The reason why many people consider the God's Knights to be of low value is because they seem to get injured too easily.
No wonder they earned the flattering title of "God's Entertainment Troupe."
Looking at everyone in the world of pirates, there are actually very few who have suffered external injuries.
Especially among the top powerhouses, it seems only Whitebeard, Red Hair, Kaido, Kuzan, and Garp have shown obvious external injuries.
Among them, the two scars on Kaido's body became proof of Oden's strength.
Red Hair's injury is even more outrageous, making people feel that Sea Kings are truly terrifying creatures, perhaps they really have taken down 56 Four Emperors.
Among the others, even Akainu, who was beaten until his face was covered in blood during the Marineford War, actually had no exposed wounds on his body.
In contrast, the God's Knights and the Gorosei have suffered far too many injuries.
It's unclear whether they prefer to tank damage, relying on their immortality, or if their combat experience itself is simply lacking.
The Gorosei have been cut into several pieces, and Somaz was almost minced into stuffing.
In short, the ones who always get beaten the worst are these guys with immortal bodies.
Just then, several waves of Conqueror's Haki swept across the battlefield, and the two sides, originally in fierce combat, instantly froze.
The air suddenly became as thick as blood.
The shouts of battle, the roar of flames, the clash of weapons... all sounds seemed to be sucked away in an instant. The Slave warriors remained frozen in their charging postures, some even falling directly.
The pressure of the Haoshoku gradually extinguished the flames around the battlefield, and Lindbergh's technological equipment even sparked with electricity.
Even Christopher and Monkey D. Dragon couldn't help but look up.
Inside the alternate dimension, Blake threw a strawberry pie into his mouth:
"Is this a fusion of Conqueror's Haki?"
"Is it a special technique?"
"Or is it due to some special connection between them?"
In the distant dust, five figures loomed.
Instantly, one of the figures transformed into a streak of light, traversing the battlefield.
The Slave formation was instantly broken. St. V. Nusjuro stood among the crowd, slowly sheathing his sword:
"Garling, you've delayed too long."
Seeing this awe-inspiring arrival, Blake almost choked on his strawberry pie:
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Stella quickly offered a cup of Blake tea. Blake gulped it down, feeling a little better:
"Good heavens, an Alpha strike almost solo-killed me!"
Stella didn't understand what Blake was saying, but her virtue was obedience. She merely took out a handkerchief and wiped Blake's wet collar.
The other four Gorosei followed closely.
Saturn leaned on his cane and slowly said:
"Do we even have to personally clean up the trash?"
Garling was quite embarrassed by their words.
After all, the God's Knights are known as the Celestial Dragons' strongest fighting force, yet they couldn't even take down Christopher's private army composed of Slaves, which was truly a bit shameful.
But his broken arm had not fully recovered, and he looked rather miserable.
At this point, anything he said would sound like an excuse, so he simply pretended not to hear.
The Gorosei didn't care about Garling's reaction; they were just expressing their dissatisfaction. What was most important now was to eliminate the troublemakers in the Holy Land first.
Mars scanned the battlefield, his eyes filled with contempt, as if looking at insects.
His gaze finally settled on Monkey D. Dragon:
"Monkey D. Dragon, your father was at least a respectable Marine..."
"Yet you willingly associate with Slaves. You disappoint us greatly."
"Still so high and mighty..."
Monkey D. Dragon sighed, his trench coat flapping in the impact of the Conqueror's Haki, his voice as steady as a rock:
"Compared to 'respectably' kneeling before you, I truly prefer to walk with freedom."
"Incorrigible!"
Mars cursed, then took a few steps forward, only tens of meters from Christopher.
This distance, for a top powerhouse, was an instant arrival.
Yet Mars showed no concern. He looked at Christopher with a serious expression:
"Christopher! The blood of the Creator flows within you!"
"We all know about the conflict between you and Garling, and we thought it was just a youthful impulse."
"Regardless, you should never betray your own kind."
Christopher was silent for a moment, then raised his head:
"You ask me why I betray my kind?"
"Because I have seen the truth of 'God'!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the Gorosei all showed expressions of shock.
Even Blake in the alternate dimension couldn't help but sit up straight:
"This guy has seen Imu?"
"Then I can't let him die so easily."
"Maybe I can find a way to extract some truth."
However, before they could be shocked for long, Christopher continued:
"On Sabaody Archipelago, you put collars on three-year-old children..."
"In the laboratory, you turn mixed-race infants into living weapons..."
He gripped his long sword tightly, his knuckles turning white, and the space entangled around the blade intensified:
"Every drop of blood spilled on the ground tells me..."
"This is simply not what 'God' should be like!"
"Sigh..."
Blake leaned back.
He thought this guy was going to reveal some earth-shattering secret.
Turns out it was just the same old stale matters.
Mars also relaxed. Earlier, he was afraid that the other party would reveal the secret of Imu in front of so many people.
Composing himself, Mars continued:
"Come back, Christopher, we don't care about the kindness in your heart."
"As long as you are willing to help us slay these rioters, we can pardon your sins."
Upon hearing this, a subtle flicker of vigilance appeared in Monkey D. Dragon's eyes.
Although he felt that the Gorosei's words were purely meant to deceive Christopher, it was not impossible for the other party to actually be tempted.
Garling, who was still recovering, frowned. Just as he was about to say something, he heard Christopher laugh loudly:
"Hahahahaha... Pardon?"
He slowly raised his long sword, pointing it at Mars:
"And then, like the Slaves you pardoned, become minced meat in a laboratory?"
Monkey D. Dragon suddenly laughed loudly:
"That's right!"
"Eight hundred years, and you still only know this one trick!"
"First, you kidnap with family and emotion, then you use deception and armed threats."
His Conqueror's Haki transformed into a Blake thunderstorm:
"Unfortunately, we are not those allied nations who died kneeling!"
Christopher also took a step forward, his Conqueror's Haki also erupting:
"Exactly! Your old tricks are long outdated!"
Warcury's mustache trembled continuously:
"In that case, let the Holy Land..."
"Add a few more corpses!"
The Gorosei's forms gradually began to change, and five monsters, as if from hell, appeared before everyone.