Saturn knew, of course.
When he saw the Flying Fleet appear, and spotted the figures of Raiver, Golden Lion, Whitebeard, and Linlin, he knew—today's matter could not be resolved peacefully.
The lesson from God Valley three years ago was too profound.
This time, he would not repeat the same mistake.
"You go first," Saturn said gravely. "Leave the most dangerous place to us."
The Cipher Pol Aigis Zero commander gave Saturn a deep look, saluted, and quickly organized the evacuation.
Once the Celestial Dragons had been escorted away, Saturn took a deep breath.
He raised his cane and lightly tapped the ground.
Crack—
The ground fractured, and a dark aura surged from the fissures.
Saturn's body began to swell and transform, his skin turning a deep crimson, his back bulging as eight spider-like spikes pierced through his flesh.
Saturn's true form—the Ushi-oni Form.
But Saturn did not immediately charge out to engage in battle. Instead, he initiated a Summoning Ritual.
A black Magic Circle spread out from him as the center, instantly covering a radius of three hundred meters.
At the center of the array was an inverted pentagram, surrounded by ancient script.
"In the name of Saturn, I summon my companions—"
The Magic Circle blazed with light!
Four massive figures emerged from the radiance.
The first figure was obese like a pig, with boar-like tusks—Saint Warcury of Mercury, Fengxi Form.
The second figure was gaunt and skeletal, resembling the frame of a horse, holding a long blade—Saint Nusjuro of Venus, Horse Bone Form.
The third figure had wings sprouting from its back, like the legendary monster Itsumade, wreathed in flames—Saint Mars of Mars, Itsumade Form.
The fourth figure resembled a giant sandworm, its body composed of flowing sand, constantly writhing—Saint Peter of Jupiter, Sandworm Form.
The Five Elders, all assembled.
Saint Mars of Mars spread his flaming wings and took to the air:
"Raiver, Golden Lion, Whitebeard, Charlotte Linlin… almost all the top combatants of the New World are here.
What do they intend? To create another God Valley?"
Saint Warcury of Mercury let out a pig-like grunt: "No matter what they intend, they must die here today.
The dignity of the Celestial Dragons cannot be trampled upon a second time."
Saint Peter of Jupiter's body slowly writhed: "Has Imu-sama not descended by possession this time?"
Saturn remained silent for a moment before speaking:
"Imu-sama said… she is tired."
There were actually more reasons, but Saturn did not voice them.
Three years ago, Imu had descended upon God Valley by possession because Rocks sought to overthrow the World Government and become the King of the World.
That was a threat to the very foundation of Imu's rule; she had to intervene.
Moreover, Rocks was a remnant of the Davy Family—a blood feud.
As for Raiver, Imu later realized she could not kill him.
That man's Space Fruit abilities were too bizarre; he could slip into other dimensions at will, immune to all attacks.
And Raiver himself, based on three years of observation, seemed to be nothing more than a greedy, lustful man, content to guard his own little territory and indulge in pleasures, with no ambition to overthrow the World Government.
So, as long as Raiver did not attack the Holy Land Mariejois, Imu did not wish to entangle with him further.
As for the lives of these Celestial Dragons…
In Imu's eyes, the so-called Celestial Dragons were merely descendants of the twenty kings from eight hundred years ago.
And she herself was the "Ruler of the World" who had betrayed the covenant of the twenty kings and secretly ascended the Void Throne.
The descendants of these kings were no different from ants in her eyes.
No matter how many died, she did not care.
"Lady Imu has her considerations," Saturn finally said. "But we are the Five Elders. Maintaining the order of the World Government is our duty. Today, these pirates must pay the price."
Venus Nusjuro drew his long blade, its edge gleaming coldly. "Then... let us begin."
Five figures, each in an inhuman form, advanced toward the coast.
Ahead of them, Raiver had already charged deep into the island.
His Space Perception fully expanded, covering the entire island.
He "saw" the Celestial Dragons scattering in panic, the CP agents escorting them to safety, and the God Knights moving to intercept and cover the retreat.
Finally, he sensed five powerful auras descending from the high ground.
"The Five Elders... all mobilized?"
A cold smile tugged at Raiver's lips. "Perfect. Saves me the trouble of hunting them down one by one."
He accelerated, his form transforming into a black streak of light. Any CP agents attempting to block his path were instantly shredded by Space Severance.
The forests of Domon Island burned.
Raiver moved like black lightning, weaving through the blazing trees.
His Space Perception had long locked onto the fleeing Celestial Dragons—those World Nobles with glass helmets and lavish robes, now reduced to wretched figures.
But just as he was about to break out of the forest into the central clearing, a figure blocked his path.
The man wore golden armor, a white cloak draped over his shoulders, and held a slender rapier.
His expression was stern, his gaze sharp as an eagle's.
Saint Garling, Commander of the God Knights.
The crushing defeat at God Valley three years ago was not just a humiliation but a haunting trauma for him.
He had been severed into seven pieces by Rocks, surviving only thanks to his Undying Body.
Since then, he had relived the image of that man in black—Rocks—countless times.
The man who had nearly erased him from existence.
And now, another man in black stood before him.
"The World's Strongest Man?" Garling slowly raised his rapier, pointing the tip at Raiver. "At God Valley three years ago, I never had the chance to fight Rocks at full strength. This time... I will reclaim everything I lost!"
His eyes sharpened abruptly. "I want to experience firsthand the power of the so-called 'God Slayer.' I'm curious—what kind of attack will you unleash?"
Raiver frowned at the obstruction. "Where did this speed bump come from?"
But he did not slow, continuing his relentless charge at the same breakneck speed.
The moment the distance closed to ten meters, Raiver drew his blade.
As the Supreme Grade Sharp Blade "Black Dragon" left its sheath, Supreme Conqueror Haki condensed and enveloped the edge.
Crackle! Crackle! Crackle!
Countless arcs of black and red lightning erupted along the blade.
Raiver didn't even assume a stance.
He simply leaped forward mid-charge, gripping the sword with one hand, and swung down toward Garling below.
As the blade descended, a dark red "Crescent Moon" took shape in the air.
Then, the blood moon fell.
With an unstoppable momentum, it tore through the constraints of space and cleaved down toward Saint Garling's head!
Saint Garling's expression changed.
From disdain, to seriousness, to shock, to—terror.
He sensed the aura of death within that blood-red moon.
"Impossible... this power..."
But the pride of a knight forbade him from retreating.
Gritting his teeth, Saint Garling channeled all the Haki he had cultivated throughout his life into his rapier.
The dark red electric arcs on the blade surged violently. Gripping the sword with both hands, he mustered every ounce of his strength to slash upward!
This was the strongest strike of his entire life!
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