Just then, a jumble of footsteps came from the docks.
A large force of palace guards surged toward the harbor like a tide.
At least three hundred fully armed soldiers quickly formed ranks, aiming their rifles and cannons at the Celestial Dragon's enormous ship.
A middle-aged man in an ornate royal robe stepped forward from the crowd. His eyes were wide with alarm and fear.
King Sinatu—the ruler of this country—had nearly fallen off his throne when he received the urgent report that a Celestial Dragon had been attacked.
He had practically scrambled to gather every soldier at his disposal, praying that nothing terrible had happened.
"How dare you, pirate! Do you know what crime you've committed?!"
"Tell me—where is Saint Roz?!"
The king demanded sharply.
Luo Tian casually raised his right hand. Under his Gravity Manipulation, the head that had rolled into a corner of the deck slowly rose into the air, traced a parabola, and landed precisely in front of the king.
The head rolled a few times before stopping beside the king's fine leather boots.
Its eyes, wide with terror, stared straight at him.
"Looking for him? Here you go." Luo Tian smiled faintly.
King Sinatu stared at the head on the ground, his mind going blank.
The head of a World Noble, a descendant of the gods, Saint Roz, was lying right beside his feet.
Cold sweat instantly soaked through his royal robe.
"D-damn it!"
He staggered back a step and pointed at Luo Tian, his finger trembling like a dead leaf in the wind.
"How dare you... how dare you kill Saint Roz!!"
It was over.
A Celestial Dragon had died within his country's borders. That fact alone was enough for the World Government to permanently strike the Kingdom of Sinatu from the list of