"Fallen Angel El—"

  "I must admit, both the Navy and the Wover have indeed uimated you in the past."

  Standing on the wrecked No. 2 Isnd, Fleet Admiral Hammons William coldly stared at the imposing figure of El. "But you're quite clever. After narrowly esg the Wover's pursuit, instead of hiding away, you've e out to cause trouble..."

  "Do you really think you alone challehe Wover? Ay that has ruled the seas for turies, with such deep foundations?"

  "Anyone or any force that attempts to challehe Wover is c death—this is a faown by all who live on the seas!"

  "If you know what's good for you, hand over the World Nobles you've kidnapped."

  However, as he said this, Hammons William couldn’t help but feel uneasy in the face of the tremendous aura emanating from the Lunarian before him. Even as Fleet Admiral, he wasn’t fident he could stop El if he decided to flee with his flight ability. All he could do was stall for time, hoping the Wover would send reinforts as soon as possible.

  Unfortunately, the Navy's stro Admiral, Kong, had bee on another mission, making it impossible for him to return in time.

  "That’s perfect. I’d like to see the Woverry to kill me!" El mocked, his expression full of disdain. "I want to see exactly how they pn to finish me off!"

  At this point, El didn’t sider himself invincible, but there were very few people in the world who could kill him ht. Perhaps only the mysterious King of the Celestial Dragons, Im, hidden in Mary Geoise, posed a potential threat. But even that wasn’t a certainty.

  Based oelligence he had gathered, El believed that Im’s strength might have stagnated, despite having lived for turies. Otherwise, Im wouldn’t have feared a mere Human-Human Fruit, Model: Nika, going to such lengths to erase its history and rebrand it as the Gum-Gum Fruit.

  The mere mention of the mythical "Sun God" Nika, a symbol of the Joy Boy legacy, had apparently caused Im to panic, even breaking out in a cold sweat after being injured by Joy Boy’s Haki eight turies ago.

  This indicated that while Im was strong, he wasn’t uable. He was far from a being who could crush everything effortlessly.

  And even if a coalition of powerful eried to take him down, El was fident in his speed and ability to escape. If he wao, no one could stop him from fleeing these seas.

  As for the Navy and the Wover? They were already mortal enemies, and there was n back.

  "And those three Celestial Dragons?" El tinued, his expression now one of pyful cruelty. Ign the dark, murderous look on William’s face, he added, "Tell the Woverhat if they want their precious nobles back..."

  Even though he had just killed a Navy Admiral, El didn’t mind eliminating a Fleet Admiral as well, to teach the Wover a harsh lesson. However, the signal just sent by Sally indicated that the Holy Knights from Mary Geoise were on their way, and it was unlikely he’d be able to finish William today.

  "I’ll give them two weeks to prepare twenty Devil Fruits!"

  Holding his massive Great Halberd, El smirked coldly. "And there must be at least two Logia, two Mythical Zoans, and three A Zoans—none be missing!"

  "What?"

  William’s eyes widened in shock, his face turning pale as he gred at El, who was making eous demands. "Impossible! Don’t even think about it—"

  Twenty Devil Fruits? This Lunarian madman wasn’t just ambitious; he was asking to ransom the Wover itself, and he wasn’t demanding gold or treasure, but rare Devil Fruits.

  It was clear that the Wover would never agree to such terms. Even the Navy’s stockpile didn’t have that many. Although the Navy was vast, with bases across the seas, many of the powerful Devil Fruits were submitted directly to the Wover. Only those deemed less valuable were left uhe Navy’s trol, for William to distribute as rewards to deserving officers.

  For any high-ranking officer seeking a truly powerful Devil Fruit, they had to apply to the Wover for approval. These fruits were sidered gifts, meant to inspire loyalty and gratitude among the Navy’s elite.

  "No, no, it’s entirely possible!" El’s smile didn’t waver. He stared at the Fleet Admiral, speaking with chilling calm, "Because... if the Wover doesn’t agree, I’ll dose those Celestial Dragons with an aphrodisiac, throw them into a pigsty, and broadcast their mating with the filthiest pigs to the entire world!!"

  "And just to be clear, I’m not iating. I’m inf you of the terms—either ply or face the sequences!"

  "Broadcast… live?" William’s pupils tracted, cold sweat dripping from his brow as his mind raced to prehend the horror of su act. He trembled with fury, his voice shaking as he yelled, "Do you realize what the sequences will be?"

  He couldn’t even fathom what might happen if El followed through on such a threat. The Wover—more specifically, the Celestial Dragons—would go absolutely mad.

  "sequences? What, they’ll wipe out my entire bloodline?" El’s gaze was icy, his voice dripping with s. "The Lunarians were nearly driven to extin long ago, so what’s left for them to threateh?"

  For years, the Wover had hunted down any remaining Lunarians, and El, with his bounty of six hundred million Berries, khat if caught, he would most likely end up as a test subje some gruesome experiment.

  Their flict had long ago reached the point of urn. There was nothi for him to fear.

  "Hahaha…" William’s veins bulged with anger as his eyes burned with fury. "You lunatic! You’re not just destroying yourself—you’re destroying the world’s order!"

  Before he could finish his sentence, he charged forward, his right fist glowing with a deadly aura. "I will never let scum like you destroy the Navy’s justid do as you please!"

  "Don’t talk to me about your phony justice!" El sneered, fmes igniting around his raised fist. "This ugly, deg world order o be torn down and rebuilt!"

  "Fme Emperor!!!"

  ‘Boom boom…’

  The csh of their powers echoed across the isnd, heat waves rolling through the area as the air temperature skyrocketed. Fmes and shockwaves collided violently, the intense heat transf the battlefield into a living hell.

  The once-moist soil of Isnd No. 2 dried and cracked, while the giant roots of the Yarukiman Mangroves, whied the nd

  itself, ignited and began to burn.

  Bleam