Ace: What? I Kidnapped a Celestial Dragon?

Since she began learning swordsmanship at a young age, this knife has always been with her and she would never part with it; how could she possibly give it away to a stranger?

Dimon didn't take it seriously and simply continued to unleash even stronger Conqueror's Haki.

The Momousagi didn't hold out for long, until the tipping point was reached.

In that instant, her Armament Haki was defeated in the confrontation, the ground beneath her feet was torn apart, and with Dimon pressing down hard on the blade, a deep crater was created.

Sizzle, sizzle!

With flashes of crimson lightning, Dimon slammed Momousagi into the abyss with his sword, piercing through the Sabaody Archipelago.

Unlike conventional islands, the Sabaody Archipelago has no "roots" and is a floating island.

The terrifying force caused Momousagi to plummet, eventually plunging into the deep sea beneath the island.

"Such a powerful and Haki!"

The surrounding seawater felt icy cold to the touch. Momousagi stared at the entrance to the abyss, and as her body sank rapidly, the light above her head dimmed.

100 meters deep, 500 meters deep, 1000 meters deep...

Slammed into the ocean a thousand meters deep, Momousagi felt the immense water pressure emanating from her.

A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of her mouth, then she suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, the crimson blood quickly spreading in the seawater like a splash of rouge.

Meanwhile, on the surface of the deep sea.

Dimon stood beside the giant pit, silently suppressing his Conqueror's Haki, and the crimson-stained Jijue returned to the color of a sword.

He gazed at the cave entrance that ran through the island, from which he could see the sea below.

Observation Haki to hear the sound coming from the sea, Momousagi's aura suddenly weakened considerably.

"Even Admiral Candidate, at his limit, is only half my strength..."

Dimon thought to himself, "High stats mean I can do whatever I want."

Momousagi doesn't have Conqueror's Haki, but her Armament Haki is highly skilled. It's truly remarkable that she could hold out for a short while against his Conqueror's Coating.

If he were to unleash a full-force attack, he could probably kill his opponent instantly.

Immediately afterward, Dimon realized that the current Three Admirals, including Akainu, were much stronger than Momousagi, possessing the strength of historical Admirals, and probably couldn't defeat them instantly.

"Looks like my Conqueror's Haki isn't strong enough. I need to keep drinking."

As he pondered, Dimon raised an eyebrow.

Bubbles appeared on the surface of the sea below the giant crater, and then a figure suddenly darted out.

Momousagi returned from the deep sea, and upon landing, she knelt down with a thud, coughing repeatedly while covering her mouth.

She was soaking wet, her cloak of justice long gone, and seawater streamed down her dark hair.

"Hateful...!"

Momousagi glared angrily at Dimon not far away. Despite being soaked and disheveled, her hand holding the knife remained as steady as a rock.

Seeing this, Dimon slowly walked towards the other person:

"I am a champion of gender equality. Even if you adopt this submissive stance, you are still a formidable opponent in my eyes."

"Put the knife down. If possible, I don't want to cut off your hand."

Hearing this, Momousagi laughed in exasperation.

I've never seen this guy show any mercy before; that attack just now would have made most people a corpse by now.

She stuck the knife into the ground, using it as a crutch to support herself as she staggered to her feet.

"You're very strong, I admit I'm no match for you. Yesterday you participated in the World Military Draft, were you aiming to become Admiral?"

"Not interested, just going to see what's going on."

Momousagi smiled, and her smile dispelled some of the murderous intent.

"The Konpira is a keepsake left to me by my father... Join the Navy. If you can be promoted to Admiral in this World Military Draft, I can give it to you."

Is this woman a masochist?

Dimon was surprised; just a moment ago he had been looking at an enemy, but now his gaze had turned into one of favor.

I said I'm not interested.

Momousagi hurriedly said, "Someone as strong as you is wasting his talent by only being a bounty hunter."

"Grip your sword firmly, for the next strike will sever your hand."

Dimon once again Conqueror's Haki Coating with Jijue.

Momousagi was utterly exasperated. This guy was completely impervious to reason. What was wrong with being Marine Admiral?

Her eyes hardened, and she gripped the hilt of her knife with both hands, assuming a defensive stance.

"If you want it, take it from my corpse!"

On the other side, GR 66, a naval port.

A World Government warship slowly docked, and bodyguards in black suits immediately lowered planks from the ship, then stood aside, bowing respectfully in greeting:

"Saint Charlos, please disembark."

The man known as Charlos was obese, with snot dripping from his nose, a transparent resin bubble covering his head, and wearing a white Celestial Dragons protective suit trimmed with gold.

"Ugh, they say the Sabaody Archipelago is dangerous right now and we shouldn't leave the Holy Land easily... So annoying."

Saint Charlos spoke in a deep, resonant voice, and stepped off the deck with an air of haughtiness.

At the end of the pier, Mammon and Tokikake were already waiting there.

"Such a weak aura... Is this what Celestial Dragons is like?"

Mammon observed the Celestial Dragons disembarking. Besides the man at the front, there was another man and a woman following behind, making a total of three people.

Tokikake chuckled softly, "Those are descendants of the Creator. Don't underestimate the Celestial Dragons, although most of them are indeed..."

As Admiral Candidate, he knew quite a lot.

Most Celestial Dragons are indeed like that, but among the true elite members, there is not a single weakling!

The bloodline of the 20 Founding Kings is no joke.

Mammon didn't take it seriously; at least the auras of these three Celestial Dragons were similar to, or even weaker than, those of ordinary people.

In other words, it wouldn't be difficult to capture them.

"Let's go greet the Celestial Dragons. Remember, don't look directly at the 'gods'."

Tokikake a kind reminder, Jia Ji stepped forward to greet them.

Chapter 183 Ace: What? I kidnapped Celestial Dragons?

These three good-for-nothings dare to call themselves gods?

Mammon followed behind Tokikake, scoffing at the three Celestial Dragons disembarked.

He wouldn't choose such a weak target even when he was feeding on blood.

"Charlos, we can finally go down to the mortal realm for a visit today! Shall we check out the slave shop first?"

The two Celestial Dragons following Charlos were a man in his early twenties named Shepard Saint Rando.

"Slaves? Come to think of it, I'm already tired of the beauties that Heavenly Tribute sent as tribute. I might as well buy a new slave." Charlos sniffed, looking somewhat dazed.

"There aren't any beautiful women among those slaves offered as tribute. Even if there were, it wouldn't be our turn. We'd have to come down and catch them ourselves to find the ones we like."

Rando verbally agreed, but inwardly he scoffed.

Charlos' full Rosward Rozwald Charlos, and he is a member of the Rosward Family.

This family has fallen into decline; it no longer serves as the patriarch of the Five Elders, nor as a knight of the Holy Knights.

Including its many branch families, the number of members is not large, and it belongs to the lower-ranking Celestial Dragons.

Charlos himself was utterly useless, spending his days eating, drinking, having fun, and toying with his slaves.

But he, Saint Rando, was different!

Their family not only has Shepard Saint Shepherd Ju Peter, the current patriarch of the Five Elders, but also an elder brother, Shepard Saint Mars, who joined the Holy Knights.

Among the numerous Celestial Dragons families, the Shepherd Family belongs to the top five clans.

Rando's amiable attitude towards Charlos, without showing any disdain, was simply a matter of personal refinement.

"You two can do whatever you want. I only came down here because I heard there's a rare jewel called 'Tear of the Ocean' up for auction soon."

The only woman among the three spoke softly.

Her appearance was above average among women, a pretty girl, and she wore sparkling, expensive jewelry on her neck, earlobes, and forehead.

Her name is Thatchers Phoebe, a younger member of the Saturn Family.

Charlos looked ingratiating.

"Phoebe, I'll go with you. Humph, those people are such scoundrels, having such jewels and not even offering them up willingly."

Phoebe was indifferent, but she also looked down on the Rosward family's worthlessness.

Their family has active-duty knights from a divine order, placing them on a completely different level from the Rosward family. How dare this good-for-nothing try to pursue her?

That's disgusting.

"The place I'm going to doesn't welcome men."

After making up a random excuse to refuse, Phoebe looked at Rando and her expression changed from cold to smiling slightly, "Brother Rando, can you come with me?"

"Didn't you say you don't welcome men?" Charlos was taken aback.

"Sorry, I misspoke. I meant that they don't welcome overly ugly men, not that you're unattractive, Charlos. It's just that beauty and ugliness are subjective feelings, and that place just doesn't welcome your type."

It's really hard to believe you could say something like that... Rando was speechless, and even more speechless was that Charlos actually believed it.

After dealing with Charlos, Lady Phoebe looked expectantly at Rando.

"Sorry, Phoebe, I have to go with Charlos to the slave shop."

Rando decisively refused; he had no interest in wasting time on women. One of his greatest hobbies was collecting powerful slaves.

As they were talking, Tokikake and Mammon arrived in front of the three of them.

Mammon overheard the entire conversation between the three and was intrigued by the complex relationships among the Celestial Dragons.

Even among the Celestial Dragons, who are high and mighty, there are still different classes among people.

The lowest in rank was Charlos, followed by Phoebe, and the most noble was the easygoing Rando.

Leaving aside the other two, this Rando must be arrested.

Thinking to himself, Mammon took the initiative to greet him:

"Saint Charlos, Saint Rando, Lady Phoebe, I am Vice Admiral Mammon, Admiral Candidate, from the Marine Headquarters Vice Admiral. I am in charge of your safety during this journey to the mortal realm."

"I am Tokikake. It seems you're planning to split up," Tokikake a smile, bowing his head without looking directly at the three Celestial Dragons. "Then I'll take care of protecting you, Lady Phoebe."

"No!"

Phoebe is obsessed with looks, Tokikake this old man looked so lewd that just standing next to her made her feel disgusted.

She pointed at Mammon, "You protect me."

As a vampire in human form, Mammon's charisma is undeniable.

Mammon frowned imperceptibly; he preferred to "protect" Rando, as that was the primary objective.

Charlos said irritably, "Humans, why don't you kneel?"

When Celestial Dragons descend to the mortal realm, ordinary people are not allowed to look them in the eye, nor can they even stand; they must kneel and pay their respects.

Rando was increasingly speechless. Admiral Candidate a pillar of the navy, and it was somewhat inappropriate to make such a powerful figure kneel before him.

Phoebe waved her hand dismissively. "Ignore him. Come with me, Mammon."

"... yes."