"It's over... it's all over, it's all over..."
Dekurei's lips trembled, and his voice became shrill and distorted.
" Celestial Dragons... was attacked at my auction house... Saint Charlos... is finished... completely finished..."
His hands groped around on the table, trying to grab something, but he swept a pile of documents onto the floor instead.
" The World Government will kill me... The Five Elders will skin me alive... No, no, no... They'll kill my whole family..."
"Boss!!!"
A shrill female voice interrupted his breakdown.
It was his secretary—a young woman wearing gold-rimmed glasses, equally pale, but much more lucid than Drake.
"Alarm! Sound the alarm! Now!"
Drake seemed to wake from a dream, and slammed his fat hand on a red button on the table.
"Woo--woo--woo--"
The alarm system for the entire auction house was activated simultaneously.
The secretary had already grabbed the Den Den Mushi from the table, her voice urgent:
"This is the Golden City Auction House!"
"Area One! Celestial Dragons Saint Charlos has been attacked!"
"Repeated: The Celestial Dragons have been attacked!"
"Requesting naval support! Requesting naval support!"
Her voice, transmitted via Den Den Mushi, instantly reached every naval communication channel in the Sabaody Archipelago.
After doing all this, the secretary slumped into her chair, her hands still trembling.
Drake seemed to have all his strength drained away; his large body slid off the leather seat and collapsed to the floor, muttering, "It's over... it's all over..."
The secretary looked at him, then glanced at the figure of the black-haired man on the monitor screen, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.
She knew who that person was.
Heavenly Dao Emperor, Roy.
On this vast ocean, one of the few monsters that dares to confront the World Government head-on.
Even if the Celestial Dragons are in his hands, what can the Navy do?
But that's not something she can worry about anymore.
She was just a secretary. She did everything she could.
The rest is up to fate.
Sabaody Marine Base.
The moment the alarm sounded, Garp was sitting in the conference room, crunching on a rice cracker.
On the table in front of him lay a nautical chart of the Sabaody Archipelago, with the locations of various factions marked on it.
Zephyr sat opposite him, resting with his eyes closed.
Akainu leaned against the corner of the wall, lava dripping from between his fingers, burning black holes in the floor.
Aokiji sat by the window, yawning.
The four of them had been sitting like this for several hours.
Garp was forced into this "overseeing" task by Sengoku, and he was extremely unwilling.
Zephyr, carrying the frustration of having his Heavenly Tribute stolen, remained silent like a stone.
Needless to say, Akainu had a gloomy expression from the start of the meeting, as if he could explode at any moment.
Only Aokiji remained as lazy as ever.
"Woo--woo--woo--"
A piercing alarm suddenly blared, shattering the silence in the conference room.
The movements of all four people freeze simultaneously.
Garp stopped chewing the senbei.
Zephyr suddenly opened his eyes.
Akainu raised his head, and the magma beneath his skin churned even more violently.
Aokiji's yawn stopped halfway through.
A woman's urgent voice came through the communicator. "This is the Golden City Auction House! Area One! Celestial Dragons Saint Charlos has been attacked! Repeat, Celestial Dragons has been attacked! Requesting Marine support!"
The meeting room was silent for a full second.
Then--
"Bang!!!"
Garp slammed his hand on the table, and the solid wood table shattered with a crash, sending wood chips flying everywhere.
For the first time, a serious expression appeared on that usually carefree old face.
" Roy... it must be that kid!"
He had no evidence. But he just knew.
Such a lawless act was something that no one in the entire Sabaody Archipelago, except Roy, would dare to do.
Zephyr stood up, his face ashen. "Damn it! Has he gone mad?!"
Akainu, however, curled up a cold smile.
finally.
Finally, there's a reason to take action.
His body had begun to elementalize, and magma spread from his feet.
Aokiji stood up, hands in his pockets, but his usually lazy eyes were now full of seriousness.
" Mr. Garp."
"Know."
Without saying a word, Garp strode towards the door.
" Zephyr, Sakazuki, Kuzan —keep up!"
The four rushed out of the conference room and sped towards Area One.
Garp is the fastest.
He bent his knees slightly, and the ground beneath his feet cracked instantly. He was launched out like a cannonball!
Zephyr followed closely behind, his Black Arm gleaming metallically in the moonlight.
Akainu transformed into a torrent of magma, bursting through the base wall and leaving a blinding red trail in the night sky.
Aokiji leaped into the air, creating an ice path beneath his feet, and glided swiftly between the buildings.
Four Marine Admiral- level combatants were deployed simultaneously.
Target – Area One, Golden City Auction House.
The naval soldiers at the base turned pale as they watched this scene.
They have been stationed here for many years and have never seen four of their top combatants deployed at the same time.
This means --
Something terrible has happened.
This is a matter of utmost importance.
In the warehouse.
The alarm was still blaring shrilly.
Roy withdrew his gaze from the Den Den Mushi, his expression remaining calm.
"Looks like we've been discovered."
His tone was so casual, as if he were saying, "Looks like it's going to rain."
Jinbe, holding Lily, said gravely, " Captain Roy, the Navy must have received the news. We need to retreat immediately."
Elder Nyon nodded, "Let's go to Shakky's bar first; it's safe there for now."
Roy glanced at the slaves who had just come out of their cages.
There were more than a dozen people, some injured, some weak, and some unable to even stand.
It's simply not practical to lead them out through the main entrance like that.
But Roy hadn't planned to go through the main entrance anyway.
He raised his right hand, Telekinesis was unleashed once more.
This time, the Telekinesis didn't spread outwards, but surged upwards.
The warehouse ceiling—that thick reinforced concrete structure—began to groan in pain under the impact of the Telekinesis.
The cracks spread outwards from the center, like a spider web.
"Crack crack crack -- Boom!!!"
The ceiling shattered with a deafening roar!
It didn't explode; it was torn apart from the inside by Telekinesis, turning into countless fragments that flew upwards!
Sunlight streamed down through the breach, illuminating the entire warehouse.
Roy withdrew his hand and looked at the crowd.
"Walk."
The Telekinesis enveloped everyone.
Jinbe, Lily, Elder Nyon Newe, the Kuja warriors, the Hancock Sisters, the Mink Tribe warriors, the Longarm Tribe Craftsmen, the Dwarf Tribe girl...
A dozen people were simultaneously lifted up by an invisible force, rising into the air through the hole in the ceiling.
Outside the warehouse is the central hall of the auction house.
At that moment, the nobles and wealthy merchants who had not yet left the hall were scattering in all directions, frightened by the sound of the alarm.
The woman screamed, the man cursed, tables and chairs were overturned, and drinks were spilled all over the floor.
Then, they witnessed a sight they would never forget.
The floor in the center of the hall suddenly shattered, and more than a dozen figures rose from the ground and hovered in mid-air.
The leader was a black-haired man.
He had his hands in his pockets, his expression calm, as if he were taking a walk in his own backyard.
Behind him were mermaids, Mink Tribe, Kuja female warriors... all the "goods" that should have been locked in cages were now freed.
What's even more suffocating is--
Yamato and Tesoro each carried a Celestial Dragons.
Saint Charlos and his wife Shalria, like two fat pigs waiting to be slaughtered, were held by the scruff of their necks and suspended in mid-air.
Their bubble hoods had long since shattered, their arrogance replaced by fear, and they trembled, unable to utter a single word.
Their youngest son, bound like a dumpling by Pea, hung in mid-air, wailing loudly.
The hall fell silent instantly.
Those nobles who had just been screaming and running for their lives now stood with their mouths agape and their eyes wide, as if someone had grabbed them by the throat.
What did they see?
Celestial Dragons.
Celestial Dragons.
Descendants of the Creator.
They were lifted into the air like trash.