Paramount War XVI

On a sky island dragged over ten kilometers above the battlefield, everything was bustling with activity.

Dozens of researchers in white lab coats operated machines with flashing lights, constantly discussing and making adjustments.

Higher in the sky, more than a dozen modified satellites monitored the area below from every angle. By cracking the signals of the Image Den Den Mushi, they transmitted the footage to the entire world.

Achieving this goal had not been as difficult as expected.

With biotechnology and information technology both far ahead of the rest of the world, the results had been completed in less than a week by several clones, without even requiring Nazarick's chief research director, Alva, to intervene.

Seeing that everything was proceeding according to plan, Demiurge turned to Shalltear and asked, "Are you sure you want to go alone?"

Although the two Cipher Pol agents had been sent flying by Whitebeard's punch, based on the intelligence he had gathered before, they were likely the strongest shields of the Celestial Dragons within Cipher Pol, rumored to be no weaker than Marine Admirals.

He had already experienced Admiral Kizaru's strength. Even disregarding his absurd speed, he was still a Guardian-level powerhouse.

And while Shalltear was the strongest of all the Guardians, Demiurge still felt that facing two opponents alone was somewhat too careless.

This was a broadcast aimed at the entire world, essentially an opportunity to promote Nazarick worldwide.

If they lost, it would not merely be Shalltear who lost face. Nazarick would be humiliated as well.

"Of course. No matter how strong my opponents are, I will win. I will not be like you and that loudmouthed gorilla, allowing our master to be attacked while under your protection."

A bloody gleam flashed through her eyes as her gaze seemed to pierce through the