"Stop! Hurry up and stop!"
"You useless trash, save us already!"
"Are you going to just watch me die?!"
The Celestial Dragons sobbed pitifully, tears and snot streaming down their faces.
The Celestial Dragons who hadn't been captured looked at their compatriots with disdain.
These people were utterly pathetic. They were disgracing them all!
Morris's Father suddenly said:
"Why don't you just die?
Look at yourselves, reduced to such a sorry state in front of commoners.
You're an absolute disgrace to us Celestial Dragons.
What right do you have to call yourselves Celestial Dragons?"
At those words, the Masked Man's eyes suddenly gleamed.
People like him had been trained and brainwashed by the World Government since childhood.
But that brainwashing only made them unable to defy the Celestial Dragons' orders.
It couldn't make them like the Celestial Dragons.
Stupidity, greed, laziness, arrogance, insatiable desires...
Every negative human trait was rolled into one.
It was genuinely hard not to hate creatures like the Celestial Dragons.
People like him were no exception.
The Masked Man had only wanted to carry out his mission quietly.
Instead, he had stumbled upon an unexpected windfall: someone who might be Sea Emperor Poseidon.
Now he even wanted to abandon the Celestial Dragons outright and flee with Princess Shirahoshi.
But he knew he couldn't.
The captured Celestial Dragons made him grit his teeth in fury.
Yet he knew better than anyone that these people couldn't die—at least, not by accident.
But if fellow Celestial Dragons like Saint Morris and the others killed them, there would be no problem at all.
That would count as a war between gods. Mortals like them had no right to interfere.
Besides, Morris's Father had come up with an excellent excuse!
It sounded perfectly reasonable!
The Celestial Dragons could be so wicked