An Explanation for You?
Roy's appearance was like the sun suddenly rising in the dark night, completely igniting the morale of the navy!
Sakazuki's entire body was engulfed in boiling lava, and the volcano roared.
Kizaru's golden light shimmered, his sword intent soaring.
Aokiji pervaded the air, and a thousand-foot-high ice wall stretched out in all directions;
The Buddhist light of the Sengoku soared into the clouds, like a golden statue protecting the nation!
The combined power of the four naval elites, along with Roy's overwhelming Conqueror's Haki, created a storm that seemed to devour the heavens and destroy the earth, pressing down on the Holy Knights!
"Boom--!"
The mere clash of their auras caused the ravaged island of Marineford to tremble violently, the earth to crack like a spider web, and seawater to surge in, as if it were about to sink at any moment!
The eight members of the Holy Knights, led by Saint Killingham, all changed their expressions drastically. They prided themselves on being the "Shield of God," but under such pressure, they couldn't help but take two steps back, their silver armor rustling, and fear appeared in their eyes for the first time.
"This... is Roy?!" someone murmured, their voice trembling.
Saint Shamrock's heart pounded, and cold sweat soaked through his clothes.
Images of his past orders flashed through his mind—in that instant, he felt as if he were falling into an abyss, his legs almost giving way. "Damn it... I've actually provoked an ancient dragon?!"
Saint Garling gritted his teeth, forcing himself to remain calm, his sword tip pointing directly at Roy, yet the silver light trembled slightly.
"Roy!! The Fleet Admiral dared to attack the Five Elders —this is a grave crime that shakes the very foundation of the world!!"
"The Navy must give the Holy Knights an explanation!!"
His words thundered like lightning, and the members of the Holy Knights behind him, as if grasping at a straw, immediately roared in unison, trying to regain their composure by appealing to "orthodoxy":
"That's right!! The greater good is on our side!!"
"The navy must kneel down and apologize to 'God'!!"
In an instant, a forest of silver-armored figures stood tall, and a deafening roar filled the air, as if trying to salvage their crumbling momentum with sound.
However, Roy simply raised his Right Hand slowly.
At that moment, the world suddenly fell silent, and all the roars seemed to be abruptly cut off by an invisible giant hand.
Roy's voice wasn't loud, but it pierced everyone's eardrums clearly. "Explain?"
He took a step forward, and the ground beneath his feet cracked, as the ultimate Conqueror's Haki crashed down.
"Saint Saturn, as one of the Five Elders, openly shelters Pirate death row inmates who wreak havoc on the world and interferes with naval executions—"
According to Article 38, Section 7 of the Naval Code: "Anyone who obstructs the execution of Justice, regardless of rank... shall be considered an accomplice."
His eyes were as cold as an abyss, sending chills down one's spine. "Fleet Admiral Sengoku suppressed his fellow Pirates according to the law—what crime has he committed?!"
The words boomed like thunder, shaking the heavens and earth. The silver-armored knights turned pale at the same time, and the sound abruptly stopped.
Immediately afterwards, the voice of the Saint Garling echoed again, as heavy as the tolling of an ancient bell:
"Have you ever considered that the actions of the Sengoku attacked the very foundation that has maintained eight hundred years of peace in the world?"
"These eight hundred years, though at a cost, brought an end to the catastrophe of a blank century."
The Five Elders and their subordinate mechanisms bear an unimaginable burden: maintaining the balance of power among the hundreds of Affiliated Nation and suppressing destructive, forbidden forces.
"These are things you can't easily replace on your own!"
Saint Garling approached step by step, his tone becoming more severe. "If you think this is simply 'Justice' —then that is the height of folly."
The Navy's actions have torn open the first crack in the bulwark protecting the world.
"The 'Justice' you pursue may bring fleeting joy, but the ensuing power vacuum and world war will leave countless civilians displaced and their families destroyed."
"Is your so-called 'Justice' paved with their corpses to pave your path to heroism?!"
The air in the square seemed to freeze, and even the sounds of fire and frost clashing seemed to be suppressed.
Saint Garling's words were like a heavy hammer, carrying a judgmental force that pushed the atmosphere of the entire venue to the brink of collapse.
--Power vacuum, war, bloodshed.
Every word seemed to nail Roy to the cross of "public enemy number one."
Roy simply looked at him silently, his gaze so cold it seemed to pierce right through him, and spoke softly:
"Have you finished explaining all those grand principles?"
The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a thunderclap, striking straight to the soul.
Saint Garling's heart skipped a beat, as if a corner of his confidence had been crushed by that indifferent gaze.
But then he gritted his teeth and roared, his voice urgent and oppressive. "Roy!! Are you determined to bully us with your power?! The whole world is watching!!"
These words caused the naval soldiers, who were trying to regain their composure, to waver once again.
Just then, intermittent sounds came from the deep pit—
Saint Saturn was covered in blood and gore, his breath fading, yet he still struggled to lift his head, his eyes filled with venomous resentment.
"Roy... even if you have connections to 'that person'... it doesn't change the fact that... it was the Fleet Admiral who attacked the Celestial Dragons..."
This sentence was like a thunderclap from a clear sky!
The entire venue erupted in cheers!
The naval soldiers' expressions changed drastically, and a deeper sense of doubt and unease welled up in their hearts.
--That's right, the Fleet Admiral intervened to suppress Saint Saturn, a scene witnessed by countless people. How can this be cleared up?
The surviving Pirates burst into savage laughter and mockery, as if grasping at their last straw:
"Haha!! The Navy has finally shown its fangs!!"
"You dare to wage war against the Celestial Dragons?! You're even more insane than we are!!"
"Navy, Celestial Dragons... may they all go to hell!!"
The morale of the Holy Knights surged suddenly, as if they drew boundless confidence from the words of Saint Garling and the shouts of Saint Saturn, roaring in unison:
"That's right!! The Fleet Admiral has betrayed the World Government —an unforgivable crime!!"
"Kneel down and confess your sins!! Otherwise, prepare for the condemnation of the entire world!!"
In an instant, wavering, sneer, and arrogance intertwined into a vortex, tearing at the will of everyone on the Battlefield.
However, Roy remained unmoved amidst the sudden gust of wind.
He slowly raised his eyes, his gaze as cold as an abyss, locking onto Saint Garling.
The voice was deep, yet it was like a hammer shattering the void, sending a shiver down one's spine.
You said... you want an explanation?
A smug glint flashed in Saint Garling's eyes, believing Roy was finally cornered. A cold smile curled his lips, and his tone was extremely arrogant. "That's right! Hand over Sengoku immediately!! Otherwise—"
In his eyes, the scene at this moment was already clearly visible:
--If Roy hesitates even slightly, the navy's prestige will crumble.
--Once the Sengoku is handed over, the authority and conviction that the navy has built up over the years will be reduced to dust.
The entire arena held its breath, awaiting Roy's response.
However--
"Whoosh--!"
Roy simply made a casual slash, and the void was torn apart like paper.
The next second, a figure covered in wounds and with a face so swollen that it was unrecognizable fell heavily at the feet of Saint Garling!
"Bang--!"
As the dust settled, the familiar clothes and face made everyone gasp in shock!
"Saint Shepherd Sommers?!" The Holy Knights members were stunned, their eyes filled with confusion and horror.
Saint Killingham instinctively asked, "Saint Shepherd Sommers? You... how did you get here?!"
However, only Saint Garling and Saint Shamrock changed their expressions drastically when they saw the figure clearly; sweat poured down their backs like rain, and their hands and feet turned icy cold.
Saint Garling's sword trembled violently in his hand, almost slipping out of his grasp, its silver light flickering incessantly!
Roy's voice rang out again, cold and ruthless, like the pronouncement of death:
"You said... you want me to give you an explanation, is that right?"