On the Empty Throne, a blurry figure solidified from emptiness.
She wore a crown, sharp as piercing thorns reaching for the sky.
Her eyes held the depth of reincarnation, her aura vast and ethereal, as if she existed and yet did not exist.
Sensing the immense, sky-like presence emanating from Imu, the Gorosei immediately prostrated themselves in reverence, pressing their foreheads tightly against the ground.
"We pay our respects to Lady Imu."
"I know."
Before they could even speak, they heard Imu's voice.
Just like the last time, it was simple and direct.
After speaking, Imu raised her hand.
A virtual light spot flew from her palm, traversing space and abruptly appearing before the Gorosei, rapidly expanding into a slowly rotating planet!
Nusjuro and the others widened their eyes at the sight of this illusory planet, their mouths going dry.
"Go, set things right. Contact Vegapunk; you may now mobilize the power of the Throne."
With that, Imu vanished.
When she reappeared, she was back in her residence, the Room of Flowers.
Imu strolled through the sea of blossoms, watching butterflies and bees flit among the flowers—a scene of idyllic beauty.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, Imu swept her hand before her!
The surrounding flowers and trees vanished as if erased by an eraser, transforming in an instant.
What appeared next was a sea of magma and flames.
The flowers on the ground were gone, replaced by an endless expanse of crimson magma, bubbling incessantly.
Imu walked calmly atop the magma, eventually entering a small pavilion.
Inside the pavilion, however, was a world of ice.
In this small room, there was only a stone platform.
On the stone platform rested a massive straw hat.
"Soon, it is coming. I have waited for over a thousand years!"
Imu murmured.
Suddenly, she slapped the frozen giant straw hat.
Crack, crack, crack.
The giant straw hat instantly shattered into fine shards of ice, scattering across the stone platform.
"Joy Boy, you traitor, why must you oppose me? The initial plan was one we devised together, yet at the final moment, you grew soft-hearted and wanted to help those meant to be consumed. You have disappointed me so deeply!"
"If that were all, I might have forgiven you, out of respect for our shared lineage."
"But what did you do? You..."
"I will make you pay, and I will make this world pay!"
"And that day is almost here—I can feel it!"
"Some foolish native schemers think they can ascend the celestial ladder? Dream on!"
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In the bustling city of Mary Geoise, the atmosphere remained lively as ever.
Luxurious shops lined the streets, stretching as far as the eye could see.
On these opulent streets paved entirely with white jade, one could frequently spot Celestial Dragons wearing peculiar glass helmets, some leading male and female slaves by chains, others seated atop the backs of burly slaves, basking in the flattery of the masses.
When the Gorosei passed through the streets, these Celestial Dragons paid them no mind.
In their view, the five leaders of the World Government were merely elected by their kind.
"A bunch of disgusting trash, no wonder even the lowly commoners want to exterminate them."
Nusjuro watched the haughty, lavishly dressed Celestial Dragons and couldn't help but let out a cold snort.
Saturn wore a Doflamingo-like sneer on his face.
"The amusing thing is, they actually believe we were elected by them. The intelligence of these trash keeps declining—it's all the aftermath of inbreeding."
"Hmph, if they weren't so stupid, wouldn't they compete with us for power? That would bring quite a lot of trouble."
Mars stroked his beard.
Warcury said bluntly, "Let's go see the miserable fate of the Revolutionary Army. As for these trash, when the final moment comes, they'll all turn into fertilizer. Let them enjoy their last moments of joy."
With that, the five of them no longer paid any attention to the various Celestial Dragons and strode out of Mary Geoise's city center, arriving at a large base nearby.
The circular dome split open, and a tall, voluptuous woman stepped out, looking at the Gorosei.
"Honorable Gorosei, what brings you here?"
However, the woman's voice was extremely aged, sounding quite peculiar.
But the Gorosei showed no surprise, as if they were already accustomed to it.
"Vegapunk, we've come to activate the power of the Throne—the completed version of SSG, the Angel King!"
Nusjuro spoke quickly and directly, stating their purpose without hesitation.
The tall woman nodded. "Very well, but I'll need that person's authorization."
"Here it is."
Saturn opened his hand, and a rotating illusory planet appeared in his palm.
Seeing this illusory planet, the woman's pupils gleamed with light.
"Alright, the Throne's power has been activated. Are you sure you want to deploy all the Kings?"
"Confirmed!"
The Gorosei nodded decisively without the slightest hesitation.
"As you wish."
The tall, voluptuous woman turned and swayed her smooth, perky curves as she walked back inside.
The Gorosei's eyes were involuntarily drawn to those curves.
Nusjuro clicked his tongue. "That old man Vegapunk is such a pervert, always using these female robots or modified humans to communicate."
"This one looks even more enticing."
"Why not ask him to make a few identical ones for you to play with sometime?"
"No way! That old man's voice keeps echoing in my mind—I just can't bring myself to do it!"
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Under the terrified gazes of the residents of Sabaody Archipelago, an endless fleet bypassed the islands and headed straight for the edge of the land beneath the Red Line.
Then, countless dark masses of Revolutionary Army soldiers poured out from the warships, rushing toward the base of the towering Red Line.
A gust of wind swept by, and Dragon arrived beneath the massive elevator.
Soon after, the high-ranking members of the Revolutionary Army also gathered.
Everyone looked at the enormous elevator, then tilted their heads back to gaze at the immeasurably high Red Line.
"The elevator is at the top. The World Government must have already detected us. They might even destroy the elevator directly!"
"No matter! Let the soldiers activate their jetpacks and fly up. I'll take you up first to secure a safe area for the follow-up troops!"
As Dragon spoke, he was about to summon a gust of wind.
Suddenly!
Sharp whistling sounds echoed through the sky.
Everyone hurriedly looked up.
They saw tiny black dots above everyone's heads gradually growing larger!