'Fallen Angel El'

  Amidst the chaos of the battlefield, Iron Cw Hark's expression grew serious. His sharp gaze locked onto the young but incredibly powerful Lunarian before him, whose strength could no longer be uimated.

  "I didn’t expect it would be you behind the atta the Celestial Dragons,” Hark said in a low voice. “You’ve been lying low for so long, and now you’ve attacked the navy’s fortresses and kidhe world nobles. Is this your revenge against the Wover?"

  Before finishing his sentence, Hark disappeared in a blur, his foot pressing hard into the ground. In the blink of an eye, he appeared several meters away, swiftly grabbing the bloodied Saint Fenix and attempting to reach the trolled Tsuru.

  "Don't even think about it!"

  Linlied instantly, her expression shifting as she fiercely sshed her sword to stop him.

  'g!'

  In a fsh, sparks flew as Hark’s razor-sharp cws collided with Linlin’s massive bde.

  'Swoosh!' After g with Linlin, Hark quickly abandoned his attempt to rescue Tsuru, retreating with Saint Fenix in tow.

  "No, this is just a small greeting," El remarked calmly, showing no iion of stopping him. Sending the disgraced Saint Fenix back was far more advantageous than killing him or using him as a hostage. Besides, El still held other cards to py.

  "You're a Navy Admiral, right? Hurry, kill them… no, capture them, including that damned female Marine who dared to harm me!" Saint Fenix, now blind but aware that Hark had saved him, clutched the admiral's clothes, shouting hysterically. "I want to hang them all, slice them to pieces, and torture them to death!"

  "Saint Fenix, that female Marine..." Hark frowrying to expin. The aged appearance of Tsuru had nearly made him fail tnize her. Though he didn’t kly what had transpired, it was clear she had been trolled.

  Yet, the pn had been cruel. Saint Fenix wasn’t just blinded and mutited—Hark, as a man, uood the devastating impact of having his reproductive aroyed. Su act could drive even the proudest men mad. And for an arrogant world noble who believed himself a god, it was an unbearable humiliation.

  Even though Tsuru had once shown incredible talent and intelligence, sed only to Sengoku and Garp, the world nobles’ arrogance made her fate uain. Not eve Admiral William’s intervention might save her.

  "I don't care! She dared to offend the desdants of the gods, and she deserves to die!" Saint Fenix shouted, his tone just as ioward Hark as it had been toward Sengoku earlier. "Even if she was trolled, she was too weak to save me, which led to my ruin. She's unfivable!"

  "Saint Fenix is injured aionally unstable. He needs immediate treatment. Get him to Mariejois at once!" Hark ordered, his face darkening as he tossed the o the approag CP agents.

  "Yes, sir!"

  A group of medics rushed in with a stretcher, pg the still-ranting Saint Fenix on it and quickly carrying him off to safety for emergency treatment.

  “Damn pirates, how despicable…”

  Hark gritted his teeth as he looked at Tsuru, a subordinate who had once shown exceptional skill in pirate-hunting missions under his and. He felt bret and frustratioe his admiration for her, even he owerless to save her from the world nobles' iable retribution.

  "Fallen Angel El, any attempt to provoke the Wover is foolish. You won’t escape after itting such a heinous crime!" Hark coldly warned El, Linlin, and the others. "You have no idea how powerful the Wover is. You’ll be hunted relentlessly until you’re dragged to the gates of hell! Release the other world nobles immediately!"

  “Huo the gates of hell?” El s Hark's threat. "The Lunarian rad the Wover have been mortal enemies for turies. Why would I ever release those Celestial Dragons? You’re delusional.”

  He then fixed his gaze on Hark, a mog smile pying on his lips. "Go bad tell your precious Woverhat the tables have turned. If they enjoy hunting and sughtering rare races, then I’ll hunt the Celestial Dragons, one by one, until they are extinct!"

  “How dare you!”

  Hark’s expression twisted with shod fury. The Marines and gover agents around him, equally horrified, stared at El as if he were a madman. The very idea of huntiial Dragons was terrifying beyond belief.

  “No, I o take back what I just said…” El’s smile grew more sinister as he drew the massive on on his back—the Savage Drago Halberd, a hybrid between a greatsword and a giant spear. He poihe oversized on at Hark, his i murderous. “You, Admiral, won’t be going back.”

  "Those are my words to you!" Hark’s eyes gleamed with cold fury, his sharp cws ready as he spat back, "Today, you, the st remnants of the Lunarians, will not leave this isnd alive!"

  'Swish!'

  In an instant, the two powerful figures vanished from their spots, g midair. The massive Savage Drago Halberd collided violently with Hark's razor-sharp scythe cws.

  'g!'