In the projected images, countless people watched the scene. Seeing the Celestial Dragons kneeling on the ground, a strong sense of absurdity filled their hearts.
Who were they?
They were the high and mighty Celestial Dragons, the Heavenly Gods who resided in the Holy Land Mary Geoise!
As it turned out, such gods could also die, and they could kneel on the ground just like mortals.
No, that wasn't right!
When a god could die like a mortal, and when a god could be so pathetic, were they still gods?
Or perhaps they were never gods to begin with. The claim that the Celestial Dragons were the Descendants of the Creator was merely a lie by the World Government; they were just mortals!
A god would not die!
But a False God could be killed!
This highly impactful scene caused a crack that could not be ignored to appear in the mental shackles the World Government had placed on the minds of people worldwide.
However, this crack was too small—so small that it could hardly affect the rule of the Celestial Dragons.
Thus, Ivan needed more force. He needed to physically shatter these shackles and liberate the thoughts of everyone in the world.
He wanted them to know...
As it turned out, even if a "God" is killed, they die!
"Presumptuous! Lowly commoner, do you know who This Saint is?" At that moment, a Celestial Dragon who had yet to grasp the situation shifted his bloated body and struggled to stand up. "This Saint is a World Noble, a Celestial Dragon! You actually dared to bring This Saint here and make me kneel? Do you want to die?"
Ivan was not surprised by this Celestial Dragon's reaction.
The Celestial Dragons had long been raised by the World Government to be nothing more than breeding pigs and useless wastes who only knew how to enjoy themselves. Even though Fox had previously killed a Celestial Dragon, these creatures—focused only on pleasure—likely wouldn't have cared about Fox's message of recognition.
So, it was normal for this Celestial Dragon to not know what he was about to face.
He was fearless because he was ignorant, unlike the wretched state Saint Shalria was in.
But reckless fearlessness was never something worth praising, especially when one failed to understand the current circumstances.
Ivan glanced at the man and flicked his finger. The rock beneath the Celestial Dragon carried him upward, floating before Ivan.
"It seems this Celestial Dragon is quite healthy; he has the loudest voice. However, his brain doesn't seem to be working well. He still hasn't realized the current situation. Could it be that the intelligence of Celestial Dragons is flawed?"
Ivan spoke with feigned confusion into the Visual Den Den Mushi.
The Celestial Dragon suspended by Ivan, hearing this lowly commoner dare to insult him, pointed at Ivan and roared in fury:
"Scum! Let me go this instant! Someone, tie him up! I want him tortured! Tortured!"
However, no matter how much he screamed, no one around him responded to his call.
The CP Agents had been slaughtered by Robin, and the remaining bystanders, knowing the strength of Ivan and his companion, didn't dare seek death.
After roaring for a while, the Celestial Dragon's pig-like brain finally realized something was wrong. He looked around, trying to figure out where he was.
He saw commoners looking at him with eyes full of excitement and fear; he saw pirates looking at him with mockery. He had never encountered such gazes before, and his heart grew more confused.
Soon, he turned his head and saw the scene beside him. His entire being suddenly fell into a stupor.
He saw Saint Charlos, with whom he had a good relationship, lying stiffly in the Seastone Chamber. Blood leaked from his facial features, and his eyes were wide open in a death stare!
This... Saint Charlos was dead!
Finally, the confusion in his heart erupted, transforming into intense panic.
He began to scream again, but this time, it was a cry of terror.
At that moment, Ivan's smiling face appeared before him. "Did you just say... torture?"
"No, I didn't say that! Let me go! Let me go!"
"Very good, quite spirited. Then let's begin the torture!"
Ivan reached out and grabbed the Celestial Dragon's left arm, tearing it off with a forceful yank.
Holding the severed arm dripping with blood, Ivan placed it in front of the Visual Den Den Mushi. He examined the limb in his hand and asked with some confusion, "Aren't Celestial Dragons gods? Then why is their blood also red?"
Immediately after, Ivan swung his hand like a blade, slicing open the Celestial Dragon's chest to reveal his internal organs. The beating heart within was particularly conspicuous.
He expressed his doubt once more: "So a Celestial Dragon's heart is also red and beats the same way. I thought their hearts were black, cold and hard like stone."
Although Ivan was smiling and expressing curiosity, anyone watching could sense the increasingly icy chill in his eyes.
Sure enough, Ivan turned around and roared at the Celestial Dragon, who was too weak to even make a sound:
"Since your heart beats, how can you be so cold and heartless? How dare you be so cold and heartless?
"By what right do you get to remain high and mighty forever?"
Ivan tossed the heavily injured body of the Celestial Dragon into the air and closed his palm toward it.
A massive amount of yellow sand gathered from all directions, enveloping the Celestial Dragon.
The next moment, Ivan's hand closed completely, and a mist of blood sprayed out from the sand.
Today, the second Celestial Dragon had died!
Next, Ivan faced the last Celestial Dragon, who had already been frightened senseless by the brutal scene before him.
Ivan pulled him roughly in front of the Visual Den Den Mushi, putting his pathetic state on display for the people of the world. With a solemn expression, he spoke to everyone watching the broadcast:
"Look closely! They were never gods, let alone the so-called Descendants of the Creator!
"They are just humans—even uglier and more foolish than ordinary people!
"Such people are given the name of gods simply because of their birth. What qualification do people like this have to sit high above in the heavens?"
Ivan tossed the Celestial Dragon out. Yellow sand wrapped around him, and flesh and blood splattered from within.
Amidst the rain of blood and wreckage, Ivan did not dodge. His body was stained crimson, looking like a Shura from hell executing the evils of the mortal world.
His voice was like a sledgehammer, striking the hearts of everyone, forcefully breaking the chains that imprisoned their thoughts piece by piece:
"Everyone of the sea! No matter what you thought before, no matter what the World Government says, today I tell you: people are not divided into ranks.
"All people are born equal!
"These swine are not gods, and Fish-Men and Merfolk are not slaves. We are merely born in different places with different talents.
"From this day forth, I want everyone on the sea to know that if a person is killed, they die!
"As long as a person can die, they are not a high and mighty deity!
"Furthermore, even if they truly were gods, so what?
"If a God is killed, they die!"
Inside the auction house, the pirates and guests watched Ivan's performance up close.
In other regions of the sea, the pirates and commoners watched Ivan's speech through the broadcast.
And those who were currently suffering, tortured by reality and oppressed by heartless nobles, had caught sight of this scene by chance.
The emotions of every one of them reached a boiling point!
They cheered, they roared, and they identified with those words more than anything else. They believed in those words far more than they believed in the existence of the Great Treasure.
And so, the shackles imposed by the World Government for hundreds of years were undone!
Celestial Dragons were not gods!
If a God is killed, they die!