Surprised? Was It Unexpected?

Boom--!

As Spot One took a light step, the world suddenly seemed to sink.

Dark clouds rolled in, and lightning tore through the sky like ripping silk; even the sky seemed to bow down under his oppressive power.

In the next instant, blood and fire will engulf everything--

But someone stepped forward.

"We will not submit."

Long strode forward, blocking everyone's path. His voice wasn't loud, but it drowned out the heartbeats and breaths of everyone present.

With his cloak billowing, he stood like a pillar supporting the heavens, upholding everyone's beliefs.

"We do not believe in the Celestial Dragons' justice, nor do we accept the Uchiha Yoru's order."

"The gods you speak of are built upon humiliation and corpses."

True peace is not maintained by fear.

"It should be based on freedom, justice, and equality!"

His every word struck like thunder in the underground dome, and also in the hearts of everyone.

"If this is God, then we, the Revolutionary Army— "

"Let's be the last group of humans on this earth."

He raised his hand and pointed to the legendary Pluton Battleship behind him:

"Not for victory, but simply to refuse to kneel."

Those few words seemed to ignite a fire throughout the underground.

Number One remained silent for a moment, then smiled softly.

"Not for victory, but for refusing to kneel... I will have this line engraved on your tombstone."

Number Two laughed loudly, his voice like thunder:

"You really do have some of Hashirama's stupidity."

Number Three descended slowly through the air, like a god stepping into the mortal realm. His eyes were icy cold, like blades piercing the dragon's soul.

"But you are not Hashirama."

"You don't have the power, nor the qualification."

"Even more childish than him!"

His voice was deep and chilling, as if the air itself had frozen.

"Night is something you cannot comprehend."

Do you think equality can exist independently of power?

"Madness."

However, the dragon moved forward step by step, its voice not loud, but as firm as thunder:

"The significance of revolution has never been about winning."

"Yes—even when hope is taken away, we can still stand up and say 'no'."

"My name is Monkey D. Dragon."

"I will overthrow the Celestial Dragons!"

"We must also overthrow Uchiha Yoru."

"Even if it means fighting to the last man."

"We will not kneel either."

In an instant, everyone held their breath. Sabo's eyes welled up with tears, and he gritted his teeth. "... Captain."

The three stigmas, however, paid them no heed.

"Overthrow Night?" Number Two scoffed. "You don't even deserve to be called 'defeated'."

"You are not rebels," Number Three said calmly, "You are dust to be trampled by the gods."

Number One extended his palm, his five fingers slightly spread, as if he could crush the entire underground space:

"Your so-called revolution is nothing but the fantasy of the weak."

"And now..."

He suddenly paused, then gave a cold laugh.

"I'll show you how 'hope' is destroyed."

Suddenly, the second stigmata transformed into a blur!

Before a communications soldier who was secretly operating the communicator could even cry out, his head was already flying into the air, and blood splattered on the deck of the Pluton, like a "blood-red token" announcing war.

Number Three appeared like lightning, shattering the spine of the company commander who was trying to escape with a single palm strike.

The dragon suddenly turned around and roared:

"Activate Pluton!!!"

Deep within the Pluton ship, golden array patterns suddenly lit up, and the "Underworld Core," symbolizing ancient civilization, trembled, unleashing an energy pillar that stretched across the heavens and earth!

Sabo shouted urgently, "Captain, no! The calibration isn't finished yet—"

"Start up!!"

Long slammed his palm on the control panel, causing the main cannon to tremble as it completed its energy charge.

Golden light surged forth, piercing through the dome!

At this moment, Pluton finally awakens!

But--

The next second, the energy pillar twisted strangely and changed direction!

Main gun--

Towards the Revolutionary Army's position--

Launched with a roar!!

--boom!!!!!

The light exploded like a black sun, tearing a corner of the underground space into ruins!

Revolutionary Army soldiers were blasted away, their cries of agony echoing through the sky!

Sabo's face suddenly turned deathly pale, and he roared:

"What's going on!?... Pluton's system has been reverse-controlled!?"

He rushed to the control panel, his fingers flying across the keyboard, but he could only watch helplessly as his ship's permissions were completely stripped away, and lines of unfamiliar code continued to tamper with sovereignty commands.

"--Permissions reset in progress, authorized unit: Orochimaru."

A chilling voice slowly emerged from the ship's communication channel.

The voice was cold and lingering, like a snake's tongue piercing the eardrum and drilling into the bone marrow, carrying endless mockery and the manipulator's pleasure:

Hehehehe

"Do you really think we would overlook this ancient weapon?"

A dry and eerie laugh rang out from all the speakers, as if the entire Pluton ship was mocking him.

Surprised? Unexpected?

"Pluton, you were already in my grasp before you even descended upon Wano Country."

"You revere ancient weapons as the spark of freedom, but I simply understood a little earlier than you—the legacy of the gods never belongs to dreamers."

"That's for the manipulators, not the believers."

The channel lights went out one by one, the ship's navigation system became chaotic, communications failed, and electromagnetic frequencies collapsed.

The entire Pluton, like an ancient serpent that had slumbered for millennia, slowly awoke at the whispers of its master—not in response to the call of the Revolutionary Army, but to submit to another dark will.

Sabo gritted his teeth and roared:

"You bastards... you lot--!"

Why are these people so treacherous? Why do they set traps everywhere despite their strength? In the end, all that's left is a heart full of anger, stuck in the throat, turning into roars and despair.

"Hehe"

Orochimaru's tone was laced with extreme amusement and indifference. "Your so-called 'freedom' is nothing but a fig leaf for the ignorant to refuse to think."

"And I—am the terminal of technology and evolution."

"Both of me and Vegapunk mastered the 'Underworld Core' computing engine at the heart of the Pluton ship, cracked the ancient syntax structure, deconstructed the light particle defense mechanism, and reshaped the system's root directory."

"This warship is now our creation. You are merely passengers."

Just then, the three of them, Ban and his companions, hovered high above the dome, looking down on everything as if they were gods scrutinizing the embers of the apocalypse.

Number One slowly narrowed his eyes, his tone indifferent, like a judge declaring:

"... Our final trump card is nothing more than a pawn in our game."

"Even hope no longer belongs to you."

A mocking smile appeared on the lips of the third spotter; his voice was calm yet chilling.

"You seem to believe in miracles and hope."

"But we only believe in the night!"

The second stigmata casually leaned his scorched sword on the ground, his gaze cold and sharp.

"You have not failed because of strength, but because of ignorance."

"How dare you talk about 'revolution' when you can't even tell who your own 'trump card' is?"

"... How tragic."

At that moment, the Pluton ship shuddered violently, the control console automatically restarted, the ship's light source flipped to a cold purple, and energy bay doors sealed off all passages.

A new system notification appeared:

[Overall control of the ship belongs to Orochimaru.]

[External Mode Switch: Annihilation Mode.]

[Target locked: The entire Revolutionary Army.]

Deep within the ship, rows of concealed heavy weapon systems began to rise, hatches opened, and light particle binding arrays slowly rotated, much like eyes waiting to awaken in an ancient temple.

At that moment, Orochimaru's voice reappeared—this time, with an almost childlike joy:

"I look forward to seeing you use your 'faith' to deflect my firepower."

"If Pluton is the legacy of the gods—then I am His new creator."

Meanwhile, within the Pluton ship, all firepower was aimed at the ground—

The fire that was meant to ignite the warships is now turning its fire on those who once held it high.