Saint Figarland Shamrock, Saint Green
The current commander of the God's Knights, Saint Figarland Shamrock.
From the moment he appeared, he remained expressionless, his dark eyes as still as a deep well, devoid of curiosity, surprise, disdain, or any other emotion. Like a peerless weapon programmed with instructions, he was silent, restrained, and absolutely obedient, standing quietly behind his father without uttering a word or moving an inch, completely abandoning all personal emotions.
Saint Green raised his eyes and slowly scanned the vast forest around him. Looking at this expansive territory belonging to the Giant Tribe and at these colossal sights that shocked ordinary people, a deep, disdainful sneer slowly curled up at the corner of his mouth.
Thoughts churned wildly in his mind, revealing his arrogance and sense of superiority.
The Giant Tribe are born with powerful physiques and overwhelming brute strength, making them one of the most powerful races in the lower realms. Even the Navy and the Four Emperors are unwilling to provoke them easily. However, in his eyes, no matter how powerful the races in the lower realms are, they are ultimately just vassals groveling at the feet of the Holy Land.
This time, he descended upon Elbaf on the secret decree personally issued by Saint Imu, carrying the highest authority of the God's Knights, to recruit the Giant Tribe to submit to the World Government. This was not an equal negotiation at all, but rather the supreme Celestial Dragons bestowing upon the Giant Tribe an excellent opportunity to rise to the top and attach themselves to the glory of the Holy Land.
In his preconceived notion, these crude, barbaric giants, who were ignorant of hierarchy, should be grateful and subservient. As long as he revealed his identity and stated the Holy Land's decree, the entire Elbaf would have no choice but to obediently submit and dare not disobey in the slightest.
In addition to this, another secret mission of this trip is to secretly find the location of the legendary sealed Loki, and seize the opportunity to recruit this ancient powerhouse to the World Government, adding another supreme weapon to the Holy Land.
Such a momentous plan, capable of shaking the entire New World, was nothing more than a simple task that Saint Green could accomplish at will.
The rough, wild wind of the forest, mixed with vegetation, swept over him. Saint Green frowned slightly, his eyes filled with extreme disgust and impatience.
The Holy Land Mary Geoise is pure and serene, Pure Land above the heavens. But this murky and coarse lower realm makes every breath of air unbearable for him; every second he stays here is torture.
He glanced sideways at Shamrock behind him, who remained silent, numb, and emotionless, and spoke slowly, his tone carrying a condescending indifference and impatience:
"Let's go! Let's get this done as soon as possible! I don't want to stay in the lower realm for even a second longer!"
A single line of dialogue perfectly encapsulates the deep-seated arrogance of the Celestial Dragons and their utter contempt for all living beings and things in the lower realms.
Shamrock remained calm and composed, neither responding nor raising his head, only nodding slightly in acknowledgment. His long red hair fluttered in the wind, and his posture remained as upright as a pine tree. He silently followed in the footsteps of the Saint Green, steadily moving towards the depths of the giant forest and the town of giants.
The father and son walked one after the other, stepping over layers of giant fallen leaves, through the shadows of the ancient forest that blocked out the sky.
Unbeknownst to the ancient Elbaf, two top figures from the Holy Land had already quietly entered the country, carrying a dual conspiracy of subjugating races and recruiting ancient powerhouses, and were gradually approaching this isolated Elbaf.
The ancient, wild forest was silent and still, but undercurrents had already begun to stir.
The Celestial Dragons, high and mighty, believed they had received a divine favor and were in complete control, unaware that the Giant Tribe for their bravery, fierce spirit, and belief in freedom and honor, had never been inclined to kneel and submit. A storm of racial conflict was already brewing on the land of Elbaf.
At opposite ends of the ocean, two desperate situations, two undercurrents, surging in sync.
The Sabaody Archipelago represents the ultimate confrontation between the Navy's top combat power and Madara Uchiha. It is a life-or-death game in which the Marine Headquarters is desperately seeking reinforcements and awaiting Garp's arrival. If it collapses, it will be a catastrophe that will lead to the collapse of the order of the sea.
The borders of Elbaf are the site of a secret plot by the Holy Land Celestial Dragons, who have forcefully entered the fray and plotted against the giant race and ancient powerhouses. If they succeed, the World Government's military strength will be raised once again, and the power structure of the entire New World will be completely rewritten.
Amidst the turbulent seas, two major upheavals are brewing simultaneously. Beneath the smokeless confrontation, a colossal storm, powerful enough to overturn the entire ocean, is poised to erupt. A single spark is all it takes to sweep Four Blues and overturn the world.
The waters around the Sabaody Archipelago have completely shed their former extravagance and hustle and bustle.
The giant, colorful bubbles that usually float in the sky are now all frozen in mid-air, their crystal-clear membranes taut and tightly stretched, not even the slightest movement can be seen.
The island's commercial streets, concession areas, and harbors were completely deserted. Civilians and pirates had already been evacuated by the navy, leaving only a desolate and empty town, and an extremely tense military preparedness along the coastline.
The coastal defense line is layered and stretches for thousands of meters.
Densely packed Marine Corps soldiers stood in neat square formations, rifles drawn and cannons loaded, the cold gleam of metal covering the entire mudflat.
Dozens of heavy naval main guns turned their muzzles, their dark barrels pointing directly at the open sea. The chilling smell of gunpowder mingled with the salty smell of the sea, lingering fiercely in the air.
Dozens of medium and large naval warships surrounded the inner side of the harbor, their armor gleaming, and all crew members were on high alert. The entire Sabaody naval fortress was under the highest level of wartime blockade.
The sea breeze was biting, whipping up layers of broken waves that crashed against the beach, but it couldn't dispel the oppressive, suffocating atmosphere of this sea area.
On the stone steps of the highest point on the coast, the two Marine Admiral stood side by side, their auras tense to the extreme.
Sakazuki was surrounded by faint wisps of red lava steam, and the scorching heat continuously baked the surrounding air, making the nearby beach slightly hot and the fine sand charred.
His face was resolute and stern, his brows were tightly furrowed, and there was no sign of relaxation in his eyes, only extreme vigilance and solemnity.
As a practitioner of Absolute Justice, he has fought countless battles throughout his life, faced the pressure of the Four Emperors, and experienced the desperate situation of the Summit War. But today, facing that lone figure standing in the open sea, the sense of crisis in his heart is stronger than ever before.
Kizaru Borsalino shed his usual carefree and lazy demeanor, casually slipping one hand into his navy uniform pocket and wearing sunglasses perched steadily on his nose. While his posture appeared relaxed, his muscles were actually subtly tense, the particle energy of the Light-Speed Fruit lying dormant beneath his skin, ready to be unleashed.
No one knew the terror of that powerful figure on the sea better than him; the scene of the Deserted Island Battle was still his deepest fear.