One Piece: Alucard the Immortal Chapter 198: Celestial Dragons are a Strange Species

No matter how strong a person is, if sothing gets inside their body, it’s difficult for them to maintain their composure and self-control, and this was the case with the old man with the Titan Fruit.

This was definitely not his true form, but he didn’t dare to release his Devil Fruit state. There were at least a thousand people crawling inside his body. He’d had things crawl inside his body before, but never to this extent. Furthermore, very few people were even capable of crawling inside his body.

But this ti, facing the River of Death army, he was truly broken.

At this point, he wasn’t even aware of which direction he was running in, only that he hoped to use this thod to alleviate the intense pain coming from every part of his body. Unknowingly, the Titan had gotten closer and closer to the royal palace of Mariejois.

Even though they had sent out two "legendary" figures, how delicate was the identity of a Celestial Dragon? Let alone Alucard, if even one mosquito that didn’t belong there flew in, they would need to be on high alert and have a comprehensive response plan.

After receiving the confird news of Alucard’s arrival, the Gorosei quickly sent out a ssage for the Celestial Dragons to temporarily leave the areas that were likely to be affected by the battle and move toward the inner parts of the palace.

The areas that were most likely to be affected, according to the layout of Mariejois, included the slave colosseum, the detention areas, and other similar places. In the eyes of the Celestial Dragons, slaves were the lowest form of life, so they should be kept in the outermost areas.

The slave fighting arena, also known as the slave colosseum, was a place where many Celestial Dragons living inside Mariejois loved to gather. Although it was located on the outskirts of the royal palace, it was as magnificent as a banquet hall. There was no sign that this was an arena full of slaughter and corruption.

They would have two or more slaves fight to the death in the middle of the arena, or they would have their ferocious beasts fight the slaves. Besides that, the Celestial Dragons ca up with many new ways to play with slaves. Slave performances, slave detention, and so on.

The most extravagant thing they would do was force slaves to eat a Devil Fruit they had obtained to see what would happen.

At this mont, inside a slave performance hall next to the slave fighting arena, countless Governnt agents in dark blue suits had gathered. They were talking to a father and son sitting in the seats, who were wearing the special clothes of the Celestial Dragons.

"Mjosgard-sei, Galbadia-sei, please evacuate imdiately. A pirate has already entered the Red Line."

These two Celestial Dragons were a father and son who loved collecting rmaids. At this mont, they were sitting in luxurious chairs, watching a rmaid who was already very frail but still performing with all her might on the stage. They completely ignored what the agents were saying.

After a long ti, the father, Saint Galbadia, took a sip of red wine and said with a nasal tone, "How boring. Then hurry up and deal with him. Don’t you know the cri of interrupting a performance for us honored guests?"

"My father! This rmaid seems to be giving up. Should we throw her away?" His son, Saint Mjosgard, with snot dripping from his nose, looked at the dying rmaid on the stage and asked with a sideways glance.

Upon hearing this, Saint Galbadia glanced at the stage and nodded. "Fine, throw her in the trash!"

The next second, the rmaid on the stage could no longer endure such torture and fell heavily to the ground. For her, this was probably a form of liberation.

In another performance hall not far from this father and son’s rmaid slave performance hall, a very similar scene was happening.

Several bodyguards dragged a young woman off the stage. They all had beautiful faces, and judging from their appearance, none of them were even fifteen years old. Below, the only Celestial Dragon in the audience had a look of disappointnt on his face. "These slaves nowadays are too fragile. They die before I even get to enjoy them."

Saint Aptheim, from one of the Celestial Dragon families, preferred young girls to rmaids, unlike his neighbor Saint Mjosgard. He liked girls under fifteen years old, or even under twelve. However, he didn’t just torture these young girls in bed; he also tortured them in many other ways.

"Aptheim-sei, please co with us to evacuate!" The agent here was also constantly trying to persuade this Celestial Dragon, who seed to have a death wish, but the other party completely ignored him, believing that it was impossible for anyone to enter the palace.

Even though the enemy was not far from here. So might say these Celestial Dragons were idiots. And they would be right. They were idiots. Celestial Dragons were a strange species. There were super powerhouses like the ones who had just pushed Alucard into a corner, but there were also scumbags like Saint Aptheim and Saint Mjosgard, whose intelligence was below average but who were surprisingly difficult to kill.

RUMBLE!

At that mont, everyone heard a loud noise. Although the performance hall was on the outskirts of the royal palace, it was a closed-off area, so it was difficult to see outside.

Saint Aptheim frowned upon hearing the loud noise. "What’s going on? Go outside and check."

Several agents quickly walked out of the magnificent performance hall and looked outside. But when they saw what was coming toward them, they were stunned.

The first impression was that it was big, extrely big. A huge body that reached into the clouds was running toward them. Was that a Giant? But why was it covered in strange things?

But no matter what it was, it gave the agents a serious sense of danger. They quickly turned back and shouted to Saint Aptheim inside the performance hall, "My lord! Sothing’s happening! Please escape with us imdiately!"

"What?" At this point, Saint Aptheim finally showed a hint of panic. He quickly walked out and saw the Titan, who was half-eaten by the undead army, rushing toward them at an extrely fast speed.

When he saw the Titan’s unimaginably huge body, and the internal organs that were half-devoured and exposed as a skeleton, Saint Aptheim was so scared he peed his pants. He staggered backward and fell onto the ground.

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