vncnus Chapter 161 Trial of the Celestial Dragons
Chapter 161 Trial of the Celestial Dragons
Chapter 161 Trial of the Celestial Dragons
The CPO squad leader's order was like throwing a stone into the sea.
His meticulously planned rescue network was disrupted by Kuroro's premeditated, precise, and ruthless interception.
Paralyzed, crushed.
Every move a piece makes is suppressed by an even more ferocious piece!
The golden time to rescue Rozward Saint was slipping away rapidly amidst this tightly linked and impenetrable blockade.
Meanwhile, Rozwald Saint himself was being escorted to a dimly lit warehouse.
An abandoned warehouse somewhere in the Sabaody Archipelago is filled with the smell of dust and aged resin.
Only a few rays of light leaked in through the cracks in the broken roof and walls, barely outlining the silhouettes of the mountain of wooden crates and a deliberately cleared space in the center of the warehouse.
In the center of the open space, the Rozwald statue lay like a lump of mud on the cold cement ground.
His magnificent robes were stained with filth, and his transparent hood was askew, revealing his fat face, which was twisted and deformed by extreme fear. His face was covered with snot and tears, and he had long lost any of the majesty of a Celestial Dragon, leaving only the most primal fear of death.
Kuroro Lucilfer stood in front of him, his back to the only source of light.
Backlit, Kuroro's figure was tall and serene. Beneath his black, tousled hair, his dark eyes, like a starless night sky, held a chilling calmness and—a hint of amusement.
"Who—who are you?!"
Roswald's voice was shrill and distorted, a fierce but weak bark, "You lowly pirates?! Do you know who I am?! How dare you be so disrespectful to the World Nobles!"
The admiral will tear you to shreds in no time! Release me now, and I might consider giving you a quick death!
He tried to regain some confidence by relying on his past power and threats, but his trembling body and unfocused eyes betrayed him.
Kuroro tilted his head slightly, his smile unchanged, even more gentle, as if discussing the weather: "Who am I? A passerby—an executioner."
He stepped forward, his voice clear and steady reaching Roswald's ears: "As for what I'm here for—"
Kuroro paused, staring directly into Roswald's fear-diluted pupils, and spoke each word as if delivering a verdict—
"I'm here to kill you."
A single, understated sentence sent a chill down Roswald's spine more than any roar or threat.
"You—you dare?!?!" Roswald screamed hysterically, as if trying to dispel his fear with his voice. "You dare touch a single hair on my head! The World Government, the Marine Headquarters, CP0—all forces will crush you into dust!"
Your family, friends, and everyone connected to you will suffer a fate worse than death! I am a descendant of the Creator! I am God!!
You lowly people—
"God?" Kuroro interrupted him softly, a sneer playing on his lips. "Ha—a being that only knows how to hide under the protection of its ancestors and privileges, wantonly plundering, abusing, and reeking of decay—"
He leaned slightly closer to Roswald, lowering his voice but uttering two words more clearly: "Just a fat pig."
These two words were like a red-hot branding iron, fiercely burning Roswald's most sensitive nerves.
The extreme fear was momentarily overwhelmed by an even stronger rage stemming from the Celestial Dragons' twisted pride.
"You—you dare—!!"
Just then, two graceful figures silently emerged from the shadows of the warehouse.
Nico Robin crossed her arms in front of her chest and softly chanted, "Floral Blossoms - Phantom Hands."
Several slender arms made of flower petals appeared, deftly taking the "World Broadcasting Bug" that the knight had adjusted and placing it on a high beam in the warehouse. After adjusting the angle, the golden carapace on the surface of the bug began to glow faintly, and the invisible signal began to forcibly invade the Sabaody Archipelago and even the video Den Den Mushi network in a wider area.
Xiao Di pushed up her glasses, walked forward without a word, dragging a heavy chain and a rusty but unusually sturdy iron chair.
She casually lifted Roswald's obese body and pressed him onto the iron chair.
Roswald struggled and cursed in vain, but with the precise and efficient binding of the droplets, he was quickly and firmly fixed to the chair, unable to move, facing the broadcast bug.
Kuroro walked to the side, where a powerful spotlight had been set up at some point.
He gently pressed the switch.
"Whoosh—!"
A blinding, scorching beam of light instantly struck Roswald Saint!
The bright light made him scream and reflexively close his eyes, but he was quickly forced to open them again, tears streaming down his face.
This beam of light was not only for illumination, but also to expose his current wretchedness, fear, and ugliness to everyone without reservation, through the lens of the newsbearer.
At the same time, the public and private video Den Den Mushi screens in various squares, shops, and even naval bases in the Sabaody Archipelago suddenly flashed with a snow-like interference, and then the images were forcibly switched!
What appeared on the screen was no longer a news or entertainment program, but the background of a dimly lit warehouse, and under a beam of bright light, Roswald Saint, a Celestial Dragon, was firmly tied to an iron chair, tears streaming down his face, looking terrified!
"A Celestial Dragon?!"
"That's Saint Roswald?!"
"What happened?!"
"What kind of show is this? A prank?!"
Throughout Shambaugh, and even further afield where the signal could reach, countless people who witnessed this scene were instantly plunged into immense shock and bewilderment.
Naval commanders, CPO agents, ordinary citizens, lurking pirates, and even those far away in Mary Geoise and at the Revolutionary Army headquarters who were paying attention to this matter, all held their breath and stared at the screen in disbelief.
Inside the warehouse, Chrollo's voice, transmitted clearly through the broadcasting bug, reached every screen: "Roswald Saint, World Noble, Celestial Dragon."
Today, in this open courtroom, you will be put on trial.
First, state your achievements.
Roswald was dizzy from the bright light, but upon hearing the word "judgment" and Kuroro's calm yet undeniably powerful words, his remaining arrogance and fear mingled, causing him to instinctively retort: "Jud me?! What right do you lowly people have to judge God! Everything I've done is perfectly justified!"
Those slaves were born to serve me! The tributes from those nations were meant to be offered to me!
Everything I enjoy is something the world owes me!
"Be more specific," Kuroro's voice was like a cold prompt, "For example, three years ago, that small country in the West Blue that refused to pay the 'Heavenly Gold'?"
"That's because they don't know what's good for them!"
Roswald seemed to be provoked. Under the combined effect of the bright light and fear, his thoughts became somewhat chaotic. He even roared along with Kuroro's words, "What's wrong with me sending the Navy to teach them a lesson, killing all the rebels, and capturing young men and women to be slaves?!"
Their king should kneel down and present me with treasures and beauties!