One Piece: Starting By Playing Gilgamesh Template. Chapter 96 96: Except for the Divine Race, All Were Wiped Ou

These three were the first followers he had summoned after the system upgrade.

Added to that were the emotions that originally belonged to Defying the Heavens. To him, these Nether Race generals who had always followed him were no different from family.

Seeing them in such a miserable state, how could he not be furious?

Crossing both hands, he slamd Eternal Night heavily into the void. Waves of force rippled outward as the space below was torn apart by the blade.

Hideous cracks spread beneath Defying the Heavens' feet, stretching across the sky for thousands of ters.

Strands of dark energy continuously radiated from his body.

Without any wind, the scorpion-tail-like braid behind him and the black cloak on his back danced wildly under the surging energy, adding even more majesty to his presence.

"Buzz—buzz—buzz…"

A savage light flashed in his eyes. His sharp gaze swept over Garp and the others one by one as Defying the Heavens spoke coldly.

"So it was you… who injured this marshal's subordinates?"

"Do you know… the Nether Race does not tolerate offense?"

"Four thousand years ago, every race that dared offend the Nether Race—aside from the Divine Race—was wiped out completely!"

Wherever his gaze passed, an indescribably terrifying pressure descended, pressing down on the hearts of Garp and the others like a massive boulder.

Horror.

Garp and the others felt cold sweat break out across their bodies, their hearts trembling violently.

This Grand Marshal of the Nether Race truly deserved to be called one of the top powerhouses among the races that had resisted the Divine Race four thousand years ago.

With his strength alone, rely by relying on his aura, he could suppress them to this extent.

This terrifying pressure surpassed that of any powerhouse they had ever seen.

"This Grand Marshal of the Nether Race… his current strength has already surpassed the Four Emperors!"

Staring at the figure at the center of the storm, Garp and the others cried out inwardly.

They were certain.

Even if this Grand Marshal of the Nether Race had not recovered his peak strength, he had still surpassed the current limit of the sea.

At that thought, the faces of Garp, CP0 Agent Seven, and the others darkened.

This battle might not be nearly as optimistic as they had imagined.

The strength of the Nether Race Grand Marshal was far too terrifying.

It was already enough to overturn what had seed to be a settled battle.

Defeat the Nether Race?

With the appearance of the Nether Race Grand Marshal, that possibility had nearly turned into a fantasy.

"Grr…"

Magellan clenched his teeth tightly, his large pupils staring at Defying the Heavens with fierce coldness.

It was this man.

The ruin inside Impel Down was because of this man.

Even the final massive disturbance from Impel Down was related to him.

The prison he had guarded for decades had always been flawless, aside from the incident with the Golden Lion.

But this ti, not only had soone invaded it, they had completely destroyed several levels of the prison and walked out openly.

Hatred.

Towering hatred nearly drove Magellan berserk.

If not for Defying the Heavens' terrifying aura constantly reminding him of how dangerous this man was, he might have already ignored the World Governnt's orders and charged forward to tear him apart.

Inside the highest eting room of the World Governnt, Defying the Heavens' cold, arrogant voice echoed clearly from the screen, lingering for a long ti.

As Hirano Masato and the other Five Elders listened to his questioning, indescribable rage surged in their hearts.

With a sharp sound, Sonobe Keiichi stood up and slamd his palm heavily onto the desk.

The desk made of precious wood instantly exploded into fragnts under his furious strike, sending splinters flying everywhere.

Thick dust spread outward, enveloping the entire eting room.

From within the dense smoke, his cold voice, filled with boundless anger, slowly rang out.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

"This bastard! He is clearly from the Nether Race. They appeared without warning and attacked the Marines directly, then this man infiltrated Impel Down with malicious intent!"

"They were the ones who provoked us first… and now the Nether Race dares act as if no one else matters!"

Standing amid the dust, Sonobe Keiichi's face was faintly flushed, his pupils blazing with anger.

This ti, the World Governnt had already given the Nether Race more than enough face.

When Nether Race General Ironblood Wushuang appeared, he attacked the Marines without a word, and afterward, he continued clashing with Akainu and the others. Even under those circumstances, the World Governnt had not chosen to eliminate the three of them.

Instead, they tried to form an alliance with the Nether Race, lowering themselves and speaking politely.

And the result?

The Nether Race gave them no face whatsoever. They attacked whenever they pleased, directly trampling the dignity of the World Governnt into the ground.

Their strongest figure, the Grand Marshal of the Nether Race, had even silently infiltrated Impel Down!

Regardless of his purpose, everything the Grand Marshal had done was a direct trampling of the World Governnt's authority.

It could be said that from the mont Ironblood Wushuang appeared, the World Governnt had given the Nether Race sufficient respect.

But the Nether Race had shown no gratitude at all.

Under such circumstances, what right did the Grand Marshal of the Nether Race, the man who had just invaded Impel Down and done unknown things inside, have to question the World Governnt?

Four thousand years ago, every race that dared show disrespect to the Nether Race, except for the Divine Race, had been wiped out.

Were the Grand Marshal's words a threat?

Was he saying that the Nether Race stood high above them, and no matter how much they humiliated and trampled others, those below were not allowed to fight back or even speak?

Otherwise, it would be disrespect toward the Nether Race.

Otherwise, they would be exterminated by the Nether Race.

Such overbearing arrogance.

Such a domineering tone.

The Nether Race clearly did not place the World Governnt in its eyes at all.

"Have Agent Seven and the others attack imdiately! Have Agent Two, Agent Four, Sengoku, and every nearby force rush there at full speed!"

"I want these arrogant Nether Race scum to understand that the World Governnt is not sothing they can knead as they please!"

Consud by fury, Sonobe Keiichi roared repeatedly.

"Wait, Sonobe…"

Hirano Masato waved his hand and stood up with an uncertain expression, shaking his head.

"Sonobe, don't be impulsive… This Grand Marshal of the Nether Race is comparable to the Ancient King, Gilgash."

"Even if he may not be at his peak right now, he cannot be underestimated!"

Since Defying the Heavens appeared, he had directly questioned Garp and the others, questioned the World Governnt, and his words were filled with threat.

As one of the supre authorities of the World Governnt, Hirano Masato was naturally extrely displeased as well.

But Defying the Heavens' strength was simply too terrifying.

Because he existed on the sa level as the Ancient King, Gilgash!

The rest of the sea only had a vague idea of Gilgash's strength, but they knew it very clearly.

Back then, Gilgash had easily defeated Akainu, Aokiji, and Kizaru. From the three Admirals' reports, the enemy had not even been serious.

He had rely used a single ultimate technique in a mocking manner.

That alone was enough to prove that Gilgash's strength surpassed the Four Emperors by far more than a little.

And since Defying the Heavens was an existence of the sa level as Gilgash, how could he be any different?

The combat strength of the three Nether Race generals had originally been almost completely exhausted, yet they had strangely risen by such a large margin.

Now, with the unfathomable Grand Marshal of the Nether Race present as well—

With Garp and the others' current strength, there was no guarantee they could keep the Nether Race there.

Even if they had ten thousand flas of anger in their hearts, they could not let it erupt.

Otherwise, if the Nether Race escaped and recovered so of its strength, the World Governnt would be in trendous trouble.

"Are we supposed to just watch these Nether Race people flaunt their power? Are we supposed to lower ourselves and let them leave safely?"

Ogata Kenichi clenched his fists, speaking in an extrely unwilling voice.

"If we are humiliated to this extent and remain unmoved—worse, if we lower ourselves to appease them—what will the World Governnt use to rule the sea?"

"No."

"In the face of true benefits, face and dignity are completely insignificant."

Masutani Yasunori raised his head slightly, his eyes lowered as he spoke.

"As long as the Nether Race stands on the sa front as us, we can pacify the sea as quickly as possible and welco the arrival of the new era in the most perfect state."

"Compared to such enormous benefits, what does it matter if we are stepped on a few tis?"

"But with the Nether Race's temperant, it is impossible for them to stand with us!" Ogata Kenichi retorted.

"How would we know unless we try?" Masutani Yasunori looked up.

"If we are rejected again under these circumstances, do you know how much damage it will do to the World Governnt's prestige?" Ogata Kenichi asked in return.

"Then do you know how much we will gain if the Nether Race stands with us?" Masutani Yasunori argued.

"Enough!"

Hirano Masato waved his hand and spoke to the two of them.

"Now is not the ti to argue!"

"The most important issue right now is what attitude we should use to respond to the Grand Marshal of the Nether Race's questioning."

"This may even determine the World Governnt's direction from here on."

Masutani Yasunori and Ogata Kenichi both fell silent and lowered their heads, though their aged, clouded eyes continued to flicker.

"In that case… why not have Agent Seven properly communicate with the Grand Marshal first?"

"The reason the Nether Race refused our alliance before was largely because they had their own objective. Ironblood Wushuang and the others were rely there to attract attention and had no real authority to make decisions."

"But now it is different. Since the Grand Marshal of the Nether Race has appeared openly, that ans their objective has already been completed."

"Since the objective has been achieved, they no longer need to stall or attract attention. More importantly, the Grand Marshal holds absolute authority and is fully qualified to negotiate with us."

"Under these circumstances, as long as the benefits are sufficient, I believe the Grand Marshal of the Nether Race may not refuse."

Noda Keiichi slowly stood up. His aged eyes passed through the dust and looked at the other four elders as he spoke in a low voice filled with killing intent.

"Furthermore…"

"Agent Two, Agent Four, Sengoku, and all nearby forces are already gathering toward Impel Down."

"Trying to win over the Nether Race now can also buy ti for Sengoku and the others to arrive."

"When the ti cos, even if negotiations collapse, we will have a greater chance of dealing a heavy blow to the Nether Race!"

"Noda is right."

Hirano Masato nodded and looked toward Ogata Kenichi and Masutani Yasunori.

"This way, we can try to gain the Nether Race's friendship while also buying ti to cause greater damage to them."

"Then do as Noda said." Masutani Yasunori and Ogata Kenichi both nodded.

They were not fools.

Under these circumstances, Noda Keiichi's thod was beneficial no matter how one looked at it.

Before real interests, re reputation and authority ant nothing.

As long as one possessed enough strength to suppress everything, all voices would beco unified.

"Then, in that case… Agent Seven, proceed in the form of negotiation and delay as much ti as possible."

"If necessary, offer them great benefits."

Seeing the other four elders agree, Hirano Masato took out a Den Den Mushi and gave instructions to the other side.

At the sa ti, he shouted coldly toward the door.

"Soone, clean this up and bring in a video Den Den Mushi."

Outside Impel Down—

After receiving Hirano Masato's order, CP0 Agent Seven was sowhat surprised, but he did not dare hesitate.

Facing Defying the Heavens' terrifying aura, he slowly stepped forward, bowed slightly, and spoke with utmost respect.

"Honorable Grand Marshal of the Nether Race, our World Governnt holds you and the Nether Race's achievents in the highest regard."

"How could we possibly offend the Nether Race or offend you?"

"The injuries suffered by the three generals were rely the result of a small misunderstanding. Our World Governnt is willing to offer the Nether Race a generous gift as compensation. We hope the Grand Marshal can forgive our recklessness…"

"And not allow the good relationship between us… to be destroyed."

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