"Please! Hurry up and kill these damned lowlifes!"
Saint Charlos's piglike squeals, filled with pleading and commands, echoed over the battlefield of blood and fire like the lines of the most atrocious play, grating and absurd.
The Rocks Pirates officer holding him wore a cruel smile, like a cat toying with a mouse. He shook the "pig in human form" still writhing and struggling in his hand and taunted Yas in the sky. "Hey! Marine! Your 'master' is calling you! Get your ass down here and kowtow for mercy!"
"Hahahaha!"
The surrounding pirates immediately roared with laughter.
The other Celestial Dragons dragged out of the palace were streaming tears and snot, making spectacles of themselves.
"Help! Garp! You're the Navy Hero! Get over here and do your duty!"
"If we die, the World Government is finished too! All you Navy dogs will die with us!"
They screamed and cursed madly, trying to use their ridiculous "divine bloodline" to command these powerful men whom they regarded as servants.
But all they received in response was even more unrestrained mockery from the pirates and looks of disgust and contempt from the Navy officers and soldiers.
Garp sent a pirate officer flying with a punch. The Celestial Dragons' filthy language made the veins on his forehead bulge with rage, and he roared toward the palace, "Shut up, you scum! If it weren't for protecting the civilians you've enslaved, I wouldn't give a damn whether you lived or died!"
"Oh? So there are slaves here too?"
Roger drove Golden Lion Shiki back with a slash. At Garp's words, a cold glint flashed through his usually sunny eyes.
"Rayleigh! Boys! Change of plans!"
Roger shouted orders to his crew. "Forget the treasure hunt for now! Rescue all the slaves! Kill anyone who gets in your