One Piece: My Monster Girls Have Become Beasts?

Chapter 206 The most glamorous place hides the dirtiest blood.

Chapter 206 The most glamorous place hides the dirtiest blood.

Sora looked at Garp and Sengoku, his eyes filled with a resolute determination to die for their cause: "You two, Sengoku, be in charge of coordinating the defenses of all the fortresses. We absolutely cannot allow a single ship flying the skull and crossbones flag to approach the Red Line."

"Garp, take an elite squad and be ready to provide mobile support at any time. If those adults really get into trouble they can't afford to mess with outside, the Navy is the last line of defense, and that's what we have to do!"

"Understood!" Zhan Guo replied with awe.

"Haha, just what I was thinking, I wanted to see my old rivals too!" Garp was laughing, but his fists were clenched so tightly they were cracking.

With the air marshal's order, the entire Marineford fortress came to life. On the docks, tens of thousands of naval soldiers began frantically transporting ammunition, and the massive cranes screeched in the night.

"Hurry up! Move faster!" the officers roared hysterically.

Under the witness of the priest, the soldiers wrote letters home, and the entire fortress was filled with a tragic yet fervent atmosphere of impending battle. Every cannon was polished to a gleaming shine, and every longsword was sharpened to the finest point.

The air marshal returned to his office and looked at the slightly yellowed wanted poster for Lockes on his desk, the man on it laughing so arrogantly.

"This time, I must end this flawed era completely," he told himself, his eyes hardening like iron.

He knew very well that as long as the navy guarded the gateway to the Holy Land and the New World, the world would not descend into chaos. The navy's job was to prevent the flames of war from spreading throughout the world.

"Depart! All formations, set off immediately!"

As thick black smoke billowed from the massive steam chimney, the heavy anchor chain was slowly pulled up. A torrent called "Justice," filled with shock, rage, and murderous intent, surged toward the turbulent sea.

Mary Geoise, the holy city built on the highest point of the Red Line, is proclaimed by the World Government as the place closest to the gods. However, beneath this ever-present holy mist, flows the dirtiest and coldest blood in the world.

The morning sun slanted across the white marble avenue leading to the social square, and the lacquer surfaces, made from a mixture of powdered deep-sea pearls, refracted a dazzling brilliance in the sunlight.

The grout between each floor tile was so clear that not a speck of dust could be found, because every morning, thousands of slaves would kneel on the ground and wipe it repeatedly with their tongues or the finest silk.

In the Holy Land, the air is always filled with an expensive incense scent. This scent comes from a rare spice from the deepest part of the Grand Line, worth a fortune per gram. Its purpose is simply to mask the faint smell of blood and decay that wafts up from the underground prison.

Inside a spire palace adorned entirely with rubies, the top echelons of the Celestial Dragons are gathered for a meeting ostensibly a "tea party," but in reality, a "distribution of spoils."

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These self-proclaimed descendants of gods each wore bulky and ornate protective suits, with huge transparent bubbles covering their heads, isolating them from the air they perceived as belonging to the "mortal world," but unable to isolate the greed deep within their hearts.

Saint Roswald swirled the crystal glass in his hand, which contained a peerless wine known as "Demon's Blood," a wine that required the labor force of an entire island to spend thirty years to brew just one barrel.

His eyes, hollowed out by alcohol and debauchery, gleamed with a chilling contempt as he looked at his equally arrogant colleagues, speaking slowly and deliberately.

"Regarding the shipment that was intercepted in God Valley, I think everyone is well aware that it's not just about a few Devil Fruits; it's about trampling on the dignity of our Roswald family."

"That lowly Rox dared to demand our return by name, and even wiped out all our spies on Beehive Island, sending out only this message. Who does he think he is, an equal being who can speak with God?"

Sitting opposite him was a female Celestial Dragon who looked a little older. She was Charlia's aunt, a demon known for cruelly torturing female slaves.

She was using a pure gold knife to cut a slice of bluefin tuna belly as thin as a cicada's wing. This fish had been extinct for a century, and the few remaining were kept in an artificial lake in the holy land.

"Roswald, you're always so easily agitated. The Rocks Pirates are certainly a threat, but I'm more concerned about the attitude of those five old men, the Five Elders."

"I am very unhappy that they have recently been interfering in my family's slave trade in the West Sea."

These Celestial Dragons are not a monolithic entity; on the contrary, they are rife with intrigue and backstabbing, with each family vying for greater influence in the World Government's decision-making processes.

However, when faced with the common threat of the Rocks Pirates, their twisted sense of superiority was surprisingly consistent.

"Since Rocks wants those fruits, let's feed them to the lowest pigs right in front of him, and then film that scene and send it to him."

Another Celestial Dragon, wearing a monocle, made a sinister suggestion with a sly grin. At his feet knelt a former slave of a princess from some kingdom, who was now serving as his footstool.

"No, that's too boring. I've just contacted some members of the Knights of God. Although they are under the command of the Five Elders, they are still willing to serve us based on personal relationships."

"We need to do more than just humiliate him; we need to completely destroy his will."

"His family lives in his hideout in the New World. I've already sent CP0 to deal with them. Based on the timeline, they should be arriving soon."

The thought of Rocks, who once roamed the seas and struck fear into the hearts of countless pirates, about to howl like a wild dog because of the tragic death of his loved ones, made these Celestial Dragons burst into nauseating laughter.

Life in the Holy Land was extremely monotonous. Apart from extravagant spending, tormenting those famous figures on the high seas became their only pastime.

From their perspective, since they took something from you, Rocks, you should be grateful. How dare you bare your teeth at a great god?

Do you really think you're some kind of pirate overlord who can disrespect gods?!

Meanwhile, on the edge of Mary Geoise, at the pass known as the "Gate of the Gods," the atmosphere was solemn and oppressive.

The guards here are all composed of elites from the Marine Headquarters and the World Government's private armed forces. They wear heavy power armor and wield modified high-tech firearms.