Some time passed again.
Many major events occurred in the world, but only a few piqued Jin An's interest.
The most amusing of these was the newspaper on the table in front of him, with a front-page headline occupying nearly half the space.
The headline boldly read: "World Government's Secret Army Battles Blackbeard in Baltigo."
Even more shocking was the report that Blackbeard ultimately won, and the God Knights all fled in defeat!
"Hahaha, I bet the Five Elders' faces are really interesting right now."
Jin An couldn't help but burst into laughter, a hint of gloating flashing in his eyes.
He gently stroked his chin, a smile playing on his lips: "Too bad I can't see it in person..."
This spectacle delighted him, and he could almost picture the Five Elders in their disheveled state.
At the same time.
Holy Land - Mary Geoise.
The entire Red Line was even more silent than usual.
After receiving this news, the Celestial Dragons felt a sense of doubt for the World Government they relied on for the first time.
"Can we really survive?"
A young Celestial Dragon asked tremulously, his voice filled with unease.
"Can we ever go back to our old lives?"
Another person was on the verge of collapse, his voice particularly jarring in the empty hall.
"I want to go out! I want freedom! I want new slaves!!"
An angry roar came from a corner.
However, most Celestial Dragons were overwhelmed by fear, and some even harbored despair and wanted to commit suicide.
Some had already acted, but were rescued by guards in time.
Inside Pangaea Castle.
The Five Elders sat together, their faces as gloomy as a sky before a storm.
They were silent, the atmosphere so heavy it was almost suffocating, with only shadows flickering across their faces, making them look even more sinister.
Their gazes finally fell on Saint Figarland Garling, who was standing to the side, as if expecting him to bring some comfort.
"Tell us, what's the situation?"
One of the Five Elders finally broke the silence, his tone laced with urgency and anger.
Figarland trembled slightly, feeling the pressure that was almost palpable.
He took a deep breath, but felt an unprecedented sense of heaviness in his heart.
He knew that this crisis was probably just the beginning.
Saint Figarland Garling straightened his body slowly, took a deep breath, and felt a mix of emotions in his heart.
He knew that the following words would cause great waves, and might even change everyone's fate.
His voice was low and steady, as if fighting his inner fears: "In Baltigo, we originally thought we could easily defeat Blackbeard."
He paused slightly, his eyes sweeping over the Five Elders, and seeing their tense faces, he couldn't help but feel a tightness in his heart, and continued: "However, things went far beyond our expectations. Blackbeard's power is far beyond our previous estimates."
Figarland felt the atmosphere instantly become heavy, and the eyes of the Five Elders were as sharp as knives, staring at him.
He knew that silence at this moment was a dangerous omen, so he didn't hesitate and quickly added: "We encountered Blackbeard's combination of the Dark-Dark Fruit and the newly acquired Gum-Gum Fruit. His recovery ability is extremely powerful, and he can even fight tirelessly. After being defeated by us, he can stand up again after a while."
Speaking of this, Figarland couldn't help but recall the scene in the battle. Blackbeard's roar and laughter lingered in his ears like ghosts.
A sense of unease welled up in his heart, and his palms couldn't help but sweat.
"Later, our God Knights were too tired and had almost no power to fight back in front of him, so we had to choose to retreat."
Hearing this, the faces of the Five Elders became even more gloomy, and the atmosphere seemed to freeze in an instant.
Figarland could feel the anger and anxiety in their hearts, like huge waves hitting his heart.
He continued: "Now, Blackbeard's existence will not only be a threat to us, but also a turmoil to the entire world."
A silence followed, and the eyes of the Five Elders passed quickly between each other, as if they were conducting a fierce discussion in silence.
Figarland's heartbeat was exceptionally clear at this moment. He knew that this report was not only a report, but also a trial for him.
And... life or death may be just a thought of Lord Imu.
......
Baltigo.
The sky was shrouded in the smoke and dust after the battle.
Blackbeard stood with his hands on his hips, a smug smile on his lips, his eyes wandering over the devastated battlefield.
Around him were torn ground and charred remains, and it seemed as if he could still see the God Knights fleeing in a disheveled manner.
A great sense of satisfaction welled up in his heart. At this moment, he was the master of this carnival.
"Zehahaha!!!"
His laughter was like thunder, echoing across the desolate land, as if announcing his victory.
He looked around and saw the remaining enemies fleeing in all directions like frightened animals.
His heart was filled with arrogant pleasure, and he thought: "These self-righteous guys have finally seen the real power today!"
"But is this the God Knights? Abandoning their subordinates who fought together and running away directly, eye-opening."
"As expected of the Celestial Dragons..."
Blackbeard laughed mockingly, he had also seen the nature of these people.
He slowly walked towards a fallen enemy, lowered his body, and stared sharply at the lifeless face.
For him, this was not just a victory, but also a proof of his power.
A trace of pride flashed in his heart - he not only survived, but also rose in adversity, and mastered the new power he had gained even better.
"This is the era of me, Blackbeard!"
He whispered to himself, his tone filled with madness and arrogance.
Then, he raised his head and looked up at the sky, feeling the strong smell of blood and the silence after the battle floating in the air.
"I will recruit more subordinates and let them enjoy this carnival together!"
Blackbeard stood in the center of the devastated battlefield, the strong wind blowing his black cloak, and the gravel under his feet was crushed by him.
His arrogant laughter gradually disappeared, replaced by a silent silence.
His eyes slowed down.
Slowly gathering stars formed a layer of darkness, as if absorbing all the light and hope around him, as deep as a bottomless abyss.
"And..."
His voice was low and cold, with a bone-chilling coldness, like a whisper from hell.
He raised his hand, feeling the dual power from the Gum-Gum Fruit and the Dark-Dark Fruit in his hand, his knuckles creaked, his fist clenched tighter, and darkness surged in his body, as if to tear the air around him.
"Jin An..."
He gritted his teeth, the corners of his mouth curled into a cruel arc, as if he had already seen the other party's pain.
He slowly raised his head, his expression full of aggression and killing intent, like a beast staring at its prey, his voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade, "Wash your neck and wait for me!"
His dark eyes completely lost their light at this moment, devouring everything that was sucking in.
He could feel the expansion of power in his body, the combination of the two fruits made him full of almost morbid self-confidence in his power.
"Jin An, your proud power and status are not worth mentioning in front of me! You are just an unknown guy who will fall at my feet."
Blackbeard's heart surged with arrogant pleasure, as if he had already seen Jin An's blood staining the earth red.
He strode forward, his steps firm and heavy, and every footprint he left seemed to contain his anger and murderous intent.
His laughter echoed in the air again, thick and full of malice, as if he was already cheering for the upcoming victory.
"Zehaha! Jin An, the game has just begun!"
His heart was filled with endless ambition, like a raging fire, constantly devouring his sanity.
He knew that he had carved his name on this land, and in the future, there would be more conquests waiting for him to complete.
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