"To refuse an alliance with the World Governnt in this situation?"
Within the royal palace of Dressrosa, Trebol, one of the highest officers of the Donquixote Family, frowned deeply, countless thoughts flashing through his mind.
"The appearance of this Nether Race… is a little too deliberate…"
Behind his sunglasses, Doflamingo's eyes flickered as he muttered in a low voice.
"Indeed… this Nether Race may have already awakened so ti ago. They were rely waiting for an opportunity…"
Diamante, another highest officer of the Donquixote Family, raised his head and spoke.
"What opportunity?"
Doflamingo and Trebol turned toward him, their gazes burning.
"An opportunity to announce to the current era that tis have changed… and that a new era has arrived!"
eting their intense gazes, Diamante slowly stepped forward and continued,
"If it were only the appearance of one Nether Race general, that might still be explainable."
"But with Nether Race generals appearing one after another, it's obvious the Nether Race has been hiding in the shadows for a long ti!"
"From the very beginning, Ironblood Wushuang was never alone!"
"They may have awakened long ago and were simply waiting for a stage that faced the entire sea."
"A stage to display the power of the Nether Race and proclaim the era of four thousand years ago…"
"Perhaps, outside Impel Down right now… there are still more of them hidden!"
Doflamingo tilted his head slightly and asked in a low voice,
"Is the purpose of all this rely to announce the return of the Nether Race?"
There was no denying it.
Diamante's reasoning was sound.
This was a global broadcast organized by the World Governnt. As long as they caused a commotion at the scene, they would be seen by the entire sea.
The timing of the Nether Race's appearance was far too perfect.
The repeated appearances of Nether Race generals, along with their abnormal behavior, made this possibility even more convincing.
"Perhaps they want the na of the Nether Race to resound across the sea first, seizing the initiative and attracting powerful individuals to join them."
"So they can face… the terror above the heavens."
Diamante's voice gradually lowered, heavy beyond asure.
At the sa ti, within the highest eting room of the World Governnt—
The Five Elders had clearly considered the sa possibility.
Saint Topman Warcury sat in his chair, his hands supporting his chin. His thin, aged face was extrely grave.
His old, low voice slowly rang out.
"Since the Nether Race appeared, Nether Race General Ironblood Wushuang first attacked without warning, assaulting the Marines. After that, Hanfeng Linlin appeared."
"At first, when faced with our World Governnt's request for an alliance, although they did not explicitly agree, their attitude was relatively mild."
"They revealed many secrets about the sea from four thousand years ago."
"However, after this Nether Race General Ghost Forest appeared, they rcilessly trampled on the face of the World Governnt and completely rejected our goodwill."
"Perhaps compared to the Divine Race, they are sowhat inferior… but they are still a powerful race filled with ambition!"
"All of this proves that the Nether Race is far from harmless."
"And now, this series of actions clearly shows that they have designs on Impel Down… or that surrounding sea region."
"There is sothing there that they need!"
Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro raised his head thoughtfully and said in a low voice,
"Anything worthy of the Nether Race's attention must be extraordinary."
"But with Impel Down as the center, that entire sea region is within the Marines' Triangle Current. If there were truly sothing there, shouldn't it have been discovered long ago?"
"After all, when Impel Down was built, our people searched that sea region countless tis, layer by layer, inside and out. Every hidden danger was eliminated!"
Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro stood up from his seat, one hand resting on Shodai Kitetsu. A cold light flickered in his eyes as he said in a deep voice,
"No matter what, the Nether Race has trampled upon the dignity of the World Governnt, and even directly attacked us. We should not continue retreating."
There was no denying it.
The Nether Race was indeed worth lowering the World Governnt's posture to win over.
However, after they had already lowered themselves, the Nether Race still acted so arrogantly, refusing to place the World Governnt in their eyes, and had even attacked directly.
Now that an alliance was no longer possible…
If the World Governnt made no response, the entire sea would likely see them as weak and easily bullied.
"Although only three Nether Race generals have appeared so far, no one knows whether this preditated action hides even more powerful figures in the shadows."
Saint Topman Warcury frowned deeply, speaking with concern.
At this point, he no longer opposed attacking the Nether Race.
Only—
The thought that the other side had co with a purpose made him worry that the three Nether Race generals currently appearing outside Impel Down were not the only Nether Race powerhouses involved.
"At present, Impel Down already has six Admiral-level combatants. With Garp holding the line as well…"
"The Nether Race should also be wary."
"If I rember correctly, CP0 Agents Two and Four are also nearby. Have them head over."
After pondering for a mont, Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro proposed,
"At the sa ti, have Sengoku advance as well!"
"No matter what the Nether Race is plotting this ti, we absolutely cannot allow them to succeed!"
"Sengoku is the Fleet Admiral of Marine Headquarters. With the three Admirals and Garp all absent, wouldn't deploying him leave Marine Headquarters sowhat empty?"
Saint Topman Warcury turned his head, looking toward Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro.
"What matters most now is the Nether Race. We still don't know what they are trying to achieve with all of this."
"Marine Headquarters and Impel Down are not far apart to begin with."
"But when it cos to the Nether Race's clear hostility toward the World Governnt, we absolutely cannot allow them to succeed!"
Saint Marcus Mars's expression was cold, his tone chilling to the extre.
Clearly—
The Nether Race's repeated humiliation of the World Governnt and trampling of its authority had already made him extrely displeased.
Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro and the others exchanged glances, cold light flickering in their eyes.
The World Governnt had ruled the seas for eight hundred years.
It had never been a benevolent power.
Since an alliance was completely impossible, and the other side had already slapped them across the face—
They absolutely could not sit back and do nothing.
—
Impel Down, Level Five—the Freezing Hell.
A dark green blade light tore through the air, leaving devastation wherever it passed. Everything in its path was ripped apart.
Amid the blizzard—
Defying the Heavens walked forward slowly, holding his weapon, Eternal Night.
Every living being he saw, whether jailer or prisoner, was cut down by him.
The special energy displayed on the system panel was rapidly increasing as the number of jailers and prisoners he killed continued to rise.
Walking through the snowstorm, Defying the Heavens suddenly stopped.
Beneath his mask, a faint smile curled across his face.
The weapon in his hand, Eternal Night, slowly rose.
His voice, mixed with the wind and snow, was cold beyond asure.
"Level 5.5… Newkama Land?"
"So I've found you…"
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