Pangu City Square.
The originally peaceful and warm atmosphere was broken by a sudden voice.
"Oh no! Something big happened!"
The side door of the conference hall was knocked open by a pampered representative. He rolled and crawled into the square, his gorgeous dress dragging traces of embarrassment on the ground.
His face was pale and his voice was trembling, almost breaking.
"The world...World Government wants all Affiliated Nation kings and royal families to move to Holy Land!"
"Our country is going to be taken over by people sent by World Government!"
The words fell and the whole place fell silent.
The smiles on the faces of hundreds of representatives from all over the world in the square instantly froze, and the conversations stopped abruptly.
Dead silence lasted only for a second.
The next moment, the buzz of discussion rang out like thunder.
"What?!"
"Are you kidding! World Government is taking over our country? Who said that?"
"No way! This is definitely a rumor!"
Some people were panicked, some were angry, and many more were at a loss.
In a corner of the crowd, the delegation of the Germa Kingdom looked particularly calm.
Vinsmoke Family's four siblings stand together and create an aura of their own.
"Hmph, that man named Akira has bigger ambitions than his father!" Vinsmoke Family's second son, Niji, crossed his arms and showed undisguised contempt under his blue curly eyebrows, "Want to hold the world's technology and resources in your own hands?"
The eldest son Ichiji has an expressionless face, but his eyes are as sharp as a knife. "A typical conspiracy. If all the kings are imprisoned in Holy Land, their countries will become the fruits picked at will by the navy. The economy, resources, technology... everything will be controlled by him."
"It doesn't matter," the fourth son Yonji cracked his knuckles and made a clicking sound, "Germa doesn't have a fixed country anyway, it will be the same wherever he moves."
The eldest daughter Reiju did not speak. Her pale pink eyes swept across the square and finally landed on the navy soldiers and Holy Land guards responsible for maintaining order.
She saw a strange expression on those people's faces.
It's not gloating or sympathy.
But compassion.
Just as the commotion in the square intensified, a representative from a small country in the South China Sea suddenly pushed aside the crowd. With a sickly ecstasy on his face, he raised his hands and shouted.
"Agree! I applaud with both hands!"
Everyone's eyes were instantly focused on him.
The representative's face turned red, his saliva flew everywhere, and he looked like he was going crazy.
"You idiots! Don't you understand yet? Move into Holy Land! What does this mean?"
"It means we are World Nobles from now on! We are Celestial Dragons! We are gods!"
"In the future, we no longer have to deal with those annoying government affairs, and we no longer have to worry about the life and death of our citizens! Here, we can enjoy everything! We can have whatever we want! Slaves! Wealth! Power! Everything!"
These words, like a Inazuma, opened the fog in many people's hearts.
Yes!
They are not good at managing the country and are exhausted by all kinds of trivial matters all day long.
If you can exchange a short throne for the supreme status of Celestial Dragons, where you can do whatever you want, this deal will be a real profit!
"You're right! I've had enough of those unruly people for a long time!"
"Become Celestial Dragons! I want to, too!"
"Akira Marshal is wise! This is a great decision that truly considers us!"
Suddenly, the wind direction in the square completely changed.
Those representatives of the king, who were already incompetent and only cared about enjoying themselves, seemed to have seen the stairs leading to heaven. Each one of them was so excited that tears filled their eyes, and they began to wildly praise Akira's wise and powerful powers.
They looked forward to the future of living a happy and prosperous life in Holy Land and enslaving all sentient beings. They did not notice at all that the pity in the eyes of the Holy Land guards and naval soldiers around them was even stronger.
Celestial Dragons?
Enjoy all the privileges?
These poor idiots have no idea that the current Holy Land is no longer the paradise they imagined, but a Gilded Cage that has been transformed by an iron fist.
Doflamingo, under the orders of Marshal, still vividly remembers the rectification of Celestial Dragons.
Those so-called gods, hundreds of superior World Nobles, have used their lives to give a new interpretation to the word privilege.
Yes, I experienced a high-altitude bungee jump on the edge of Holy Land that never came back. The screams still seem to be echoing in the sky above Red Line.
Some people die halfway through long-distance running to keep fit, their fat bodies like a puddle of rotten meat.
Not long ago, dozens of disobedient ones were nailed to crosses by Akira Marshal's personal order. They were exposed to the sun for three days and nights in the arena and became dried specimens.
Now Celestial Dragons, apart from still retaining the empty identity of World Nobles, the so-called privileges have long since disappeared.
What awaits these new residents is not a life of luxury and luxury.
Rather, they are densely packed rules and policies newly formulated by World Government and handwritten by Akira Marshal.
Gone are the days when they could live happily ever after while lying down.
A naval lieutenant commander who was in charge of leading the team looked at the group of cheering kings in front of him, celebrating their upcoming captivity, silently lit a cigarette and blew out a smoke ring.
In the smoke, he seemed to have seen what these people would look like in the future.
"Welcome to Holy Land,"
He narrowed his eyes slightly and curved the corners of his mouth, "I hope you can withstand the rectification from Doflamingo!"
"The people in front get out of the way, get out of the way!"
Suddenly, a very unfriendly voice came from an entrance to the square.
Immediately afterwards, with the sound of neat footsteps, a team of Celestial Dragons who were undergoing sports transformation, led by two Donquixote Family members, ran into the square at a constant speed.
Celestial Dragons suddenly poured into Pangu Square, leaving all Affiliated Nation representatives present stunned on the spot.
"What's going on?"
"These people are...Celestial Dragons!"
"It's just that they are not wearing Celestial Dragons clothes, but... they are actually running!"
Among the people who quickly dispersed to both sides, many representatives of Affiliated Nation blurted out subconsciously because they were surprised by what they saw.
"Speed it up!"
"Young Master said, even if one of you fails to reach the finish line in ten minutes, you will all be punished!"
The leading Donquixote Family member raised the whip in his hand and kept urging. "Move it, move it, World Nobless, hahaha~"
Soon, this team that shocked everyone present passed through Pangu Square, like a pile of fat being pushed forward.
"Ah ah, was it Celestial Dragons who ran over just now?"
"Yes, they are all Celestial Dragons. Although some of them are not wearing Celestial Dragons clothes, I saw them when I was Reverie last time!"
"Celestial Dragons, enslaved?"
As this shocking trembling sound came out, the outlook and cognition of everyone present suddenly fell to the ground like broken glass.
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