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The white feathered dragon that Wendy had transformed into finally crawled completely through the black passage in the sky. Her massive figure—exceeding one hundred meters from snout to tail—descended over Mary Geoise's holy land with inevitable gravity.
Fear—humanity's most primitive emotion—began spreading through the assembled crowd like infectious disease. Even the high-ranking Celestial Dragons who considered themselves divine found themselves terrified of being trampled to death by the monster.
Their supposed immortality meant nothing before something that could accidentally crush them like insects.
Saint Mjosgard remained enveloped by ethereal blue light, feeling his wounds and physical stamina recovering with miraculous speed. Due to cruel torture endured over the past months—beatings, whippings, deliberate starvation—he'd developed difficulty even speaking coherently.
But now things were finally improving. Broken ribs mended. Lacerations closed. Bruises faded like morning mist beneath the sun.
The man had tears streaming down his face—gratitude and horror mixing together. He spoke toward the sky in a trembling voice barely audible over the crowd's panic:
"Wendy, is that really you? You shouldn't have come here! This is the most dangerous place in the entire world! Please run away—don't worry about saving me!"
He himself was worthless. A failed Celestial Dragon, an outcast among his people, a man whose death would serve useful purpose.
If he could sacrifice his life to resolve the Five Elders' conspiracy—if his execution could advance the careful political situation that Admiral Kisame and the Acting Fleet Admiral had worked so hard to create—Saint Mjosgard would willingly embrace martyrdom.
That delicate alliance between Fish-Man Island and the New Marine must not be destroyed by sinister villains manipulating events.
His death was acceptable. His sister's life was not.
"Brother," the white dragon responded in the gentlest voice imaginable—a stark contrast with her apocalyptic appearance. "I am very strong. I can definitely save you. I can't afford to lose another loved one. Not Mother and you both. I won't accept it."
The juxtaposition between the monster's terrifying physical presence and the childish desperation in her voice left people somewhat stunned.
Could it be that the person robbing this execution ground was an underage girl? Was this some kind of elaborate joke?
The Marine forces had drawn their weapons reflexively, but they'd stopped advancing and simply observed the developing situation with professional wariness.
CP0 and CP9—government agents proficient in Rokushiki (Six Powers) techniques—began attacking the flying creature in the sky under direct orders from the God's Knights.
"Geppo!" (Moon Step)
"Tekkai!" (Iron Body)
The men in white and black suits kept shouting their signature skills while launching themselves skyward through consecutive air-steps. Their enhanced bodies became living projectiles, strikes enhanced with Rokushiki techniques.
But when their most powerful moves landed against the Sky Dragon's feathered hide, the attacks weren't even remotely effective. Not even mild irritation registered.
Some elite agents employed Armament Haki—coating their fists and feet in invisible armor that should penetrate any defense. Yet they still couldn't shake Wendy in the slightest, couldn't force her to retreat even centimeters.
The girl—who possessed absolutely no combat experience initially—was genuinely frightened by this group of people who'd suddenly rushed upward to attack her. She stood there in confused stillness, allowing the Celestial Dragons' lackeys to beat against her scales for extended seconds.
"Leave me alone!" Wendy's voice carried mounting frustration and fear. "I don't want to hurt anyone! Just let me save my brother!"
The dragon flapped her wings impatiently—a purely defensive gesture meant to create space between herself and the attackers.
She'd simply made a subconscious movement trying to ward off the agents. But she hadn't anticipated the consequences of moving a hundred-meter wingspan with supernatural strength.
The storm perpetually surrounding her draconic form instantly generated hundreds of wind blades—each exceeding ten meters in width, sharp as the finest swords, moving at speeds that made them nearly invisible.
The destructive power was absolute. The wind cut through everything in its path with surgical precision, creating a catastrophic spectacle.
A bloody rain began falling from the sky.
Government agents were sliced into pieces mid-flight—bodies sectioned so cleanly they didn't immediately realize they'd died. Torsos separated from legs. Arms detached from shoulders. Heads tumbled away from necks.
The wind blades that missed human targets chopped into buildings instead, leaving impossibly smooth cross-sections through stone and steel. The human body absolutely couldn't withstand such cutting force.
Neither could the Celestial Dragons' supposedly sacred architecture.
In mere moments, all buildings surrounding the execution ground lost their roofs entirely—upper floors simply sliding off and crashing into streets below.
The monster had flapped her wings slightly and killed dozens of powerful government agents without conscious intent. This scene stunned everyone witnessing it.
Even the God's Knights—warriors who'd spent decades perfecting combat techniques—hadn't expected the invading enemy would be so devastatingly powerful.
The Marine forces led by Admiral Kisame Hoshigaki were profoundly fortunate they'd restrained themselves at the first critical moment. They hadn't rushed forward as the first attackers.
Otherwise they would have ended up like the government agents—not even complete bodies remaining. Just meat and bone fragments raining down across Mary Geoise.
Hoshigaki Kisame realized the situation's extreme seriousness. He'd drastically underestimated Saint Mjosgard's sister's strength. If genuine combat erupted, he couldn't protect his subordinates whatsoever.
"Listen to my orders immediately!" His voice cut through the chaos with Admiral authority. "All Marine personnel evacuate Mary Geoise's holy land now! There is no room for you to participate in this battle! Help me inform the Acting Fleet Admiral about the situation developing here!"
After hearing direct orders from their superior officer, the sailors looked at each other with obvious confusion. Were things really that dire?
However, these newer recruits also possessed functional strategic thinking. They recognized that in battles between top-tier combatants, staying would only burden Admiral Kisame. Trying their best not to act impulsively, preserving manpower for future operations—this aligned with the Acting Fleet Admiral's consistent philosophy.
The politicians from various nations who'd remained in the square witnessed the Marine evacuating systematically, leaving only the fish-man Admiral behind. This discovery intensified their panic exponentially.
The Marine had abandoned them! Government agents were demonstrably unreliable—currently being sliced into decorative pieces! Who could they possibly depend on now?
The previous emergency communication had originated from that female Marine on the deserted island, reporting intelligence about Wendy transforming into a white monster. Basic tactical information without comprehensive capability assessment.
But when someone consumed a Devil Fruit for the first time—even an extremely precious Mythical Zoan—there should always be an adaptation period. Learning to control new abilities, discovering limitations, building muscle memory.
When Wendy first appeared in Mary Geoise, she'd immediately demonstrated such powerful destructive capacity. Hoshigaki Kisame had numerous question marks circulating through his tactical analysis.
This wasn't normal Devil Fruit behavior. This suggested either exceptional natural talent or something fundamentally different about the Sky Dragon Fruit itself.
Wendy possessed no subjective feelings about killing so many people for the first time. Her cold animal nature—the dragon's predatory instincts overriding human empathy—made her care only about Saint Mjosgard.
The fellow humans of similar Celestial Dragon origin? They were merely obstacles on the road to rescue. Impediments to be removed.
The Sky Dragon used wind blades a second time with surgical precision, instantly cutting the ropes binding Saint Mjosgard. The hemp fibers parted cleanly, allowing her brother's hands and feet to regain freedom.
Wendy finally descended slowly from her hovering position, strong winds swirling around her massive form as she landed near her imprisoned relative.
"Brother," her voice carried urgent desperation despite its draconic harmonics. "Hold onto the feathers on my back and let me carry you away from here. We can escape together."
The white dragon lowered her enormous head, signaling Saint Mjosgard to climb up from this angle. He should grip the feathers on her neck tightly to avoid being thrown off during high-speed flight.
This was practical experience Wendy had absorbed from her mother Grandine's memories—techniques for carrying passengers safely. The girl didn't mind her brother riding on her back whatsoever.
With tears streaming down his face, Saint Mjosgard simply shook his head with profound helplessness. He opened his mouth to continue persuading his sister to flee—
Two members of the God's Knights who'd been positioned closest to the execution platform launched their attack without any moral principles whatsoever.
They stabbed directly toward the dragon's eyes with sharp weapons in their hands—aiming for the most vulnerable targets with practiced precision.
Wendy—who possessed almost zero combat experience against intelligent opponents—had absolutely no time to defend against this insidious sudden assault. Her fragile eyeballs didn't lower their protective nictitating membranes reflexively.
The sharp weapons coated in Armament Haki penetrated directly through the dragon's corneas and lenses, piercing deep into the vitreous humor.
Both eyes simultaneously.
The sudden catastrophic pain caused the girl to go functionally blind instantly. Wendy had never suffered such serious injury since birth—never experienced deliberate cruelty designed to incapacitate through maximum suffering.
The agony made it impossible to maintain balance or spatial awareness. She began rolling across the ground involuntarily, massive body crushing everything beneath her weight.
Although Saint Mjosgard managed to dodge aside—narrowly avoiding being flattened—other people weren't so fortunate. Some unlucky aristocrats and government personnel became human cushions, their screams cutting off abruptly.
Blood flowers bloomed beneath the white dragon as bodies burst like overripe fruit under impossible pressure.
The God's Knights who'd succeeded in their treacherous sneak attack retracted their weapons smoothly and retreated to safe positions. They couldn't help mocking their wounded opponent with arrogant satisfaction:
"I thought you were supposed to be powerful! You can't even withstand having your eyes poked out? Pathetic creature!"
"This isn't the place for foreign monsters! Mary Geoise's holy land belongs exclusively to the Celestial Dragons! You should have stayed on whatever isolated rock spawned you!"
These two arrogant warriors were already imagining how to carve up the white dragon's body—what trophies they'd claim, what stories they'd tell about slaying a legendary creature.
But Hoshigaki Kisame—who'd been observing the battle from tactical distance—kept frowning with his features never relaxing. He didn't believe things would be resolved so easily.
His combat instincts screamed warnings. Something was wrong with this scenario.
Blue ethereal light appeared within the dragon's ruined eyes, gentle radiance pulsing with restorative energy. The catastrophic injuries—punctured corneas, torn lenses, shredded retinas—were restored in less than one minute.
Cellular regeneration occurred at impossible speeds. Damaged tissues reformed according to genetic blueprints. Vision returned with crystalline clarity.
Wendy—who'd regained her sight completely—looked at the humans who'd deliberately hurt her with eyes that now burned with concentrated fury. Azure flames seemed to dance in those restored pupils.
This time Wendy was genuinely, profoundly angry.
An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth. This was exactly what her mother Grandine had taught her about justice and consequences.
The girl wanted every human present to pay the price for this betrayal. She'd tried being gentle. She'd tried avoiding casualties. She'd offered them chances to leave peacefully.
They'd responded by stabbing her eyes.
Now she would show them what the Sky Dragon could truly accomplish when unleashed without restraint.