novelhk Chapter 50 A Clash of Arrogance, Descendant of God? Mongrel!
Chapter 50 A Clash of Arrogance, Descendant of God? Mongrel!
"Shamrock, you wait here. I need to go see the Five Elders first."
Shamrock glanced at his father, then at the Command Seals on the back of his hand, and his brow furrowed slightly.
"By the way, are those Heroic Spirits very strong?"
As a descendant of gods, he held so-called heroic spirits in utter contempt:
Galin Sheng, oblivious to his son's thoughts, stood up gracefully and walked towards Pangu City.
Meanwhile, the Five Elders were busy with something else entirely. The shockwaves from the crushing defeat at Loguetown and Napoleon's power had already stirred up a massive wave deep within Pangaea City.
Beneath the Void Throne, the Five Elders were arguing endlessly about the identity of the heroic spirit wielding the giant cannon, the atmosphere heavy and tense.
"A strategic-level bombardment... precisely crippling the fleet... that posture and power... no ordinary heroic spirit!"
"That guy calls himself an archer (Archer). According to the plot analysis, he is very likely an emperor with extraordinary military capabilities."
"The Revolutionary Army... Sabo... they summoned these heroic spirits, and their goal is far more than just saving Straw Hat Luffy! This is a direct challenge to the authority of the World Government!"
"We must find out their real name immediately! Use all available resources..."
"Bang!"
The heavy, ornately carved door was suddenly pushed open, abruptly interrupting the Five Elders' secret meeting.
Captain of the Guard of the Knights of God, Figarand Garin, a man known for his rigidity, loyalty, and strength.
At this moment, he disregarded etiquette and interrupted their conversation.
"My lords, it's an emergency! My son... Shamrock, he..."
Before Karin Sei could finish speaking—
Boom!
A terrifying roar, seemingly coming from the heavens, suddenly erupted from the direction of the Figarand family's luxurious palace!
The entire hall trembled violently, and the gems embedded in the ceiling fell down in a flurry.
"What?! Could it be that Dilt has attacked again?!" The Five Elders suddenly stood up, their faces showing surprise.
Only two people in history have ever accomplished such a horrific attack in the heart of the Holy Land, Mary Geoise... and they feared only one person...
"Dilte!" Garin's expression changed drastically. Without bothering to explain, he turned and dashed away in a blur.
The five elders exchanged a glance, their eyes flashing with cold light, and instantly vanished from their spots, leaving only their chilling commands echoing in the air.
"Highest Alert! The Figueirán Palace area is now under lockdown!"
When Galin and the Five Elders arrived at Figaland Palace at top speed, they found it in complete disarray.
The palace gates, crafted from pure gold and precious stones, were shattered into dust by an invisible giant hand!
Precious artworks and furniture were scattered all over the floor, covered with a thick layer of dust.
The guards lay scattered on the ground, their fates unknown, only their painful groans echoing in the dust.
In the center of the palace’s most magnificent hall, on the pure white throne that originally belonged to the patriarch of the Figaland family and symbolized supreme authority, a figure leaned lazily.
He was almost "lying" on it, his right hand supporting his chin, his eyes holding an expression that was very unfamiliar to Garin Sei.
That's how those in positions of power examine those in positions of power...
He was clad in magnificent golden armor, his golden hair billowing in the wind. His scarlet eyes held a disdainful indifference, as if looking down upon ants.
He surveyed the devastated palace with an air of superiority, as if he were the sole ruler of the world, and the so-called world nobles were nothing more than laughable toys in his eyes.
Not far from the feet of this "King", Figarand Shamrock, the Celestial Dragon who inherited the noblest bloodline, stood there in astonishment.
His magnificent Celestial Dragon attire was covered in dust, and he looked at the figure on the throne with a solemn expression.
Garin gritted his teeth, his face contorted with rage: "Shamrock! Who is this guy? Who allowed him to…?"
Before he could finish speaking, a fierce whooshing sound, carrying an air of luxury and an extreme killing intent, enveloped Garin Saint.
Almost instinctively, Garin turned his head away, and a golden streak of light pierced past his ear.
The golden streak was unstoppable until it pierced through a Celestial Dragon who had come to watch the spectacle, pinning him to the wall.
The entire audience was horrified by this sight.
The voice on the throne remained unchanged: "Then who gave you permission to bark so arrogantly before me?"
The five elders, who held the highest authority in the world, had lost all semblance of dignity at this moment, because they felt that the people opposite them were the natural superiors, and that they were nothing more than a bunch of clowns.
The figure on the golden throne sighed slowly, his gaze piercing Shamrock like the sharpest blade.
A voice filled with endless coldness and mockery resounded throughout the deathly silent hall.
"Miscellaneous cultivator".
"You arrogant and ignorant insect... how dare you disturb my peaceful slumber?"
"Mongrel... Mongrel?!" Shamlock's mind went completely blank!
As descendants of the Creator, they are the supreme divine race.
He had only ever heard praise and awe since childhood! How could he have ever received such... such a blasphemous title?!
Extreme anger instantly overwhelmed his reason. He forgot his fear and roared with all his might like a wounded beast.
"You...you bastard!!! How dare you!! How dare you call the great Saint Figarand Shamlock a scoundrel?! You lowly heroic spirit! You are nothing but a servant to be driven by us! Kneel down! Kneel down now! Or else I will make you—!!!"
Shamlock's roar abruptly ceased, replaced by a chilling cutting sound.
He didn't even see the figure on the throne make any move, he only felt a flash of cold light in those scarlet pupils!
puff!puff!puff!
Three short swords, wreathed in golden lightning and with an ancient design yet exuding a deadly aura, appeared out of thin air as if by teleportation.
The speed was too fast. Shamrock dodged two sword strikes, but the remaining one pierced through Shamrock's arm, severing the hand bearing the Command Seals.
Blood instantly stained the luxurious carpet!
The intense pain turned Shamrock's face deathly pale, but his pride as a Celestial Dragon prevented him from screaming.
The figure atop the golden throne, Archer—Gilgamesh.
He slowly sat up straight, his languid posture vanished, replaced by a cold, furious rage!
He looked down at Shamrock, every word dripping with murderous intent.
"Insects... dare to bark and howl before the king?"
"Who... gave you, you bastard... the right to vent your anger on me?!"
As he uttered his last word, a burst of power erupted, shattering the remaining glass windows in the hall and causing spiderweb-like cracks to appear on the walls!
Even though Garin Sei and the Five Elders were incredibly powerful, they felt their breath catch in their throats under the somewhat familiar, rule-defying pressure of the "King," as if an invisible giant hand had gripped their throats!
"This is the power of this world... Conqueror's Haki... Hahahaha! It would be a surprise if I couldn't use it!"
Gilgamesh slowly raised his right hand, and golden ripples behind him instantly expanded.
Hundreds of knives, swords, spears, axes, and lances of various shapes and sizes emerged from the ripples like soldiers awaiting inspection.
A dense array of cold lights locked onto everyone in the hall—including the Five Elders and Garin!
"Use your blood... to quell my wrath!"
"Gate of Babylon!!"
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
A volley of arrows! Countless golden streaks of light, like a destructive rainstorm.
With piercing screams, they poured down indiscriminately upon the Five Elders, Garin Saint, and the entire hall of Figaland Palace!
The sky above the sacred land was illuminated by countless golden trails of destruction! The tranquility here was once again shattered by a blond-haired figure…