Pangea Castle Massacre!

The sudden silence on the social plaza, even though broken by screams, still had everyone's eyes glued to the pile of severed limbs.

Among the remains, the unique clothing of the Celestial Dragons made it easy to identify which parts belonged to Rosward Saint and which to his black-clad bodyguards. This provided some assistance for the later sorting of the corpses. However, the mixed internal organs and blood would undoubtedly pose significant challenges for the cleanup crew.

In a world where the World Government and the Celestial Dragons had spent centuries establishing an absolute rule that Celestial Dragons must not be offended or harmed, the representatives from various member countries and the staff within Pangaea Castle were in shock.

Their gazes at Rosward Saint's remains were filled with astonishment, disbelief, fear, but most of all, deep-seated terror. Some of their countries' histories, stretching back over a thousand years, contained secret records about the Celestial Dragons. For instance, over seven hundred years ago, a nation with millions of people was wiped off the map by the World Government and the Celestial Dragons for killing a Celestial Dragon. Since then, even offending a Celestial Dragon demanded a horrific price.

Now, they had witnessed a talking, lively Celestial Dragon being brutally killed right in front of them. They feared the World Government and the Celestial Dragons might hold them accountable, reasoning that if a Celestial Dragon died near them while they survived, it was their fault.

The Celestial Dragons' brutality and the World Government's cold indifference in dealing with Celestial Dragon-related incidents instilled intense unease among most present. Even more anxious were the CP0 members and the black-clad bodyguards responsible for Rosward Saint's protection.

Having been indoctrinated from a young age to protect the Celestial Dragons, witnessing one being brutally killed before their eyes was a colossal failure. They had only one option left in the face of such a failure: death.

"We're doomed..."

In a flash, the three remaining CP0 members felt a chilling foreboding, already envisioning the punishment they would face. Unless...

"Take him down!"

The CP0 members and the black-clad bodyguards, their eyes bloodshot, all looked at Nicholas with intense resolve. Their only way to atone was to kill Nicholas, even if it meant their own lives, or to die fighting him, hoping the Celestial Dragons might spare their families on the Red Line.

"Oh, planning to fight to the death? Such unrestrained killing intent! But what good will it do? I'm not one of those 'ordinary people' you can easily slaughter."

Hearing Nicholas's mocking tone, the CP0 members ignored it. Driven to the brink, their sole remaining thought was to kill the man before them, washing away their shame with his blood. The disparity in power no longer mattered.

With a series of rapid movements, the three CP0 members responsible for Rosward Saint's security used Soru, one of the Six Powers, moving at such high speed they seemed to vanish from sight.

From afar, Nicholas's eyes glowed red, effortlessly tracking the CP0 members' trajectories in the air.

"Such slow speed, like a turtle's crawl. Do you think you can outrun lightning?"

As Nicholas finished speaking, the three CP0 members, moving invisibly at high speed, suddenly appeared around him like ghosts, their eyes filled with murderous intent locked on him.

Simultaneously, they launched their attacks.

Yet Nicholas, surrounded by the three CP0 members, didn't even glance at them. He didn't care about their imminent attacks, merely showing a mocking smile.

The attacking CP0 members didn't have time to ponder Nicholas's reaction. In high-level combat, there was no time for such thoughts. They attacked the moment they were ready.

"Finger Pistol: Six King Gun!"

"Six Powers: Tempest Kick!"

"Six Powers: Shigan!"

The advanced Six Powers techniques attacked Nicholas from both sides and the front.

Finally, Nicholas responded.

"500 Million Volts: Discharge!"

Instantly, the air filled with the sound of countless birds chirping, only these bird calls resembled thunder. Massive electrical currents formed an electric field around Nicholas, suspending the three CP0 members and the approaching black-clad bodyguards in mid-air.

When the electricity subsided, the CP0 members, emitting terrifying heat and smoke, fell from the air. The black-clad bodyguards, meanwhile, were dead.

Nicholas's simple attack had effortlessly neutralized the three CP0 members' seemingly unstoppable assault.

After retracting his power, Nicholas didn't even glance at the fallen CP0 members. Instead, he turned his gaze towards the other Celestial Dragons present.

These Celestial Dragons were facing unprecedented psychological pressure. Whenever a breeze blew, another one of them fell, even though they were heavily guarded. This constant threat of death was fraying their nerves.

Watching Nicholas, many Celestial Dragons had already broken down, sitting on the ground, crying.

The high-ranking representatives from various countries were stunned, their fear driving them to quietly slip away from the social plaza. They didn't care where they went, as long as they could get away from there, even if it meant facing retribution from the Celestial Dragons and the World Government later. Better that than being killed on the spot.

Seeing that not even the supposedly strongest shield of the Celestial Dragons, the CP0, could stop him, they realized they had no chance.

Instinct for survival spurred them on.

Nearby, Onassis Saint, who had been close to Rosward Saint, was pale with fear. He had come to Pangaea Castle to receive beautiful women and fine wines from around the world. His good mood for expanding his wine cellar had vanished with the horrific scene before him.

Seeing Rosward Saint's and his companions' fate, he trembled, barely able to speak.

"You... you... escort me out of here!"

His voice cracked with fear. The CP members protecting him remained calm, but the black-clad bodyguards' faces changed. They knew that once Onassis Saint was safe, he would kill everyone who had witnessed his fear, except the CP members.

The CP members, though overpowered by Nicholas, were still highly professional. They quickly decided, splitting up to escort Onassis Saint while others kept an eye on Nicholas and the other threat.

But as they moved, a gust of wind blew, followed by an invisible blade that sliced through Onassis Saint and his guards, splitting them in half. Blood sprayed everywhere.

Onassis Saint's face froze in shock. Time seemed to stand still on the plaza.

It was as silent as a library. The CP0 members' reactions were mixed with horror, and the people who had been watching in trepidation were now on the brink of madness.

Celestial Dragons, who had always killed ordinary people with impunity, were now being slaughtered like insects in a matter of seconds.

"This guy... is insane!"

No words could describe the feelings of those present. If Nicholas had killed one Celestial Dragon, the World Government might have hesitated to act due to his strength. But now, with multiple Celestial Dragons dead, Nicholas had completely torn apart any semblance of diplomacy with the World Government.

Their fear reached its peak. Nicholas didn't fear the World Government or the Celestial Dragons, so their lives meant nothing to him.

Many silently vowed that if they survived, they would tell their kings never to provoke Albert Nicholas.

Witnessing Onassis Saint's death, the CP0 members had only one thought left: they must not let Nicholas and his ally leave Mariejois alive.