Freedom and Truth Are Always Built Upon One's Own Strength!

After putting away those two trophies, Will slowly turned his head, casting a meaningful glance toward the distant corner piled high with various building materials.

Only after several seconds did he gradually withdraw his gaze, looking toward the slaves beside him.

Having finished cleaning up those attendants, Will immediately thought of the Marines soldiers who had managed to survive nearby.

So, looking at these bewildered slaves, Will strode over and commanded in a cold voice:

"All of you, together, go and finish off every last Marine still alive."

"If I see a single living Marine after this, every one of you here will die."

Hearing these words, The slaves were first stunned, then dared not show any hesitation or discontent, hurriedly scrambling to their feet.

Then, all together, they charged fiercely toward the terrified Marines soldiers!

Seeing this, the Marines soldiers hastily tried to pick up the spears they had already thrown to the ground.

But it was clearly too late now.

Some soldiers, faced with this situation, couldn't help but retreat in fear, habitually shouting in anger:

"Damn slaves! What do you think you're doing! We're the Marines—"

But before they could finish, the slaves who had rushed forward immediately silenced the Marines with a flurry of fists and feet.

"My sincerest apologies! I'm being forced too!"

"Enough talk! Hurry up and send them to meet the Celestial Dragons!"

"I don't want to die here! So you'll just have to die!"

"Vile Marines! Quietly feel death!"

As the slaves frenziedly beat them, they shouted over each other in loud voices.

Thus, though the slaves appeared to act under duress, they actually wore faint smiles as they completely overwhelmed the Marines soldiers.

Watching this rather chaotic scene, Will couldn't help but nod in satisfaction.

After the slaves had all vented their rage, One of them, panting heavily, couldn't help but mutter to himself in awe:

"To witness a Celestial Dragon beaten to death with my own eyes, and even kill a few detestable Marines with my own hands—even if I die, I'll be satisfied..."

Many nearby slaves heard this and nodded in agreement.

And most of them gradually had their eyes grow numb again.

Because they all knew deep down that they didn't possess the same formidable strength as the madman before them.

Once a large number of Marines came to settle accounts later, every slave present would likely be doomed to die.

So killing a few Marines before dying meant they hadn't died in vain.

But upon hearing these words, Will frowned and said sternly:

"What use is your death? I want the Celestial Dragons dead!"

Hearing this, the slaves were all stunned on the spot.

Will paid them no mind, turning his head again to look at the mutilated corpse on the ground, his tone growing somewhat low:

"The world we live in now is far too lenient toward these disgusting creatures."

As soon as he finished speaking, He suddenly thought of something else, so he turned to the slaves and said, "Quick, go find me a rope."

Several slaves, snapping back to reality, immediately turned and ran to the pile of building materials, bringing back several ropes.

Will picked one of suitable length, then strode over to the already dead Celestial Dragon's body.

He first set the small treasure chest aside for a moment.

Then he looped the rope around the Celestial Dragon's exposed neck.

Next, Will flashed in an instant, bringing the corpse to a nearby streetlamp.

After tying the other end of the rope securely to the lamp, Will returned to pick up the small treasure chest, looked up at the Celestial Dragon hanging in midair, and nodded in satisfaction:

"Good. Disgusting creatures like Celestial Dragons should be hung from streetlamps."

The other slaves nearby also looked up at his words.

Watching the mutilated corpse swaying slightly in the wind and snow.

Everyone suddenly felt that Will's words made sense—the Celestial Dragons and streetlamps really were a perfect match.

At that moment, Will believed he had handled everything, so he prepared to turn and leave.

But when he saw the slaves still staring at the streetlamps, his steps paused slightly.

Then he suddenly spoke to the crowd:

"I don't know which of you are truly evil, and how many are innocent."

"But the reason you were sent to this bridge has only one root cause."

"And that is that your strength is too weak."

"On this sea, weakness is the original sin."

"Freedom and truth are forever built only on your own strength!"

With that, Will slowly pulled a bloodstained book from his chest and tossed it directly in front of the slaves:

"And this is something that can raise your strength."

Then he turned and strode away, his voice fading as he went:

"If you don't want to die at the hands of the pursuing Marines, and if you want to stop being weak, pick up that book and train together seriously."

"There are many warships under the bridgehead. Seize them, and they should be enough for all of you to leave here."

"Head for the Grand Line. Staying in the East Blue only leads to death."

"I look forward to the changes you'll make."

As his voice gradually disappeared.

Will's figure also melted into the wind and snow.

The slaves present exchanged glances, seemingly unsure of what to do.

But just then.

A bald man suddenly emerged from the crowd.

It was none other than Bald Shet, who should have been in the Construction Area.

He had quietly slipped out of the Construction Area at some unknown time.

And had naturally blended into the slaves of the Consolidation Area.

So he had not only witnessed Will's terrifying strength and the earth-shattering act of killing a Celestial Dragon.

But he had even personally killed two Marines just moments ago.

And now, a blazing fire had already ignited in Shet's eyes.

Seeing the others still hesitating, he didn't hesitate at all. He walked over, bent down, and picked up the bloodstained book.

Then Shet raised the book high, his expression solemn as he shouted:

"Book in hand! Follow me!"

Another strong slave, already burning with excitement, immediately raised a spear seized from a Marine with one hand and shouted in response:

"Kill the Marines! Seize the warships!"

Shet's eyes lit up at that, and he shouted again: "Let us follow the benefactor's guidance! Together, let's head for the Grand Line!"

"Ooh—!!!"

Hearing these words, all the slaves were stirred up, raising their arms and roaring loudly!

Then they quickly picked up the spears, steel pipes, and wooden planks around them as weapons.

And without looking back, they all surged together toward the bridgehead.