"Only eighty-three Shandian Guerrilla Force members remain, and only thirty-four soldiers in God's Army. After tonight, who knows how many will be left?"
Enel plucked a small bunch of grapes from the fruit platter beside him and tipped them into his mouth. "Hmm... Let's set a goal. Fifty people."
"By tomorrow, I'll leave only fifty people alive on this island!" Enel slowly rose from his throne as lightning began to crackle around him like thin blue snakes slithering across his body.
The next instant, his entire body transformed into violent lightning, like condensed blue liquid, letting out sizzling pops as he vanished from the spot in the blink of an eye and shot into the sky at extreme speed.
Toward evening, deep within God's Land.
The Going Merry rested securely atop an altar in the middle of a lake, with Skypiea Sharks swimming across its surface.
Towering trees overlapped in layers all around them. From the dark forest, one or two soldiers from God's Army or the Guerrilla Force would occasionally rush out to attack.
Unfortunately, they were all shot down before they could cross the lake. Gradually, no one came to disturb them anymore.
"I never thought you were the previous god."
Beneath a large tree not far from the altar, the group sat in a circle. With a casual wave of her hand, the Mage Undead lit the pile of firewood in the middle with a burst of flames.
Gan Fall explained the continuous war between the Skypieans and the Shandian over the four hundred years since God's Land had arrived in the sky.
"But according to what you said, it was the Skypieans who stole the Shandian's land, wasn't it?"
Nami could not help speaking up. Based on Gan Fall's account and the information they had learned