Chapter 410

Watching Saint Saint Saiwen Saints' retreating figure, the Five Elders felt a mix of emotions, especially Satan, who felt everything before his eyes was so illusory as to be almost unreal.

Counting the years, it has been only a mere seven years since Saint Saint Saiwen Saints set sail.

Saint Saint Saiwen years is but a fleeting moment in history.

Yet Saint Saint Saiwen Saints went from the Morning Star Pirates, initially with only two members, to overthrowing the World Government, and finally being crowned the King of the World ruling the four seas.

If seven years ago, someone had told the Five Elders:

"The World Government, which has ruled the world for eight hundred years, will eventually be overthrown by Luo Jie's crew's cook," the Five Elders would absolutely have laughed their teeth off.

Joie Boy, David Jones, Luo Jie, and Rocks all failed to do it; you expect a cook to succeed?

Even jokes have their limits.

But reality,

happened just like that, coldly and cruelly.

Satan only regrets not treating Saint Saint Saiwen Saints better back then; if only it could be heavy again, Satan would choose Saint Saint Saiwen Saints!

Who could have thought that Saint Saint Saiwen Saints could not only ignore Imu's Devil Contract but also unite the Marines, the Revolutionary Army, the Four Emperors, and the remnants of Luo Jie's crew into a single force?

Regret filled Satan's heart.

However, when Satan saw Garin supporting the frail Lin in the cell, staring longingly at Saint Saint Saiwen Saints' retreating figure, Satan's mood instantly improved greatly.

"Stop looking, Garin."

"As long as Shamrock stays obediently by Saint Saint Saiwen Saints' side, the Figarland family will not die out, unlike us..."

Hearing this, Garin became tough.

"You five are going to die out?"

"Hahahaha."

The Five Elders looked at Garin as if he were an idiot: "Did you forget that descendants born from Holy Land heirs and women from the lower world are usually sent to the original kingdoms of the Twenty Kings?"

"We naturally have descendants too; it's just that they can no longer enjoy the glory and wealth."

Teasing Garin was the Five Elders' last joy.

Fortunately, Saint Saint Saiwen Saints was merciful, ordering Garin to accompany them to death, so that even after death, they could continue to tease Garin.

Meanwhile, outside the heavenly prison.

Shamrock hesitated for a moment, then chose to tell Saint Saint Saiwen everything at once about the whereabouts of the Holy Land's non-pure-blood descendants.

Since he has become Saint Saint Saiwen Saints' Head Guard, he must completely bid farewell to the past; only then can he welcome true rebirth.

"Do they know their own identities?"

Shamrock shook his head.

"To ensure the purity of the Celestial Dragon descendants' bloodline, non-pure-blood descendants are sent to the original kingdoms of the Twenty Kings immediately after birth."

"I see." Saint Saint Saiwen paused: "Since they never enjoyed the power of the Celestial Dragons, naturally they do not need to bear the responsibilities of the Celestial Dragons."

"Keep an eye on their movements; if the people around them do not give up..."

Saint Saint Saiwen spoke only half the sentence, but Shamrock already heard the implied meaning.

If they remain well-behaved, they can live out their lives in peace; but once they harbor improper thoughts, then it will be up to him, the Head Guard, to act personally.

Of course, it might also be a natural-born killer acting.

"I will watch them every single moment."

"By the way." Saint Saint Saiwen suddenly thought of something: "Tomorrow, take Gunzi to Alabasta; her... family is waiting for her there."

Gunzi and Shamrock, though their Devil Powers were reclaimed, were the only two members of the God Knights not executed.

One is Shanks' older brother, the other is Brook's old friend.

After all, they are all connections.

"Alright." Shamrock nodded.

He understood that Saint Saint Saiwen Saints did not want him to witness personally: the scene of Garin being publicly executed.

For the scum father who personally killed his mother, Shamrock felt only bone-chilling hatred, not a shred of pity.

The next day at noon, one day before the World Conference.

The scorching sun hung high in the sky, making the Sky City shine even more brilliantly, like a divine realm.

The white ground reflected blinding golden light, and the towering spires pierced the clouds; a gentle breeze blew, yet it could not dispel the grim and serious atmosphere hanging in the air.

A public execution destined to be recorded in history awaited the end of the old era.

Morning Star's Third Elder Master Tenghu, Marine Fleet Admiral Sengoku, and Revolutionary Army Leader Dragon jointly presided over the execution on site.

All members of the Morning Star crew except Saint Saint Saiwen, Marine hero Garp and other mid-to-high-ranking officers, Revolutionary Army commanders, Whitebeard Pirates, Flying Pirates, Beasts Pirates, and others all arrived.

And the kings attending the World Conference watched.

The execution platform was built on the square in the center of the Holy Land, towering in front of the viewing stand, facing the global live broadcast cameras.

The global live broadcast was handled by Morgans, president of the United Kingdom People's Daily.

On the viewing stand, Lei Li and Xia Qi stood together, their expressions somewhat shocked.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally by the construction workers, the execution platform for the Five Elders was completely modeled after the execution platform in Loguetown where Luo Jie was executed.

"Luo Jie..."

At this moment, Lei Li had the same thought as most people on the Great Sea: Luo Jie was born at the wrong time.

If only he had waited seven more years.

Just wait seven more years, and he would see the day when Luo Jie's junior, Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen Saints, overthrew the World Government and was crowned King of the World.

Pity, Luo Jie did not live to see this day arrive.

Accompanied by the heavy sound of chains being dragged, the Five Elders and Garin were brought up.

The five had long lost their former dignity,

The hands that once held the world were bound tightly behind their back by coarse and heavy Sea Prism Stone chains; not only were their steps unsteady, but their figures were also hunched.

The weakness from having their demonic power drained yesterday was now made even more obvious by the scorching sun.

Garin followed behind them, equally wretched; the arrogance on his face had vanished completely, leaving only the terror of death on his deathly pale visage.

Garin did not want to die; Garin wanted to live.

But he could see neither Saint Saint Saint Saiwen nor Shanks, and not even Shamrock was present.

To whom could he beg for mercy?

Admiral Sengoku of the Marines, Dragon the leader of the Revolutionary Army... they would surely be eager to carry out the execution with their own hands.

The six knelt on the execution platform, their backs forced straight, facing the square, facing countless broadcast lenses, facing the entire world.

Master Tenghu stepped forward, speaking word by word, syllable by syllable.

His voice, amplified through radio waves, resounded across heaven and earth, making the accumulated sins of the Five Elders and Garin over the past few centuries public one by one.

Including but not limited to:

Tolerating the World Nobles trampling on all living beings, viewing commoners as livestock, erasing the history of the Void Century, manipulating governments, slaughtering dissenters, launching the Buster Call, and poisoning the four seas...

Master Tenghu spoke for a full half hour.

But when Master Tenghu saw the thick volume of crimes, he could only conclude by listing each and every one, their number too great to be recorded on bamboo slips.

"Execute!"

Six executioners holding long blades stepped onto the execution platform; at this moment, the Five Elders finally showed a trace of emotion.

Satan looked up at the sky; in his eyes there was no fear, only endless absurdity and unwillingness.

They had held the world for eight hundred years, once believing the World Government was destined by heaven; they had not been defeated by Joy Boy, nor by Nika Nika, yet they had fallen to the cook of Luo Jie's crew.

Truly shameful.

The long blades rose, the cold light mingling with the bright sun; the blades fell. There were no earth-shattering roars, only the sound of sharp blades entering flesh.

And on the viewing platform, the monarchs watched the Five Elders' heads roll, their suppressed gasps of horror audible.

The once arrogant Five Elders had all become sacrifices for the new order under the gaze of the multitude.

Did people like them still have a chance?