The Pirate Family

Marijoa, Pongal Castle, the Great Hall of the Void.

As the ruler of the bright side of this world, the supreme sanctuary of the Celestial Dragons people, even after the war between the navy and the pirates broke out, this place was heavily protected by the world government.

After all, Marijoa was the face of the entire world government, and if this place was all invaded, then the world government would be disgraced.

Although, over the years, it wasn't the first time it had been invaded just yet.

In quick succession, it had encountered Roger's invasion ten years ago, Caesar's attack seven years ago, Caesar's united Ledfield five years ago, dragon attacks, and that Marijoa massacre created by Erinyes and Lorne three years ago.

The dragons had become a lot more cautious than they used to be, and they would never leave this place if they didn't have to.

"That stupid navy even attacked the New World heavily!"

Pongal Castle, Little Garden.

A Triton looked at the war report sent up by the Navy and said angrily.

"What if the others take this opportunity to attack us? Will these rice buckets be back in time to protect us?"

He was a survivor of that Marijoa massacre a few years ago, and even though the Pongal Castle had been repaired at this time, and no traces of the previous massacre's existence could be seen anywhere, this Sky Dragonian male still remembered that massacre vividly.

In front of the brutal pirates, the dignity, pride, glory, and rights that they had as Sky Dragons, all of them were all useless.

From being the world ruler on high, they had turned into pigs to be ravaged by others.

This sense of humiliation made him almost unable to breathe.

But the fear in the face of death suppressed this humiliation, and even after so many years, this Heavenly Dragon couldn't stop trembling when he remembered the man who had brought his men and rushed above Marijoa to create a massacre.

What was even more infuriating was that after doing all of this, that man returned unharmed to the New World's seas, making waves of his own, and now hinting at the momentum of the New World King.

Thinking about it, the Celestial Dragon Man crumpled the information he held into pieces.

Anger, reluctance, humiliation, fear, all kinds of mixed emotions.

In the end, it all turned into a complaint against the Navy.

"Bunch of losers!"

The navy that the world government had spent so many resources on was set up to protect the Tritons, but this navy had allowed the killer of the Tritons to go unpunished for so long.

Don't they know that fighting with all their might is less than a loss to round up and kill that man? This Triton didn't believe that the man could survive with the entire navy fighting with no losses.

"Sooner or later, I'm going to have the Five Old Stars outlaw the Marshalship of the Warring States."

The other Triton nodded, agreeing with his companion's statement.

What they needed, was an obedient navy that could seek the greater good for themselves, not some so called, righteous partner.

Even the combined lives of a million untouchables were not as noble as the toes of a single Celestial Dragonian!

And the Celestial Dragons do have the right to impeach the Admiralty Marshal, if the Celestial Dragons are really dissatisfied, not to mention a mere Admiralty Marshal, they can impeach even the current Commander of the Three Armies!

The only reason why Warlord was able to sit in the marshal's position was because now that the navy and pirates were at war, he was far away from the New World and could selectively accept orders from the world government, or even refuse them if they were orders he didn't want to accept, and now that the war between the navy and pirates was in full swing, rashly replacing the marshal could result in unforeseen consequences.

That was all.

Two Celestial Dragons were complaining in the middle of a small garden, and at this time, one of them saw a small black dot appear in the distance on top of the Celestial Dragon.

"What's that?"

This Celestial Dragon Man looked at the little black dot and asked in confusion.

"What else could it be, but a meteor."

His companion left the bar and said with carelessness.

After saying that, he was ready to return to his dwelling to torment the slaves and give vent to his desires.

A while ago, he had just caught a fisher slave, tender skinned, and the whip was whipped on her body, the sobbing voice of the fisher slave was as melodious as music, enchanting him.

At this time, the other Sky Dragon Man tapped him on the shoulder.

"What the hell is going on? Did that group of revolutionaries attack?"

This Triton was complaining a bit.

But how would the Revolutionary Army have the nerve to attack this place now that it was too late to hide from the World Government?

With a puzzled gaze, he followed the other Celestial Dragonian's finger.

That small black dot was enlarging in mid-air, and then gradually revealed its outline

It wasn't black, but was as dazzling as gold.

No, it shouldn't be as dazzling as gold, but rather, this thing was originally made of gold throughout its body.

It was a small golden boat!

And the moment he got a good look at the small ship, this Celestial Dragon covered his mouth and spoke the name of the vessel in a tone that was almost desperate and shocked.

"The Golden Proverb!"

He would never forget this small ship, because a few years ago, this same small ship had used this same gesture of descending from the sky to come to Marijoa, and then created that tragic massacre.

More than half of the Celestial Dragons had perished in that massacre, including the vast majority of the two Celestial Dragons' friends, family.

He would never forget the appearance of this vessel for the rest of his life.

Nor would he forget this vessel, the name of its owner.

"Vennhill Lorne!"

In a fearful voice, the other Triton spoke the name of the owner of the vessel.

"He's here again!"

Then, the two Celestial Dragons turned around and tried to run away, but due to their strange clothes tripping over their feet, the two Celestial Dragons fell straight to the ground, they struggled to get up, then they couldn't get themselves out of the dirt and aromatic grass in time, but fled in despair towards the distance.

Fleeing for their lives, this was the only thought in the two of them's minds at this point.

Last time, this demonic man had come to Marijoa and created the Marijoa Massacre, in which more than half of the Sky Dragons had died.

Then, this time, what did he want when he came to this place?

The two Celestial Dragons could not imagine, nor did they dare to.

The Golden Proverb was like a meteor, smashing heavily on the earth of the Celestial Dragons.

Boom!

The small ship smashed a deep hole in the earth.