Demon Slayer World's Complete Submission!

The wheezing, bellowing sound of breathing lingered in my ears.

My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was about to explode. I gripped the hilt of my military knife tightly with both hands, but I couldn't control my violently shaking arms and forearms.

He was afraid.

The fear was of the nearby explosions, the screams around them, and even more so of the monster that was walking towards them, stepping over the corpses and blood of its subordinates.

But he was equally Wrath, his bloodshot eyes blazing with anger and resentment.

"Why?"

On the deck of the Royal Sovereign-class Battleship, Colonel Reginald from the John Bull Country stretched out his thick neck and roared hoarsely.

"Why did you monsters have to appear in this world? Why did you destroy a city so easily!"

Do you know how many people died in London?!

He was an extremely young colonel, a naval officer who once had a happy family and a promising future, but now he had nothing left.

The gentle mother, the beautiful wife, and the lovely daughter all perished in the pillar of fire spewed by the giant serpent.

When he arrived at the scene, not only was the detached villa that was originally called home gone, but the entire neighborhood had been burned into a lava field.

Now, his superiors, colleagues, and companions are all gone, lying in pools of blood right before his eyes.

This time, the allied fleet.

Although it was led by a group of high-ranking politicians who were unwilling to give up their interests and military power, there were also many among them who harbored desires for revenge.

Another group believed the politicians' propaganda and viewed the World Government as an aggressor trying to enslave them.

Certainly.

There's nothing wrong with that; isn't conquest the same as aggression?

So they are fighting for freedom!

However, in response to Colonel Reginald's angry questioning, Colonel Bernie simply flicked the blood off his longsword, remaining expressionless and offering no reply whatsoever.

At this moment, the former cursed angrily and charged forward with his knife.

"I heard that the Chinese characters on your coats mean justice, but where is the justice in your actions now?!"

[Clang!]

Colonel Bernie easily parried Colonel Reginald's vertical slash. Looking at the young, furious face so close to him, he finally spoke in response.

"Obeying orders and fighting for one's own interests—that's justice, kid. As a soldier, your awareness isn't high enough."

As soon as he finished speaking, the blade in the latter's hand snapped instantly, and a large, bloody gash appeared on his neck.

Colonel Reginald felt dizzy, intense pain assaulting his brain, and his strength rapidly draining away.

As he fell, about to sink into eternal darkness, he heard a faint voice for the last time.

"Also, you're all too weak."

Colonel Bernie lowered his longsword, which was now stained with blood again, and streaks of blood dripped from the tip of the blade, pooling in the blood on the deck.

He looked up and glanced at the entire battlefield Kamchatka Strait.

Now.

The vanguard fleet of the so-called Europa Alliance has completely collapsed, with each warship subjected to a bloody invasion by Air Force or naval officers.

Around.

The wreckage of biplanes and airships drifted on the waves of the sea.

This scene was clearly captured by a small group of part-time Air Force officers using their Visual Den Den Mushi), and then transmitted to virtual screens around the world.

Birmingham, the second largest city in the Great John Bull Country; New York, the Bald Eagle Republic; Moscow, the capital of the Bear Sand Country.

Paris, the capital of the Gallic Rooster Country; Dublin of the Great Hans Tiger Empire; New Delhi, the capital of the White Elephant Empire; Seoul, the Seoul of the Great Stick Country; and other major cities that are now Second Special Zone, etc.

In any city where CIPHER POL exists, you're bound to see a giant projection screen in the city center.

Everyone witnessed the start, the process, and the outcome of the naval battle.

Those figures who can walk in the air, those figures who can fly at supersonic speeds, those figures who can transform into giant birds or giant insects, those figures who can punch cannonballs and cleave warships with their knives.

Each one is like a Formless wave washing over the Divine Harmony and will of the people in the Demon Slayer World.

If the appearances of Whitebeard, Sengoku, Kaido, Bullet, Charlotte Linlin, Sakazuki, and others only led people to believe that monsters or gods had appeared in the world.

Now, they truly realize what the words 'World Government' represent!

It wasn't a small group of monsters or gods, but a massive Otherworld force backed by an entire powerful civilization.

[Bang.]

In the central square of Birmingham, John Bull Country, a middle-aged gentleman knelt on both knees in despair, his palms on the ground, head bowed, muttering to himself.

"We can't win. No matter how much we resist, it's useless. We are no match for the Divine Realm."

A moment later.

The second person knelt down, then the third, and the fourth.

Soon, people around the world were completely crushed by the gap that seemed so vast that no hope could be found, and everywhere one could see people bowing their heads and kneeling on the ground.

Even in the high-level meeting room of the 'World Alliance,' all the politicians and generals fell into a deathly silence.

This moment.

The Demon Slayer World, a world with a complete civilization and numerous kingdoms, has finally been truly conquered.

"Alright, begin the beheading."

At the same time.

The CIPHER POL members, who were lurking in various countries, cities, and major Army or Marine Base, only heard a cold command ringing through their earpieces.

At once.

The shadowy figures, no longer concealed, began to assassinate all the politicians, generals, officers, and even the soldiers responsible for guarding the World Alliance.

In Special Zone No. 2, at an Army base in Tokyo, C. Crocodile also picked up Den Den Mushi.

"All units are to proceed immediately to their designated countries to carry out their assigned duties!"

"Yes!"

Onigumo, Doberman, Daifuku, Oven, Jozu, Cracker, and others, who were already Army officers, responded in unison from their respective camps of ten thousand men.

He then began directing his Army soldiers to line up and board the troop transport ships that had already been moored.

Crocodile put the receiver back and casually took some vegetables from a box to feed the Den Den Mushi, but his long, flat eyes remained fixed on a document on the table.

Army Admiral Candidate)!

His nickname is 'Sand Crocodile'!

"Finally, I'm on par with that bastard! Let's see how arrogant he is in front of me next time, ha-ha-ha-ha~~"

Crocodile laughed heartily.

He had long been unhappy that his abilities and position were inferior to Bullet's.

Now that his Haki has returned to its proper level, and he is Army Admiral Candidate, the next thing to consider is how to become Army General before him.

Fortunately, neither he nor Bullet are currently at their peak combat strength.

The only way to build up a foundation is through military achievements.

"There shouldn't be any more major battles in this Demon Slayer World. It seems we can only hope for future other worlds."

Crocodile thoughtfully took out a cigar and put it in his mouth.

He discovered that this other world was like a hook that was always full of anticipation; after seeing one, he would start to imagine the next world.

But I was still curious about how this Star Gate came about. Was it some kind of technological achievement, or Devil Fruit power controlled by someone?

"Never mind, once I become Army General, I'll probably know all about it. In that case, I still need to continue to improve my Physical Arts."