In the blink of an eye, it was already Grand Line Era 1508. The deadline for the promise made with the Holy Land had arrived, and it was time to release the Celestial Dragons. The Holy Land had dispatched more than twenty Marine warships, sailing grandly toward the Flame Dragon Empire. Leading the force to retrieve Saint Roswald was Marine Admiral Sakazuki.
At this moment, Sakazuki's mouth was filled with heavy breaths, a cigar clenched between his teeth. His face was dark, his pupils dilated as he glared fiercely in the direction of the Flame Dragon Empire. Then he said, "Just thinking about you makes my kidneys ache." Holding the cigar between the index and middle fingers of his right hand, he angrily squeezed down hard. It took a full three seconds before he snapped it in half. Then he put on an effeminate expression and said, "What Flame Dragon Empire? What Revolutionary Army? Bring them all on!"
Over in the Flame Dragon Empire, today was the day they would release the first Celestial Dragon, Saint Roswald. Pablo had also learned that Marine Admiral Sakazuki had personally led twenty Marine warships here. However, Julian did not take it seriously. He merely smiled and said, "You know what to do, don't you?" Hearing Julian's words, Pablo immediately replied respectfully, "Understood, Lord Flame Emperor. We won't let the World Government's people leave here smiling." Julian thought for a moment, then shook his head with a smile. "Still, give them a little face. They're just workers following the orders of the Celestial Dragon Government." After saying that, Julian headed toward Flame Dragon Home.
Noah was now ten and a half years old. He was nearly two meters tall, with a remarkably sturdy build. His face had already begun to show an imposing aura,