Hardship never pitied the weak. On the contrary, it only oppressed them even more ruthlessly.
A cold gleam flashed.
Like snow falling across ten thousand miles, it turned everything before them white.
Slash!
The Flying Slash cut through them like wheat.
The blood it carried made even the sword energy seem to turn red.
"Since death awaits me either way, then please become the stepping stones for my progress."
There was no mercy.
The weak civilians simply could not make it this far.
For the criminal slaves before him, all Roy could do was lessen their suffering by killing them.
The veins on his arm bulged slightly.
Another slash infused with Armament Haki swept toward the charging crowd.
The coconut grove near the beach had been neatly severed in its entirety.
The once-green land and sandy shore were now a filthy mess of red, white, yellow, and green.
Severed limbs and fragments covered the ground.
This was a one-sided massacre.
"Roy, cut them down! Just like that, kill these lowly commoners! Keep going!"
A phone call had just informed Saint Gareth of the Celestial Dragon tragedy that had occurred in the forest while he had been having fun earlier.
The dignity of gods could not be insulted.
A noble Celestial Dragon had died miserably in the plot of a group of lowly commoners.
For Celestial Dragons, who lacked nothing but cared deeply about saving face, such humiliation was practically a direct slap to the face.
A Celestial Dragon had died unexpectedly in the Blue Sea, and another had even been kidnapped.
No one could remember how long it had been since something like this last happened.
What was more, it had occurred at this traditional and glorious hunting ground.
Listening to Saint Gareth's roar beside him,
Roy knew it was