The God's Knights' New Leader

The New World, on an island, is not a member state of the World Government.

"Since that lord has invited you to join us, then let us see your strength. Our God's Knights doesn't accept just anyone..."

Below, the members of the God's Knights, dressed in noble military uniforms and wielding weapons, were all extremely dissatisfied with this child who had parachuted in and was not even half their age.

"At that age, they probably can't even hold a knife properly, yet they're being placed in our God's Knights. I wonder what their superiors are up to?!"

"Who knows? The fact that they were able to get the Five Elders involved probably means that one of the Celestial Dragons, who is close to them, spent a lot of money to gain prestige and make a name for himself among those good-for-nothings."

"Be careful what you say, Elina Palace. You've been too arrogant lately."

"What, you want to have a match with me? It just so happens that I've disliked you for a long time, Umezato..."

Clap clap clap!

A series of crisp applause echoed, and everyone turned around to look at the young figure with a full head of bright red hair, like a crescent moon.

"Alright, alright, is this how you treat a newcomer? Don't listen to these guys' nonsense. As long as you can get into the top ten in the upcoming hunting competition, we'll officially welcome you."

Meanwhile, on the rooftop not far away, Figalando Greenegu raised an eyebrow and asked the bald man beside him.

"Are you really going to let this brat take charge of the God's Knights? Lord Izanbaron V. Nassjuro, even if he has unlimited potential, isn't it a bit too much to let him lead the God's Knights right now!"

Izanbaron V. Nassjuro lowered his eyelids, his Shodai Kitetsu demonic aura subdued, poised to strike.

"Potential? His power is enough to dominate the God's Knights, and his potential is unparalleled, surpassing everyone else in this world..."

"Look closely, this is his power..."

The overwhelming confidence in his words aroused suspicion in Figalando Grimm, and the members of the God's Knights below also felt a chill run down their spines at those naive and cold words.

"Why?"

"Why? This is precisely the moment for us Celestial Dragons to demonstrate our nobility to those lowly slaves. Don't worry, there are plenty of prey. As long as you're willing to work hard, a top ten position should be within your reach..."

Why waste time?

Instantly, all the members of the God's Knights present froze on the spot and looked at him.

"Wasting time? What a joke! We fought the strongest among those slaves one-on-one, all for this day, to claim the reward that belongs to the God's Knights..."

"You ignorant brat, there's a limit to your arrogance, you..."

A world of blood and darkness suddenly appeared before my eyes, and cold blades instantly covered my entire body.

With a flick of his finger, the previously clamoring members of the God's Knights collapsed to the ground with bloodshot eyes.

"You... you bastard!"

"He still has the energy to shout, his willpower is not bad, at least much stronger than those trash on Mariejois."

At that moment, everyone stared at the exquisitely beautiful, young child, and a chill inexplicably rose in their hearts.

"Wow, that's amazing. You resolved it in an instant without even a trace of killing intent. Is that your ability? You don't seem to be Devil Fruit Ability User."

The Red-Haired Shanks man spoke casually, his sword at his waist seemingly conspicuous, yet he never drew it, nor did he regard the child before him as a threat.

Faced with numerous wary members of the God's Knights who instinctively retreated, and a distant island teeming with people and screams of terror, they were left speechless.

His face was expressionless, yet his body seemed to defy gravity, soaring into the sky.

"What kind of Devil Fruit Ability User is he?"

"No, quite the opposite. He has never eaten Devil Fruit. His power comes from his bloodline, and that's the most terrifying part..."

Faced with Figarando Gringu Saint's incomprehension, Izambaron V. Nassjuro Saint's expression turned solemn, and even a hint of fear was revealed in his eyes.

"When power can be inherited through bloodlines, as long as the corresponding methods are mastered, it can be replicated endlessly..."

"That child is the one who can replace the Ancient Weapon and become the Celestial Dragons ' strongest sword to cut through the era!"

The sky was cloudless, and the being bathed in sunlight remained expressionless. The exquisitely detailed crimson nine- Tomoe gazed down and slowly raised its right hand.

"Super Shinra Tensei!"

The pure white light blended with the sunlight and spilled across the earth.

Countless members of the God's Knights looked up at the sky, a terrifying sense of crisis gripping their hearts.

"This is..."

His pupils contracted as he witnessed the scene before him: waves and islands pushed aside by an invisible force. Although he had expected it, Izambaron V. Nassjuro Sei still instinctively gripped the hilt of his sword.

Beside him, Figalando Greene felt a sense of fear, a feeling that was just like the fear he felt during the battle at God Valley more than thirty years ago, a fear that remained fresh in his memory.

The surrounding area was silent and desolate.

The towering waves moved without wind, like a demonic sword that destroyed planets, utterly annihilating the non-governmental member states below.

The roaring sound continued until the all-consuming pure white light dissipated, at which point the members of the God's Knights looked into the distance.

At this moment, everyone was utterly shocked, because the island that had previously existed in front of them had now been completely reduced to dust and merged into the seawater.

After the figure that had been floating in the sky landed, its cold and ruthless red eyes swept around, and its tone was icy.

"Boring."

He turned and left expressionlessly, ignoring the cries and wails around him; even the mournful wails of the dead could not sway him for a moment.

After the figure disappeared, many people collapsed to the ground, and the listless young man shook his head repeatedly.

"How terrifying! This is our future leader, truly worthy of inheriting the bloodline of the Creator. But why is his hair blue, and his eyes red...?"

"So, what exactly are the characteristics of the Creator?!"

Navy, inside the Eighth Research Institute.

Vegapunk lowered his eyelids, his concept of six clones gradually approaching reality in the drawings.

"Honestly, who sent so Beli? I feel like something's been forgotten. But this concept is truly ingenious—the flames of the sun, endless energy, the world of my dreams..."

"However, this handwriting feels very strange, yet it surprisingly matches the thoughts in my mind. Who wrote it?"

On the cluttered workbench, the Seraphim's concept, the second-generation improvements of the Pacifista, the idea of Mother Flame, and other materials were piled up.

On the other hand, in the basement of Wano Country, among thousands of Culture Vessel, figures solidified from nothingness, making Huayue smile gently.