roared.

These five elders, who were once high and mighty and could wipe out a country with a single word, are now more competitive than the most professional banquet waiters.

Faced with the ideological imprint etched by "Kotoamatsukami," all they could think about was how to please Kane.

As for the Celestial Dragons outside?

Those were just fireworks to entertain Lord Kane later.

Near noon, on the outskirts of Mary Geoise.

Commander-in-Chief Figarando Galinger was on a routine patrol with dozens of unfathomably powerful members of the Order of God.

His brow was furrowed, and a deep sense of unease filled his heart.

Shortly after the start of the battle at Marineford yesterday, all of Mary Geoise's communications with the outside world were suddenly physically cut off.

No intelligence from the front lines has been transmitted back, and even today's newspaper birds were all shot down by the Five Elders' orders using anti-aircraft artillery.

Saint Gelinger tried several times to see the Five Elders to inquire about the situation, but found that all around him were the corpses of his guards who had been beheaded by Saint Nasshoulang. Anyone who dared to approach Pangaea City and disturb their banquet preparations would be killed without mercy.

“What on earth happened… Have those five old guys gone mad?” Gerlinger gripped the hilt of his sword tightly.

Suddenly, the sunlight disappeared.

Gerlinger looked up, thinking that dark clouds were obscuring the sun.

The next second, his breath hitched.

That's not a dark cloud.

It consists of more than a hundred steel fortresses that blot out the sky.

These are tens of thousands of colossal sea kings that have completely surrounded the Red Earth from all sides.

They were ancient giants, densely packed and enormous, standing on a giant dragon-headed ship.

Gellinger Saint's Observation Haki was frantically issuing a warning.

Within that dark, overwhelming torrent of steel, he sensed Sakazuki's magma, Kuzan's extreme cold, Kaido's tyranny, Big Mom's madness, and Shanks's sharpness...

All the monsters of the sea have gathered here!

"Enemy attack—!!!"

Saint Gellinger roared and drew his longsword from his waist.

Chapter 297 The Wrath of the Gods! This strike shattered the heavens!

"What enemy attack?"

A fat Celestial Dragon wearing a bubble hood was holding a piece of roasted meat, looking completely bewildered.

"Has that old man Gellinger gone mad? This is Mary Geoise! ​​It's the divine realm of the Creator! Who dares to cause trouble here?"

However, his contemptuous muttering hadn't even finished.

Boom! ...

The entire red earth continent shook violently.

This is not an earthquake, but some extremely terrifying force that is savagely pounding against the bedrock of the continent!

The Celestial Dragons fell to the ground, spilling roasted meat and red wine everywhere.

When they looked up following Gerlinger Saint's trembling gaze, they all fell silent, like ducks with their necks being squeezed.

The Pluto fleet, which blotted out the sky, hovered in the clouds, its eerie blue main cannons gleaming like the eyes of death.

Meanwhile, at the port on the edge of the continent, tens of thousands of colossal sea kings have secured massive chains to the edge of the Red Line, emitting deafening roars.

"Knights! Prepare to engage the enemy!"

Saint Gellinger drew his longsword, veins bulging on his forehead.

The dozens of members of the Divine Knights behind him unleashed their formidable auras.

As the World Government's last trump card hidden for eight hundred years, each of them possesses terrifying strength to rival even a Vice Admiral or an Admiral candidate!

"They're just a bunch of reckless rebels..."

Galinger Saint gritted his teeth and stared at the dilapidated wooden boat that was the first to rush up below, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"With just a few wrecked ships leading the charge, they think they can get their hands on the holy land?!"

However, when he saw the figures charging at the very front, the commander-in-chief of the Knights of God's breath caught in his throat.

"Roaraaaaaahh ...

With a deafening roar, a colossal giant, eight meters tall with two dragon horns, crashed into the square of Mary Geoise like a cannonball.

The enormous impact shattered the ground within a radius of hundreds of meters!

It was none other than the former Yonko, Kaido of the Beasts!

However, at this moment, Kaido did not use his signature weapon "Eight Precepts," but instead gripped a heavy iron pickaxe used for mining with both hands!

He was wearing a black and white striped prison uniform with the words "G-5 Labor Reform" printed on it, and his eyes were bloodshot, like a wild beast that had completely gone mad.

"Killing a Celestial Dragon will reduce your sentence by one week!"

Kaido muttered frantically, spitting everywhere.

"I want a reduced sentence! I want to go out drinking! Nobody's going to take my life!!!"

Before he finished speaking, Kaido swung his ten-ton iron pickaxe, crackling with raging Conqueror's Haki, and smashed it down on a group of God Knights who had just drawn their swords.

boom--!

"Thunderous roar... Bagua pickaxe!"

The terrifying shockwave instantly turned five or six elite knights into a bloody mess, and the entire square was plowed into a terrifying trench a hundred meters deep.

Before Saint Gellinger could recover from his shock, a violent bolt of lightning suddenly struck down from the sky.

"Ugh ugh ugh ugh—!! If I can't get this door down, I'm out of dessert! You can all go to hell!"

Charlotte Linlin, an older woman, rode on Zeus's thundercloud, her entire body jiggling with fat.

In order to have a dessert during her day of labor reform, the former queen completely lost her temper.

On the other side, a blinding red and black sword light swept across the ground.

"Gods, beware!"

Shanks, now with only one arm, gritted his teeth, his eyes turning red.

Ben Beckman behind him had his gun barrels glowing red, while Lucky Roux transformed into a human bomb, relentlessly crushing through the Celestial Dragons' ranks.

"Brothers! To avoid spending your whole lives mining, kill them all!" Shanks roared hoarsely.

The four emperors, who once reigned supreme over the seas and schemed against each other for their own ambitions, are now stirring up the skies under the stimulus of the "reduction in sentence plan".

They were so afraid of missing out on kills that they even fought each other to the death during the charge for the "ownership" of a single member of the knightly order.