One Piece: The Legend of Beasts

“Wooooooo! Saint Azrael’s bloodthirsty and violent nature was fully unleashed in this match! In the blink of an eye, his score reached the terrifying number of 9! He’s only one step away from Ancient Saint Green’s 10 points!”

“Ahahahaha! Killing people is so cool! It turns out that only the feeling of taking a life with my own hands can make me feel happy!”

"Help! My whole body feels like it's on fire...!"

"Blood! The blood is leaking out quickly!"

"Tsk! That crazy brat...!"

"Saint Sallynel is not to be outdone! She effortlessly scored 8 points. The entire Eastern Region is almost under her control!"

"I told you to call her Little Sally! And how come she's even shorter than Little Ya?! How can she surpass that moon-headed bastard?"

"What the fuck is wrong with you, kid?! I'm Tony!... Wait! Don't come over here! Ah! It hurts! Don't bite my neck! Ughhhhhhhhhh!"

"Ah! My hands! They've turned into wood! And my feet and stomach too! My body is totally out of control! My consciousness is also...!"

"Whether it's God or the devil, is there anyone who can save us..."

"As expected of the legendary Knights of God! Your scores far surpass those of other contestants! You all should work harder!"

"Asshole! Did you hear me telling you to stop? How can I hit you if you keep running around?!"

"Hahaha! Look! I killed that dirty fur tribe member on the spot! And he was an SR rabbit!"

"Run! Shout! What's the point of cleaning up the shivering garbage?!"

The cheers of the hunters mixed with the screams of the prey. The sounds of gunfire, swords, and falling bodies came one after another, like a symphony symbolizing cruelty and death, echoing one after another throughout the Valley of the Gods, which served as the competition venue. Anyone with a conscience would not be able to bear to describe the situation on the island at this moment.

However, the old man who was watching the meeting hall below through the palace window was like a man of stone. There was no change in expression on his face, and he didn't even blink.

To use an appropriate metaphor to describe his state at this moment, it is like a passerby spectator quietly enjoying a competitive game. No matter what happens on the field, it has little to do with him. He just needs to focus on the final winner.

As for those people who are suffering from misfortune, in his eyes, they are no different from the ants that can be found everywhere.

The ants that are stepped on to death can just be replaced with new ones.

Half-dead ants can barely be used as experimental materials to squeeze out their limited value.

This is the belief held by this cold-blooded old man, and it is also a deeply rooted belief held by all the Five Elders, including him.

How could a ruler who sits at the highest point and always looks at the sky pay attention to the common people crawling on the ground?

"Report to Lord Satan, the person you sent is asking for a meeting outside the door." A man in white suddenly flashed behind him, half-knelt on the ground, and reported softly.

"Let him in." Satan said without turning his head, his voice was as indifferent as ever. It was a very common thing for subordinates to explain the situation to their superiors.

"Yes!"

The man nodded respectfully in response, as if he was afraid of offending this adult of extremely high status. He disappeared on the spot like a ghost without making any sound.

In a moment, the door was slowly pushed open. With a slight "creaky" sound, a figure walked in with strange steps.

The reason why the word "strange" is used is that he walked very, very slowly. When his left foot took a step, his right foot also slowly moved over, and his entire right leg seemed to be completely stiff and numb.

This posture is like a walking corpse that has lost its self-awareness. It seems weak, but it may pounce on others at any time and chew them until not even a bone is left.

As if attracted by that unique step, Saint Satan, the God of Scientific Defense among the Five Elder Stars, turned around and saw a thin man standing upright two meters away from him, not moving at all.

The room was decorated in darkness according to Satan's own preference, so it was impossible to see the man's specific appearance. However, his eyes looked particularly bright in the dark environment, like two bright pearls sleeping deep in the sea.

Sartan clasped his fingers on the top of his cane and said calmly, "Are there any progress in the undercover operation? With your ability, they shouldn't be able to discover it, right?"

The man bowed deeply, lowered his head to keep it parallel to the ground, and then whispered, "Everything went smoothly. I just showed off a few tricks, and those people completely believed me. They even revealed their escape plan in detail."

The man's voice sounded like the noise made by a house cat tearing traces on the floor with its claws, which sounded extremely harsh. But Sartan had long been accustomed to this kind of sound, and nodded without changing his expression: "As an agent, if you can't even do such a small thing, you should also understand the consequences."

"I will naturally not follow the lessons of my predecessors." Although his tone was very humble, there was no fear in his eyes.

Sartan looked up at the ceiling and continued in a superior tone: "If those disobedient insects do something strange again, you know what to do with the rest, right?"

"I have dealt with them all."

"Oh?"

Hearing such news suddenly from him, Satan slightly widened his eyes, a flash of surprise flashed across his expressionless face, and asked word by word, "Including the Bakhaniya tribe?"

"Yes." The man answered briefly.

Satan knew that this man would never lie. Since he said so, there was no need to confirm the matter. After a moment of hesitation, he muttered a few words in dissatisfaction: "At least report to me before killing that guy... You ruined the plan of torturing him half to death and using him as an experimental subject."

The man immediately straightened up, saluted to his superior who seemed a little angry, and said loudly: "Although the Bakani tribe has power comparable to that of the giants, they are also a tribe that committed serious crimes in the past. If they are not eliminated soon, there will be trouble in the future. I personally sent him away after weighing the pros and cons! If my decision goes against your will, please kill me on the spot!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, like a flood breaking through a dam, and finally fell to the ground with a plop, as if waiting for the other party's decision.

Satan stared at him for a long while, sighed with a slight breath, and tapped the floor lightly with his cane twice: "Okay... since you have shown your loyalty, I will forgive this mistake. Of course, it will only happen once." At this point, his eyes suddenly became cold and sharp, staring at the agent like a knife.

"I am deeply grateful for Saint Satan's magnanimity!"

Seeing that he still maintained a servile attitude, Satan slowly turned around and looked back at the window, but his tone was much softer than before: "Go back first, I will notify you if there is an emergency."

"Do not disappoint me, Agent 'Nova'."

"Yes."

As soon as the word was spoken, the man disappeared in a flash as the door was opened.

The old man stared quietly at the situation outside the window, his body as motionless as a rock. Only the complex colors contained in his eyes could reflect his inner turmoil.

After a long moment, he murmured as if talking to himself, "Even if I want to gain their trust, I have to dress too exaggeratedly. Who would wrap their head like that?"

"Forget it, it's not a big deal. What we need to be wary of right now are those guys."

An unprecedented huge storm is about to descend upon them.

In the long and dark corridor, pale green lights flickered at the top from time to time, making the surrounding atmosphere particularly eerie.

This is the only way to the underground vault of the palace. After all the valuables were swept away by the invaders, this passage naturally became an abandoned area.

Under normal circumstances, no one would seek to get close to such a smelly place.

Of course, this is only limited to normal circumstances.

Nova walked slowly in the empty corridor, his fists clenched tightly, feeling very satisfied with the arrangements he had made so far.

The image of CP8, disguised as a slave, rushing towards him in rage after his identity was exposed is still vivid in my mind.

It was a pity that the strength and momentum he displayed did not seem to match, and he was kicked to the ground in the blink of an eye. After he confessed all the information on the island, he turned into debris on the ground under the coverage of green light.

Fortunately, he had blocked the signal within a five-meter radius in advance, and the other party's body disappeared without a trace, so the other agents on patrol did not notice what happened here.

Using the new identity that was banned, the man spent these sixteen long but unworthy days in peace. The only thing he remembered was that he secretly tampered with the Den Den Mushi that the pink-haired girl had modified to ensure that the signal of the Den Den Mushi could be transmitted to the new world unimpeded.

As for lying about the slaves, it was not out of kindness that he wanted Satan to let down his guard, but he wanted to use their plan to further achieve his goal.

——"Emergency"? It sounds like he noticed Mr. Rocks's actions... Hehe, isn't this just right? The more you fight, the easier it will be for me to get closer to that target!

——But after all, I’ve received so much care from them, it seems unreasonable not to do something.

Thinking of this, he raised his right hand and gently touched his cheek. As the bandage turned into fragments and scattered on the ground, a huge oval helmet gradually appeared.

He was a young man, a very handsome boy. If he walked on the street, he would definitely get the favor of girls from time to time.

However, that handsome face now looked terribly pale, as if covered with a layer of icy frost, and his eyes, which were mostly white and less black, seemed to contain endless anger and hatred, which looked even more creepy under the dim light.

—Enjoy the gift I have prepared for you in five minutes, you scumbags who are not afraid of dying a hundred thousand times.

The young man's lips curled up into a cruel and resentful smile, he clenched his fists tighter, his nails dug into the delicate flesh of his palms, trickles of blood oozed out, but he didn't care at all, quickened his pace, and walked quickly towards the end of the passage.

"You thought the game was too boring, so you came to my side?"

Sartan sat casually on the sofa, his hands crossed and resting on his chin, looking at the figure sitting opposite him with interest.

"After watching too much one-sided slaughter, it naturally becomes boring."

A middle-aged man in black armor covered with delicate lines was leaning back on the sofa with his arms folded across his chest. In this dark room, his entire body seemed to blend into the darkness, with only a pair of deep and dark eyes flashing a heart-pounding cold light.

His voice was much colder than his eyes, like the god of death from the depths of hell: "Compared to this, I want to know more, why didn't you tell me the first time you got the information in advance!"

Sartan seemed to have anticipated the man's stern question. He just blinked and explained slowly, "If the news of 'the upcoming pirate attack on God Valley' is made public during the competition, it will not have much impact on your Knights of God. But it will inevitably cause great panic among ordinary Celestial Dragons, making this long-planned competition meaningless."

As he spoke, he took a sip of the hot tea on the table and said, "More importantly, once the pirates realize that we are on guard, the strong ones will take more targeted measures, and the weak ones will run away with their tails between their legs. It will be very troublesome to catch them all in one fell swoop..."

Satan's calm words made the commander-in-chief of the Knights of God look even gloomier.

——Using the Celestial Dragons and the prize as bait to lure them in, is that your plan...?

With this thought flashing through his mind, Hele Edmund did not hesitate for a moment. He glared at him with eyes like sharp arrows and shouted, "Don't do unnecessary things, Jay Golucia!"

"Watch your tone, Lord Helle Edmund!"

Satan responded in the same cold tone, and slammed the cane in his hand heavily on the floor. Suddenly, a small black hole appeared on the granite floor.

——If it weren’t for that adult’s sake, I wouldn’t have to be so polite to you!

The moment the two men confronted each other, the air was filled with tension, as if the air had stopped at this moment.

Finally, Satan picked up his cane and placed it across his knees, breaking the silence first: "I can roughly understand your feelings. If something happens to the Celestial Dragons, the prestige of the World Government will be gone, right?"

In order to stabilize the relationship between the internal factions of the Celestial Dragons, this old man, who had a high status and usually spoke in a condescending manner, finally chose to compromise.

"If that happens, we need to use public opinion to deal with the aftermath."

Hele Edmund restrained the cold light in his eyes, "Besides, even if more of them come, it will not affect the battle situation in the slightest... as long as it is here."

Having said that, the commander touched the eye patch on his left eye intentionally or unintentionally, and a smile appeared on his stern face for the first time in a long time.

"Is that the one used on Pirate Island? Only you could come up with a strategy like that."

Sartan suddenly remembered something, and after a moment's silence he asked, "Are you going to use it against Rocks?"

"Who knows? But I also want to fight him."

Helle Edmund's eyes were like lightning as he spoke word by word, "We need to teach him a good lesson. Only one king is enough to conquer the world!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a dazzling white light suddenly swept in from outside the door, filling every corner of the room, and in the blink of an eye, enveloped the figures of the two.

boom!

A deafening explosion instantly interrupted the hunting of the Celestial Dragons in the square, causing them all to look towards the site of the accident with looks of astonishment on their faces.

The once magnificent palace has turned into ruins, with flames billowing into the sky. Among the ruins, several corpses that have been burned beyond recognition can be seen. The stench of burnt and blood permeates the air, making people feel nauseous.

"Ah? Something supernatural happened?" The girl, who was dissatisfied with being called Saint Sallynel, kept moving the ten fingers of both hands while looking at the situation in front of her with a harmless expression. The ahoge on her forehead suddenly bent inwards and turned into the shape of a question mark.

Azrael's eyes widened. "Hey, hey! Is this true... Where are the Commander and Lord Satan?!"

"A bomb? Who is behind this...?"

Greengu was quick to notice that something was wrong and subconsciously held the hilt of his knife. Just as he was about to step forward to investigate the situation, a sharp and terrified broadcast voice rang in his ears.

"Something bad is happening! Many notorious pirate groups, led by the Rocks Pirates, have appeared in the waters near the Valley of the Gods. They are now engaged in a fierce battle with the brave and skilled navy! The competition is temporarily suspended, and I hope that all players will prioritize their own safety!"