The Holy Land of Mary Geoise.
At this moment, the area was filled with smoke, and the entire Holy Land was shrouded in endless chaos and fear.
The magnificent buildings were teetering in the explosions, and the former majesty and glory turned into ashes flying all over the sky.
In the corridors and on the squares, cries, curses, and pleas for mercy were endless, like a never-ending nightmare lingering in the hearts of countless Celestial Dragons.
"Help! Help! You bastards, go and stop them!"
A Celestial Dragon in a gorgeous robe roared in horror at the guards around him, but the guards' faces were also filled with panic.
Faced with the pirates wielding sharp blades, the guards retreated steadily, unable to hold the line at all.
The sounds of begging for mercy rose and fell, even louder than the roar of battle.
"Villains! Do you know who we are? Presumptuous! Ahhh!"
Another Celestial Dragon tried to intimidate with his past power, but was knocked to the ground by a pirate who rushed up and slashed him with a knife.
Blood spread from the carpet, dyeing the gorgeous embroidery a bright red color.
More Celestial Dragons fled in all directions like frightened birds. They were used to looking down on all living beings from above, but now they were as uneasy as ants, as if they might be swept into the storm of destruction at any time.
Compared to the fear brought by that mysterious man before, the terror of this day was even deeper, like the descent of hell.
The former authority and glory of the Celestial Dragons seemed so fragile at this moment.
They had lost their only protection, and the thick veil of "divinity" had been cruelly torn apart, revealing their terrified true faces.
The ferocious pirates swept through like a hurricane, and every corner and every corridor was filled with ruthless killing intent.
Shiki wielded twin swords, grinning and waving them wide open, the wind blades cutting the walls to pieces; Charlotte Linlin laughed wildly, her loose golden hair like dancing flames, and the large sword in her hand shattered everything that stood in her way.
"Jie hahaha... these so-called 'gods' are really as fragile as paper!"
Shiki's wild laughter resounded throughout the Holy Land, and his blood-stained face looked extremely hideous.
The originally noble status of the Celestial Dragons was now nothing more than prey in the eyes of the pirates. They no longer feared, no longer dodged, and even enjoyed the pleasure of pulling "gods" off the altar.
On the other end of the chaos, on the palace walls of Pangaea Castle, several Celestial Dragons cowered in a corner, trembling so much that they couldn't even make a sound.
They witnessed with their own eyes a companion being beheaded, his absent-minded eyes not yet closed, rolling on the ground with a trace of lingering fear.
Such a scene deeply stung the nerves of every Celestial Dragon, plunging them into deeper panic.
"How could this happen? Why has it become like this..."
Someone muttered to himself, his voice broken by trembling.
However, no one could answer, and no one cared about their struggles and pain at this moment.
The air was filled with the smell of blood, a tragic scene they had never imagined.
At this moment, the lofty Celestial Dragons finally felt the thing they feared most - their power, status, and even their lives were no longer protected by the sacred halo.
Those mortals who once bowed to them had now turned into vengeful ghosts, attacking from all directions, taking them into boundless darkness and despair.
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The Five Elders shuttled through the ruins of the Holy Land of Mary Geoise, their figures as swift as the wind, and wherever they passed, there seemed to be the sound of wind and thunder.
But even though they were infinitely powerful, they seemed to be struggling at this moment.
Every wave of their hands and every punch was accompanied by earth-shattering explosions, and the powerful aura swept across all directions like a giant wave, instantly crushing the approaching enemies.
However, even so, the pirates still surged in like a tide, continuously.
"Damn it!" Ethanbaron V. Nasujuro Saint roared and swung his sword, a huge sword energy cutting through the sky, blasting several pirates who rushed up into pieces.
But before he could catch his breath, more enemies descended from the sky, ship after ship, as if demons were dancing in a chaotic manner.
He looked up and saw that the pirate ships suspended in the sky were actually arranged in a long array, one after another falling from the sky, as if there was no end.
"Where did these lunatics get the courage?"
Jaygarcia Saturn Saint roared in a low voice, the veins on his forehead bulging, and an unprecedented sense of numbness and powerlessness surged in his heart.
They couldn't understand why these pirates dared to invade so rampantly, and even unscrupulously stirred up such turmoil in the "divine territory" of the Holy Land of Mary Geoise.
Those pirate ships falling from the sky seemed to be laughing at their incompetence, satirizing their infinitely inflated "divine" halo.
"Are these guys... crazy?"
Marcus Mars Saint's heart trembled, his eyes flashing with unbelievable light.
They had become accustomed to looking down on all living beings, accustomed to everyone's fear of the World Government.
However, today's pirates had no scruples at all. They were tearing apart everything in the Holy Land like desperate beasts, and a chaos they had never experienced was spreading ruthlessly.
The Five Elders were putting out fires everywhere, and every spell and attack they cast seemed to exhaust all their strength, but the burning battlefield in front of them was endless.
A group of pirates fell, and more followed, with new enemies joining the battle every second.
Every Celestial Dragon's terrified scream and death stung their eardrums, and also gradually disintegrated the fortress of confidence in their hearts.
"They're simply a bunch of lawless lunatics!"
Topman Warcury Saint gritted his teeth, his fists clenched until they cracked.
The anger in his heart almost burned away his reason.
However, looking at the constantly falling pirate ships, and even pirates jumping down from the sky, rushing towards them in the face of bullets and swords, his anger couldn't help but be mixed with a trace of uncontrollable chill.
They were fighting, they were desperately suppressing, but this was not a simple "suppression".
The Five Elders once believed that as long as they showed absolute power, the chaos in the world would be shattered like waves hitting rocks.
But now they clearly felt that this catastrophe was far beyond the past, even beyond the limits of what they could imagine.
Those pirates falling from the sky were like desperate dead souls, without a trace of fear, only crazy fighting spirit and desperate charge.
"Impossible... how dare these pirates..."
The Five Elders' doubts grew deeper and deeper, and this chaos seemed to have a deeper purpose.
And their current "firefighting" was only勉强维系残存的秩序, or even徒劳无功.
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