bookbashuk Chapter 208 The Chaotic Celestial Dragon Family! The Source of Prey in the Hunting Contest
Chapter 208 The Chaotic Celestial Dragon Family! The Source of Prey in the Hunting Contest
Chapter 208 The Chaotic Celestial Dragon Family! The Source of Prey in the Hunting Contest
In fact, the interior of the magnificent and seemingly indestructible Mary Geoise was not as monolithic as outsiders imagined.
Before this supreme meeting, which was poised to change the course of the world, officially began, the council hall of the Holy Land had already witnessed several fierce family debates that would go down in history.
On this land blessed by the gods, the scales of power sway violently between "stability" and "radicalism," vividly demonstrating the deep-rooted factional struggles within the Celestial Dragons.
The factions led by the Donquixote Family and the Musgard Family represent the relatively stable factions within the Holy Land, even those with a sense of unease. The elder of the Donquixote Family was the first to launch an attack in the council, his trembling voice revealing his fear of the pure violence of the Rocks Pirates.
"The Figarand family's actions are essentially playing with the safety of all sacred bloodlines." The Donquixote family representative swung his jewel-encrusted scepter forcefully, striking it against the white marble floor with a jarring sound.
"To secretly send a guard to infiltrate Hatchinos and steal the Devil Fruits that Rocks considered forbidden—this is utterly absurd!"
"I don't deny that this move was made to make the hunting competition better, but it was too greedy and too ignorant!"
This is a complete blunder, inviting trouble upon ourselves. Once that dark sun descends upon the Valley of the Gods, who can guarantee that any of you will still have your heads firmly on your necks?
"If a Celestial Dragon were to be injured, could your Figarand family bear the responsibility?"
The leader of the Musgarud family echoed this sentiment. As a family that had always advocated maintaining the "dignity of the gods" rather than excessively provoking mortals, he was extremely uneasy about the Figarand family's almost insane provocation.
"I agree. We are gods, not gamblers," the patriarch of the Musgarud family said coldly, adjusting his heavy crystal hood.
"The Rocks Pirates are not ants that can be easily crushed; they are madmen, beasts capable of destroying civilizations. The Figarand family, in order to add some talking points to the hunting tournament, has placed all its families on the brink of retaliation."
If something really goes wrong, who should be held responsible?
This opposition initially gained the upper hand at the beginning of the meeting, even attracting the attention of Topman Vochulis, the "legal warrior" responsible for global legal rulings.
However, just as the moderates were attempting to limit the Figarand family's armed actions through a joint vote, the forceful intervention of the "Knights of God" completely shattered any possibility of a peaceful resolution.
As the supreme commander of the "Knights of God," the moment Figarand Garin stepped into the meeting hall, the air seemed to freeze with his sharp sword intent. He did not wear the bulky hood that symbolized his Celestial Dragon identity, but instead let his exaggerated crescent-shaped red hair be exposed to the air, his cloak fluttering with his steps.
"What disgusting cowardice!"
Figarand Garin stood on the podium of the House of Representatives, his sharp, hawk-like eyes sweeping over the trembling nobles below. His voice was not loud, but it struck each person's heart like a heavy hammer.
"Don Quixote, Musgarud—is only aged red wine and rotten cowardice left in your blood? I, Figaland Garin, as the leader of the Knights of God, will not tolerate any word of fear in this sacred hall."
Faced with the questioning of the Don Quixote family elder, Figaland Garin Saint revealed an extremely mocking smile. He slowly pressed his hand against the famous sword "Silver Executioner" at his waist, and the oppressive feeling that seemed to tear the soul apart instantly plunged the entire room into a deathly silence.
"If we can't even drive away a few lowly pirates, if even a wild dog like Rocks makes us tremble, then the so-called gods are nothing but delusions of mortals," Figarand Garin declared openly to the entire audience.
"The hunting competition in God Valley is not just for entertainment, but also to prove that the bloodline of the gods has absolute power of life and death over this sea. Anyone who tries to challenge divine authority will turn to dust under my sword. As for those Devil Fruits, they belong to the gods, and a lowly commoner like Rocks is not worthy of them."
This extreme arrogance and fervent worship of violence quickly silenced all opposition under the overwhelming military intimidation of the "Knights of God".
Jaigolusia Satan, the "God of Scientific Defense" in charge of the world's cutting-edge defense system, observed all of this from the shadows. As the "God of Scientific Defense" who held supreme power over defense, Jaigolusia Satan was well aware that Figarand Garin's ambition was a double-edged sword.
But as Satan always believed, as long as such arrogance could be transformed into the destruction of the enemy, then the risks in the process were acceptable.
Meanwhile, Shepard Gan Petter Saint, the "God of Agriculture" responsible for global resources and agricultural output, silently calculated the loss of the fertile land of God Valley should war break out.
As the "God of Agriculture," he had some reservations about Karin's arrogance, but as a member of the Celestial Dragons, he was also moved by this "divine supremacy" rhetoric.
Marcus Mars, the "Environmental God" who controls the world's geography and climate fluctuations, is more concerned with sealing off the area around the Valley of the Gods.
As the "Environmental War God," he had already mobilized all the climate monitoring ships under the strong demands of Figarand Garin Saint to ensure that the ocean currents around God Valley were in an absolutely silent state before Locke arrived.
Topman Vochuli Saint, the "God of Law" in charge of law and trial, finally stamped the "God Valley Emergency Mobilization Order" submitted by Garin Saint with the seal that symbolized the final judgment.
As the "God of Law and War," he knew very well that this meant all the arguments were over and killing would become the only law.
Finally, Zambaron V. Nasujuro, the "Financial God" who controls the world's financial resources, coldly watches the radical Celestial Dragons cheering because of Korin's speech.
As the "God of Wealth," he knew that the tickets to this carnival were expensive, and this extreme arrogance was the final push that would lead the world into an abyss of no return.
"Now that the stakes have been placed," Nasujuro Sei gently stroked the first generation Kitetsu in its sheath, his voice barely audible, "let's hope that the bloodshed at that moment will be worth the enormous military expenditure I've allocated."
Under the intense pressure from the Figarand family and the tacit approval of the Five Elders, the cracks within the Holy Land were concealed within a facade of fanaticism. This unity, built on arrogance, was like a magnificent palace perched atop a volcano, awaiting the deafening roar that would shatter the seas.
The above is a small episode that caused the Five Elders some headaches. There are also great conflicts within the Celestial Dragons, but the powerful figures above them have suppressed all the negative voices.
The Valley of Gods is not only the venue for the upcoming hunting tournament, but also a giant coffin made by the Five Elders for the Rocks Pirates, a place to collect their corpses!
The scene returns to Pangaea City, where the air in the Hall of Power is so cold it's almost frozen. In this tranquil space, symbolizing absolute order, the five supreme rulers of the world are listening to a progress report on the final stage of the "God Valley Hunting Tournament."
To ensure that the triennial Celestial Dragon Hunting Tournament can be held as scheduled and is sufficiently "spectacular," the World Government's logistics machinery has been operating at full speed for several months.
The Valley of the Gods, a mysterious island in the western sea, was originally a scenic resort, but now it has been transformed into a huge slaughterhouse.
In the slave camps at the bottom of the Holy Land, countless figures are being forcibly given a drug called "Berserk Agent" to ensure they can run faster and have more "vitality" on the island.
Saint Satan sat firmly on the sofa, his aged fingers rhythmically tapping the scepter on his knees. His eyes, hidden behind black-rimmed glasses, coldly gazed at the figure kneeling in the shadows of the hall. He spoke, his voice hoarse yet carrying an undeniable air of authority.
"How prepared is the prey?"
Kneeling in the shadows was the Supreme Commander of CP0, the world's most powerful intelligence agency. His voice, hidden behind a mask for years, sounded like a parchment that had been repeatedly crumpled and dried out to the extreme, devoid of any emotional fluctuation: "Reporting to Lord Satan and all the great War Gods, all preparations have been carried out strictly in accordance with the standards of the Holy Land Hunting Act, ensuring that we can provide the Celestial Dragons with an unprecedented audio-visual feast."
The CP0 chief bowed slightly and began to list the appalling details.
"Regarding this year's top-tier prey," a total of 360 individuals were identified. They all originated from three kingdoms in the North Sea that recently attempted rebellion due to their disobedience to the "Heavenly Gold" policy. In accordance with the "collective punishment law" signed by Saint Vocuri, we arrested all members of the royal families of these three kingdoms.
"To enhance the spectacle of the competition, under the technical guidance of Saint Satan, we specially implanted miniature life-sensing resonance devices in the midline of the spines of these royal members."
He paused, seemingly checking some precise data: "When these once-high-ranking royalty experience a heart rate exceeding a certain threshold due to fear in the jungle, or suffer a fatal wound from a limb being impaled, the device immediately detects these extreme bio-waves. It then sends precise geographic coordinates and a holographic image alert to the nearest Celestial Dragon's gold-hunting terminal. This means that the great masters will never miss a single spectacular moment of limb disintegration or desperate execution."
Listening to this digitization of life, Topman Vochuli Saint, the "God of Law" who was in charge of the law, nodded slightly. He liked this process of turning traitors into prey, which was the best way to maintain the dignity of the law.
The CPO chief continued his report, his tone carrying an almost obsessive professionalism: "As for the 'second-class prey,' they consist of two thousand scholars and thinkers who have been judged to have antisocial tendencies."
Based on the adults' past aesthetic preferences, before we dropped them onto God Valley Island, our agents had already stripped them of all sensory aids, including glasses and hearing aids.
"In that complex primeval forest, these self-proclaimed learned sages will fall into a state of sensory confusion, witnessing their ugly spectacle of trampling each other in the darkness, groping for survival only to ultimately stumble into traps. This is precisely the kind of 'bloody academic debate' that the adults of the Holy Land love to watch."
Marcus Mars, the "God of Environment" who controls the global environment and geography, approved of this arrangement. He has ordered the poisoning of several water sources in God Valley, forcing these scholars to go to the ambush points set up by the Celestial Dragons in order to survive.
"Regarding the third-class prey," that is, the basic prey," the CP0 chief's voice echoed in the empty hall, "they are serious criminals selected from the Impel Down prison. To prevent these lowly people from having any futile thoughts of resistance, we have equipped them all with specially made seastone explosive collars developed by Saint Satan."
"The trainee riders of the Knights of God have conducted three rounds of simulated hunts around the island to ensure that no one leaves that beach alive. It is an absolute forbidden zone for the children of God."
"The Financial God of War," Zambaron V. Nassuro, who oversees finances and war costs, asked coldly, "What about the natives? I don't want to see any unnecessary waste of resources in my ledgers."
"Please rest assured, Lord Nasujuro," the CPO Chief replied respectfully. "The lowest-ranking prey, namely the natives of God Valley, have been defined as environmental obstacles." They do not count towards the official points during the hunt and are merely consumables for your warm-up.
"Regarding the cost aspect that Saint Nassuro is concerned about, the extermination of these natives will be carried out by the squires of the Knights of God, without any additional expenditure."
Shepard S. Pitt, the "God of Agriculture" who governs global agriculture and resources, stroked his chin, his tone flat: "Have the island's crops and minerals been harvested ahead of schedule? As the God of Agriculture," I don't want that filthy blood splattered on unripe fruit.
"Reporting to Lord Pittor, all strategic reserves were emptied half a month ago. The Valley of the Gods has now been completely transformed into the perfect killing garden according to your preferences."
The five elders listened quietly to these bloody details, their expressions remaining unchanged.
In the eyes of these self-proclaimed gods, this was not a cruel massacre, but merely a routine report on "world assets," as if listening to a quarterly summary of livestock production.
To them, who had held power for eight hundred years, all those who were not of divine blood were mere ants. The screams of the ants, the fall of royalty, and the lamentations of scholars were nothing more than insignificant noises in the grand backdrop of their power.
"Very good." Saint Satan made the final decision. "Now that the prey has entered the arena, it is time for this divine feast to begin."