One Piece: Start as a mythical beast, practice to become stronger

In the distance, the figures of the Five Elders also looked exhausted.

They stood in front of an almost collapsed palace, looking at each other, with deep fatigue and hidden fear in their eyes that they had never shown to others.

Although they managed to hold on to the end relying on their immortal power, they knew in their hearts that the price they paid for this battle was far heavier than they had expected.

The damaged buildings and seriously injured celestial dragons were not only a trauma to Marijoa, but also a huge blow to the authority of these five supreme beings.

Most importantly, there are no winners in this battle - Jin'an has not been completely destroyed, Im's situation is even more unclear, and those unscrupulous pirates are more like the beginning of destruction.

Although Golden Lion, Charlotte Linling and others fell, the traces of their devastation could not be easily erased.

The holy land today is like a kingdom that has been hollowed out at its core.

The high walls have cracked, and the long street is full of charred marks and potholes of various sizes.

Every scene tells the world how fierce and cruel this battle was.

That invisible feeling of oppression hung over everyone's heart, making even breathing seem particularly heavy.

After the cleanup, the guards gathered together in silence.

The wind from afar brought a hint of coolness, brushing across their cheeks and taking away the last bit of warmth.

Only the occasional sobbing sounds and the lingering flames among the ruins in the distance still told of the nightmare that had just ended.

Those celestial dragons who were once high and mighty now looked no different from ordinary people, or even more embarrassed.

The guards were huddled together, in tattered clothes, covered in wounds. Some could no longer lift their arms, and some had broken arrows stuck in their backs.

Their faces were filled with fatigue and dissatisfaction, and they uttered intermittent complaints.

"Why should we risk our lives for these celestial dragons? What else can they do besides enjoying themselves?" A guard covered the wound on his shoulder, his voice full of anger and unwillingness.

"Yes, they claim to be gods, but they only know how to hide behind us. Whenever there is danger, they let us 'ants' take the blame." Another guard's eyes were bloodshot and his expression was full of boredom.

"What was the purpose of this battle? In the end, the holy land we were protecting turned into ruins!" The guards were indignant. Some complained in low voices, while others silently endured the unspeakable feeling of powerlessness in their hearts.

They were driven by the Celestial Dragons, but they were like abandoned pawns in battle, and no one really cared about their life or death.

The situation of the celestial dragons is even more miserable.

Those nobles who once lived in luxury now looked like children who had lost their shelter, with helpless panic in their eyes.

Both the luxurious robe and the exquisite mask are now covered with dust and stains.

Some people collapsed on the ground, howling loudly, cursing the pirates' rampage and the guards' incompetence; some people cried and murmured with trembling lips:

"Why did it become like this? Why didn't anyone protect us?"

Some of the Celestial Dragons even shouted angrily at the guards: "You useless people! What are you doing? So many of you can't resist just a few pirates!"

Their curses mixed in the air, carrying despair and fear, turning into the wails after the war.

At the same time, the Five Elders gathered in a dilapidated meeting room.

The decorative paintings on the walls of the conference room had collapsed and broken glass was scattered all over the floor.

The five people looked at each other, with fatigue and solemnity in their eyes.

There was an invisible sense of oppression in the air, as if there was a huge rock pressing on everyone's chest, making it hard to breathe.

"We can't delay any longer," the thin Saint Marcus Maz said in a hoarse voice, breaking the silence. "Now, the entire holy land is almost lost, and our dignity has suffered a serious blow. These pirates are so bold that it's outrageous!"

Shepard ten Peter Saint snorted coldly, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes: "We should have dealt with these troubles long ago! Especially Jin An, he has threatened our rule more than once. This time he must pay the price, otherwise we will not be able to control the situation."

"But the problem is," said Saint Jaygolucia Satan, frowning, with deep worry in his tone, "Lord Yimu cannot be disturbed in his current state, and although those rampant pirates have been driven out of Pangu City, they still cannot be underestimated. If we mobilize our forces to encircle and suppress them, I'm afraid we will alert the enemy."

The Five Elder Stars all have a vague sense of uneasiness in their hearts - not only do they have to face the destruction brought by pirates, but also the pressure from higher levels.

Everything before their eyes gave them a splitting headache: they had to appease the anger of the Celestial Dragons and prevent Im from being affected by the outside world.

The rule that once seemed as stable as a rock is now like a giant tower swaying in the wind and rain and may collapse at any time.

"No matter what, we must act quickly." Izambaron V. Nasujuro said in a cold tone, "Immediately mobilize an elite force to prevent further invasion of pirates. At the same time, we must ensure the peace of Lord Yimu. As for Jinan..."

He paused for a moment, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, "When necessary, extreme measures must be taken."

The conference room fell silent again, with only faint cries and cries for help audible outside the window.

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Although the war in Marijoa has subsided for the time being, the people on the sea are still in the dark.

The sea breeze brings not only a salty and humid air, but also countless secrets that have never been revealed.

People in the outside world seemed to be still busy with their daily lives, but at this moment, the supreme holy place had experienced a catastrophe in the raging fire.

However, the traces of war cannot be completely concealed.

Those ships, guards, and even some Celestial Dragon followers who had managed to escape from Marijoa, sailed across the sea to various places with frightened looks on their faces.

At every port they docked at, they would bring some rumors about Marijoa.

However, these news have not yet been pieced together to form a complete picture. Most people still treat it as idle talk after dinner, and some even sneer at it, thinking it is a horrifying story made up by some shady pirates.

"Have you heard? Some people said that the holy land was looted by a group of pirates, and half of the buildings were destroyed!"

In a busy bar, a bearded crew member lowered his voice and spoke to his companions with a hint of excitement and uneasiness.

"Come on, brother," the other shook his head and sneered, "That's the territory of the Celestial Dragons and the World Government. Who dares to touch their tiger's whiskers? Even if there is, they won't survive for more than a day!"

"But..." The crew member hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice, his expression becoming more mysterious, "I have an acquaintance who escaped from the Holy Land. He said that he saw many pirate ships landing from the sky, and a large number of people broke into Pangu City directly!"

There was a moment of silence in the bar, which then broke out into low whispers and uneasy discussions.

The news spread quickly in the port like the wind. Although it was mixed with various exaggerations and unrealistic descriptions, the news of "Mariejoa's attack" was spreading bit by bit.

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