Ye Chen had no reason to stand aside while the Revolutionary Army and the Holy Land fought.
With no other choice, Momonga opened the Sacred Temple's Main Gate. But Celestial Dragons poured in without end, like refugees fleeing a disaster. There were simply too many of them. At first, it wasn't a problem, but the temple soon filled to bursting. Still more Celestial Dragons fought to squeeze inside. Momonga couldn't stop them; every last one acted as though they were above everyone else.
Ye Chen watched from nearby. He stood quietly, but the Celestial Dragons were terrified at the sight of him and shoved desperately toward the temple. Once more than forty thousand people were inside, there was no room left. Even so, those trapped at the entrance refused to give up.
"Do it!"
Rested at last, Ye Chen gave a small wave and began another bloody slaughter of the Celestial Dragons in the street.
"Weapon Transformation—Machine Guns!"
With a sharp cry, Baby 5 turned both hands into machine guns. She walked forward, smoking a cigarette as she fired. The guns rattled without pause, and Celestial Dragons fell in droves.
"Ice Wall!"
Monet used her power to seal off the escape route of the Celestial Dragons trying to flee.
Over ten thousand Celestial Dragons cried for help, but no one answered. They screamed and stumbled about like headless flies. Momonga's eyes nearly burned with fury. He wanted to help, but his duty was to guard the Sacred Temple. If he led his men against Ye Chen's group, who would protect it?
Besides, Momonga had no confidence that his men could defeat pirates as powerful as Ye Chen's crew.
He couldn't win a fight. If he didn't fight, all he could do was watch Ye Chen slaughter Celestial Dragons before his