"Watt!"
The sight of Ye Chen suddenly appearing there filled Vice Admiral Momonga with dread. He could disregard his own life, but the Sacred Temple stood behind him. Nothing could happen to it. Not even the slightest mishap.
"Find Fleet Admiral Aokiji at once," Momonga urgently ordered Watt. "Tell him what's happening here and have him send reinforcements immediately."
Watt nodded and raced toward the shore. Ye Chen made no move to stop him. Instead, he strolled toward the panicked Celestial Dragons as though taking a leisurely walk.
The street was packed with at least a thousand Celestial Dragons, and more kept converging from farther away. It was no surprise. Over a hundred thousand Celestial Dragons lived in the Holy Land, and the Revolutionary Army's bombardment had terrified them all. As the casualties mounted, those still alive had fled toward the Sacred Temple without a second thought.
"Let us in, you bastards! Get out of the way! I'm Prince Flecke's cousin!"
A bloated Celestial Dragon gnashed his teeth in fury. When the marines refused to move, he slapped the nearest one across the face several times.
The blows spun the marine around three times and left his cheeks badly swollen. He wanted to fire. He even raised his gun, but gritted his teeth and lowered it again.
"I want to see Prince Flecke. He's inside! You lowly marines dare block my way? You deserve to die."
With that, the Celestial Dragon drew a diamond-studded pistol from his waist and pressed its muzzle against the marine's forehead without hesitation.
Bang!
There was nothing a Celestial Dragon would not dare do. The marine's eyes widened in disbelief, and he fell.
The chaos grew worse. More Celestial Dragons lashed out, gunshots rang out from every direction, and marines kept falling.
Many marines raised