The Holy Land of Mary Geoise, Hall of Power in Pangaea Castle.
With a thunderous crash, a redwood table worth a fortune tumbled into the corner.
Wood splinters and expensive black tea spilled across the carpet.
The blond Elder drew back his right leg, veins throbbing on his forehead.
"Leviathan was hauled away, and Vegapunk defected!"
"If Punk Records falls into Eclipse's hands, the World Government's eight-hundred-year technological advantage will become a joke!"
The long-bearded Elder wiped green slime from his robe. His face was dark with fury.
"Thirty years! The government gave him over a trillion Beli in funding!"
"That greedy old bastard turned around and threw in his lot with Kahn and Stark!"
The bald Elder drew his sword half an inch, exposing a blade that gleamed coldly.
"He took more than Punk Records. He took the original templates and control authority for every Seraphim."
"If Stark gets that data, Eclipse's technology will surpass ours."
The curly-haired Elder stubbed out his cigar. His voice was ice-cold.
"We can't leave him alive."
"If we can't use him, we'll wipe him out along with that island."
The long-bearded Elder seized the Den Den Mushi and roared.
"Sengoku! Are you deaf? Carry out the order at once!"
Marine Headquarters, Marineford.
In the Fleet Admiral's Office, Sengoku had barely raised the receiver to his ear when the shouting made his eardrum ache.
The Den Den Mushi perfectly mimicked the blond Elder's contorted, furious face.
Spittle practically sprayed through the receiver.
"The Fleet Admiral's Office has received the order."
Sengoku rubbed his ear, his tone grave.
"Egghead Island is a considerable distance from headquarters."
"I'll assemble two large warships immediately and send Onigumo and Fire Mountain to lead them."
"It'll take at least twelve hours for them to get into position..."
"Bullshit!"
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