One Piece : Admiral Falcon is Pissed off again today!

When the Celestial Dragons awoke, they found themselves already taken away from Sabaody Archipelago by Michael and the others.

Rosward opened his eyes to see his son staring ahead in sheer terror.

Following his son's gaze, Rosward felt a sudden wetness between his legs—he had pissed himself in fear.

The other Celestial Dragons around him were in the same state.

And all it took was the sight before them: the corpses of the God's Knights and CP0 agents, their severed heads arranged neatly on the ground.

Unlike when they gunned down slaves or commoners—where they felt nothing but pleasure, amusement, or even indifference—this was different.

In their worldview, all life besides Celestial Dragons was nothing more than "livestock."

Killing a person was no different from slaughtering a rabbit.

So even if it were just CP0 corpses laid before them, at most, they'd be angry—furious that no one was left to protect them!

But the God's Knights were different!

They were Celestial Dragons too!

To see their own kind beheaded and displayed before them—that was something else entirely.

They finally felt it...

People die when they are killed.

Even if they were Celestial Dragons, even if they were the "gods" who stood above all living beings.

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Clap clap clap—

A round of applause sounded, drawing the attention of all the Celestial Dragons, including Rosward.

A group of people emerged from a nearby cave.

Only then did Rosward regaining his senses and realize they were in an extremely deep cave.

The reason it was so bright was because the ceiling was covered in pure white flames.

These flames were sacred and beautiful.

And instinctively repulsive to them.

"Damn it! You lowly pirates dare to capture Celestial Dragons and kill members of God's Knights! Do you have a death wish?"

"That's right! Release us immediately and commit suicide! Then we might consider preserving your filthy bodies as specimens instead of throwing them into incinerators!"

Even though they had just wet themselves in fear, the moment people other than Celestial Dragons appeared, they immediately reverted to being those arrogant, filthy pigs.

The words coming from their mouths were downright idiotic.

Yet they saw nothing wrong with it.

Michael removed his hood and cloak, revealing a pristine white Marine uniform that matched the flames.

He walked up to Rosward and said with a soft laugh.

"Hello there, dear Rosward-sama."

"My name is Michael."

"Ever heard of me?"

"That's right—I'm the one who killed all your slave suppliers."

Rosward already dumbass mind went completely blank.

A marine?

Why would a marine be working with pirates?

And weren't marines supposed to be dogs of the World Government and Celestial Dragons?

Why was this marine named Michael still standing before him like they're an equal?

"You're that marine!?"

"Indeed, I am."

"Since you're a marine, you should know how noble we Celestial Dragons are! So hurry up and—"

Before he could finish saying "release us," the marine called Michael silenced him with a slap.

"I am a Marine and I know you're Celestial Dragons..." A cold, predatory killing intent gradually surfaced on Michael's face.

"But I've never believed Celestial Dragons are noble in any way."

"You're just pigs who commit crimes freely because of your birthright."

"If the Five Elders won't deal with you, if the World Government won't, if the Marine won't—then of course I'll have to take matters into my own hands."

After speaking, Michael swept his gaze over Rosward and all the Celestial Dragons.

This group, representing the filthiest aspect of the entire world, actually had the audacity to call themselves what?

"Gods"?

Such gods should not and do not, exist in this world.

And if they did...

Then he would drag them down from their divine thrones, strip them to the bone!

And turn them into a monument to warn all who would attempt to become "gods."

This place was the execution ground Michael had prepared for these Celestial Dragons.

"Morgans, is everything ready?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, of course I'm ready. I've already set up the recording equipment. After this is over, copies will be made and sent to every corner of the world—except for Mary Geoise and Marineford." Morgans let out a strange laugh, his eyes brimming with fanaticism and admiration.

"If I'd known you weren't just here to kill but to make such a huge splash, you wouldn't have needed to threaten me! I'd have sponsored this myself just to be part of it... This is the execution of a Celestial Dragon!"

That was Morgans for you—he'd stop at nothing for a sensational story.

What? Reporting on the death of a Celestial Dragon?

He'd even give up his own life for that.

With that, he took his position at the prearranged filming spot, awaiting Michael's signal.

From this moment on, he was utterly convinced.

He'd stake his entire career on Michael!

This guy was bound to deliver countless world-shaking headlines!

After all... This bastard was just too good at stirring up trouble!

Michael felt slightly unnerved by Morgans' gaze.

He remembered this old bird wasn't supposed to be... that way, was he?

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Michael turned his attention to Rayleigh, Gaban and Gloriosa.

"Let's begin."

With those words, Michael moved to stand beside Morgans.

He nodded, signaling Morgans to start recording.

The three legendary pirates appeared before the camera, making no attempt to conceal their faces.

They hung a banner behind them—two crossed swords with their three portraits filling the upper left, upper right, and lower spaces.

Then Rayleigh spoke.

"Hello, world."

"I am the so-called 'Right Hand of the Pirate King'—Dark King Silvers Rayleigh."

"Let me introduce my companions."

"This is the Pirate King's left hand, Scopper Gaban."

"And this is former Rocks Pirates member, Gloriosa."

The three stood together, their terrifying aura almost tangible.

The Celestial Dragons before them finally realized who they were facing.

They might be arrogant and foolish.

But not completely brainless.

The words "Right Hand of the Pirate King" awakened their deepest, most primal fear.

It reminded them of the "power" that their so-called "authority" could never overcome.

Rayleigh swept a cold gaze across them before continuing.

"As you can see, these before us... are the so-called Celestial Dragons."

"Unfortunately for them, they've fallen into our hands."

"Of course, for you, this is tremendous fortune."

"Which means these Celestial Dragons will never oppress you again."

"Now I shall make an announcement..."

"We are placing bounties on all Celestial Dragons, World Government officials and CP agents."

"The official notices will be issued in three days—meaning you have seventy-two hours to prepare."

At this point, Gloriosa produced three execution blades—identical to those used during Roger's execution.

Rayleigh took one and without hesitation ran it through a Celestial Dragon.

Looking up, his face splattered with blood, he gave a chilling smile.

"From this day forth... the Cross Guild is officially established."

[Goddamnnnnnnnnnnn, this is fire]

[Slight spoiler tho, Michael have a sister name sora and you know who she is, what do you think a good surname for them ? they were a D from south blue]

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