Those useless parasites idling their lives away in the Holy Land had probably never imagined that someone would actually dare to attack Mary Geoise so openly.
How wonderful their lives had once been. On ordinary days, they merely stood guard there, and every merchant who came and went had to offer them a tribute. As long as they showed enough respect to those great lords, they could live their entire lives above others.
A corrupt life of comfort had already numbed them. They were so numb that when the merchants disguised by the Revolutionary Army drew their flintlocks and aimed those black muzzles at them, they actually thought they were toys.
Gunshots rang out.
Could there be good people in Mary Geoise?
No.
Absolutely not.
Even among those merchants, anyone qualified to transport goods to the Holy Land of Mary Geoise had fought their way out from among countless others. And even that was not enough. They also had to bribe all kinds of high-ranking officials heavily, using every possible method along the way.
The existence of these people was even more excessive than that of some pirates. The blood on their hands was terrifyingly thick.
The Revolutionary Army launched a frenzied attack.
In truth, they did not have many people this time. Aside from the three hundred or so disguised as merchants, there were fewer than four hundred others. At this moment, those people were underground, led by one of the Revolutionary Army's officers, the giant Morley.
The three hundred-plus soldiers charged into the Holy Land of Mary Geoise from the front, while the rest drove straight into Mary Geoise's heartland.
Countless incendiary bombs flew in every direction.
There were no innocents here.
Revolution required blood.
...
Inside the Holy Land.
At this moment, everything had completely descended into chaos.
Fisher Tiger, relying on his own strength alone, had personally slain his enemy and set a raging inferno ablaze. Countless slaves broke free from their shackles and followed behind him.
Among them, most were slaves from races other than humans: Fish-Men, Longarm Tribe members, Longleg Tribe members, Minks, and even four giant slaves.
The strength gathered by this group could not be underestimated. Even though the guards inside the Holy Land discovered them, how could these pleasure-seeking guards possibly be a match for this group of elite slaves?
Yes, most of these slaves were wounded and had been tortured until they were on the verge of death. But hatred had become the key that unlocked the last of the strength within their bodies.
Pairs of scarlet eyes gave off a terrifying light.
Some escaped pirate captains had gone completely berserk. In front of these guards, pirate captains with bounties of tens of millions, or even over a hundred million, were simply insurmountable mountains.
It was worth mentioning that, thanks to the playful whims of the nobles of the Holy Land, many slaves were Devil Fruit users.
Even if those Zoan-type Devil Fruit users were severely injured, once they used their Devil Fruit abilities, they were still not opponents who could be defeated easily.
The flames burned brighter and brighter.
The lives of the Celestial Dragons, together with the treasures they had hoarded, turned into piles of ash.
Meanwhile, on the other side—
The Revolutionary Army officer Morley had already led the Revolutionary Army soldiers into the inner city. Together with Tiger, they formed opposite points of an attack, killing their way toward the central area from both east and west.
The Revolutionary Army soldiers showed no mercy whatsoever. Gunshots rang out one after another.
The Celestial Dragons hiding inside their mansions finally realized something was wrong.
...
"My lord, please flee! Rebels have broken into the Holy Land!"
A guard rushed in panic into the mansion of a Celestial Dragon, his face full of urgency as he spoke.
The Celestial Dragon before him was no ordinary figure. He was a direct descendant of one of the Five Elders, Saint Saturn. His status was far nobler than that of an ordinary Celestial Dragon.
And this Celestial Dragon's mansion was several times more luxurious than those of other Celestial Dragons. He possessed countless rare slaves, along with more than twenty powerful guards who protected his safety at all times.
"Bullshit! What kind of joke is this? This is the Holy Land of Mary Geoise! Who would dare act presumptuously here?"
The Celestial Dragon raised his hand, which was covered in gemstone rings, and pulled the trigger of the golden pistol in his hand without hesitation.
He looked at the guard collapsing into a pool of blood with a face full of disgust.
A single human life was insignificant in his eyes. What irritated him was that the man's blood had dirtied the carpet on the floor, which was worth one billion Berries .
"My lord! Something is wrong outside!"
The guard captain beside him, who had been arranged by Saint Saturn, lowered his voice and spoke. The flames rising into the sky outside were clearly no ordinary fire. This time, someone had broken into the Holy Land, and it was likely premeditated.
"Please proceed to the safe room, my lord!"
This guard captain was very strong and utterly loyal. The Celestial Dragon was still willing to listen somewhat to his words.
The Celestial Dragon furrowed his brow, his face full of impatience. But seeing that the other party did not look like he was joking, he reluctantly nodded. Then he pulled on the chains in his hands.
Six female slaves with seductive figures and beautiful faces knelt on the ground, following behind him.
Bang!
The door was kicked open.
"You people have quite the nerve!"
Seeing this, the Celestial Dragon flew into a rage.
The reason was simple. The ones who had so rudely charged into his mansion were actually the slaves he had locked inside cages!
This group of slaves had all sorts of strange appearances, and every one of them was covered in wounds. But without exception, the slave collars around their necks had already been removed.
Damn it.
Who was bold enough to do this?
But the question received no answer.
When those slaves looked at him, even this noble "god" felt fear.
"What do you think you're doing? I am your master! You had better consider the consequences of defying me! I guarantee that you will suffer the cruelest torture in the entire world!"
Those words made the aggressive slaves hesitate.
They had suffered torment for far too long. The anger burning inside them had driven them recklessly into the mansion, wanting to tear the Celestial Dragon into pieces.
But the fear carved into their bones forced them to kneel.
One slave's hand went weak, and he let go of the wooden plank he had been holding.
So-called resistance.
So-called freedom.
Long ago, after their dignity had been trampled again and again, and after their bodies and minds had been tortured repeatedly, those things had been buried in filthy mud and become worthless.
"Kneel!"
The Celestial Dragon roared.
A trace of smugness flashed through his eyes.
Sure enough, among the slaves before him, only one or two stubborn ones still stood there numbly. The rest, without exception, chose to kneel.
And right at that moment, a magnetic and rather pleasant female voice rang out from behind the slaves.
"Do not kneel.
"Stand up!"
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