Slaves, a fighting arena, people with severed limbs, reduced to beasts chained…
Only unimaginable darkness.
There was no scene that didn't casually trample on rules.
Even though Ignis Glow had witnessed all kinds of cruel pirates in the North Blue, none of their cruelty matched half of what was here!
Ignis Glow looked at the fat, short figure, unconscious with a bubble helmet nearby.
The cold indifference in his eyes deepened.
Besides revenge against the World Government, as the main culprit behind the slave trade in this world, the Celestial Dragons now had another reason to be buried along with the World Government!
Looking up, he saw the albatross had landed on the ship's side, twenty meters away, diligently taking pictures, while maintaining a safe distance from Ignis Glow.
Seeing this, Ignis Glow looked back at the unconscious Celestial Dragon, picking up a small knife used to torture slaves from the ground.
Without a word, he held it between two fingers and threw it.
Whoosh!
Psh.
"Aaah!"
The piercing pain of the flesh being pierced spread through his body, the figure lying unconscious on the second deck suddenly awoke, screaming.
"Pain… pain! It hurts so much! Dam-damn it!"
"What the hell happened?! I, a Saint, will kill those scum! Then I'll turn their families into slaves! And torture them all to death!"
Veins bulged on his forehead, bloodshot eyes, he roared without thinking.
Facing this scene,
the indifference in Ignis Glow's eyes remained unchanged.
He picked up another long sword from the ground.
He 'woke' the other man up.
Ignis Glow simply didn't want the other man to die without understanding.
It would be too easy.
That's all.
Most noteworthy, the albatross nearby, must be a very dedicated photographer.
From every angle, to the overall view of the warship transporting the Heavenly Tribute, there were virtually no omissions.
No wonder, with a single Devil Fruit, the World Economic News could firmly hold its position as a news giant.
"Wh-who are you?! No-no, where's that useless Lotte?! Without my permission! How did you, a scum, get up here?!"
At this time, noticing that none of his guards had rushed up, Rosward reacted, roaring at Ignis Glow.
His innate status and ingrained habits, prevented him from taking the 'old man' seriously.
After all, even the Admirals, considered the Navy's top fighting force, were merely good dogs protecting their master in his eyes.
Let alone an old man?
However, Ignis Glow didn't say a word.
He didn't intend to waste words.
Instead, with a raised hand, a flash of light appeared.
Then, from Rosward's perspective, he suddenly felt a warm sensation on his neck.
Rosward instinctively touched it.
Warm… crimson…
In winter, it would have steamed.
This was… blood?
Wait…
This was…?
His own blood?!
Rosward's eyes widened.
He didn't react immediately.
As a 'creator' of this world, a World Noble, a Celestial Dragon, from childhood, he had never seen his own blood.
Or rather, any careless slaves who had accidentally hurt him had been executed, and the remaining slaves naturally became extremely cautious.
But today… a World Noble, a Celestial Dragon, a descendant of this world's 'creator', someone dared to attack him…?
Feeling the rapid loss of blood, the increasingly clear sensation of life fading, his mind briefly cleared.
A great fear, the first he had ever felt, appeared in Rosward's eyes.
Looking at the only person who could possibly help him, the 'old man',
he screamed in terror: "Yo-you! What do you want?! I, a Saint, can give you anything! Quickly! Quickly stop the bleeding!"
"Slaves, wealth, status, anything! I can promise you anything!"
Life force rapidly draining, crimson blood flowing quickly.
Rosward's threats gradually turned into pleas.
Standing there, Ignis Glow watched silently, his eyes only filled with cold indifference.
Rosward froze.
As a Celestial Dragon, born with supreme privilege, he had seen countless sycophants fawning over him.
Every time he casually bestowed a trivial gift, they would immediately become his dogs, serving him diligently.
This trip to the North Blue, was no exception.
And this wasn't the Grand Line.
The Navy's strength and his escort fleet were enough to intimidate the North Blue.
But this time… why was the other party unmoved?
Status… Wealth… Slaves… Shouldn't these be the things most desired by the commoners outside the Holy Land?
Also, didn't this scum know how foolish it was to attack a World Noble?
Filled with resentment, despair, and anger, Rosward gradually became a corpse, falling to the ground.
Ignis Glow witnessed this scene.
Yes,
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