Luffy, how can you become the Pirate King if you don't work hard!

Luffy pulled back his fist and walked back, asking curiously.

Rayleigh adjusted his glasses, and his gaze behind the lenses became somewhat profound.

That's not a memory I want to recall.

“It was those guys from the Knights of God. They were really active back then, always causing trouble for us, especially after Roger found some crucial clues,” Rayleigh said.

Luffy was somewhat surprised: "Rayleigh, you had a conflict with those Celestial Dragons a long time ago?"

Rayleigh nodded and said, "We've dealt with them many times, in skirmishes and ambushes. So we've figured out some of their weaknesses and weaknesses."

"It's an attack imbued with Conqueror's Haki?"

"It is essentially true, but not entirely."

Chapter 394 Elite? I'm going to take on the elite!

Rayleigh offered an explanation.

The basic principle is correct: using Conqueror's Haki to entangle and attack can more effectively penetrate the bodies of the God Knights, who seem to be empowered by some kind of force, causing real damage and intense pain, and can significantly slow down their abnormal regeneration ability.

The key is that the attack must be sustained at a high intensity.

Only when the opponent has completely lost their will to fight and their ability to recover can a fatal blow be delivered.

At this point, Rayleigh recalled the God Knight who was cut down by Luffy in Impel Down.

He glanced at Luffy. "Of course, for opponents like yours at Impel Down, the difference in strength between the two sides is too obvious. It would be best to kill them with one blow or completely defeat them in a short time."

But in most cases, it will be a war of attrition.

Rayleigh did not elaborate on why the Knights of God frequently attacked the Roger Pirates.

This involves Shanks's background.

He didn't intend to say anything more.

When discussing the Knights of God, the conversation naturally extends to the World Government.

"Luffy, you need to be careful of the Five Elders."

Rayleigh's tone became more serious. "Those five old guys are not just bureaucrats sitting at the pinnacle of power issuing orders; each of them possesses extremely terrifying strength."

"Hehehe, of course."

The Golden Lion laughed loudly, "Making such a commotion, treating the Celestial Dragons like pigs to be slaughtered, and even taking down one of their knights, how could those old monsters hiding behind the scenes sit idly by? They must have been eyeing you for a long time! However,"

He patted Luffy on the shoulder, full of arrogance, "So what if they're watching me? I was also closely watched back then, and I still managed to cut down whoever I wanted."

If you're strong enough, you can cut down as many as come!

Through their back-and-forth conversation, Luffy learned more about the massive machine that is the World Government.

Intelligence agencies like CP9, which we encountered on Enies Lobby, are just the tip of the iceberg.

It also has several other sequences, such as CP0-CP8, each with different functions.

The Five Elders are supreme beings who stand above all else and represent the will of the world.

The Knights of God, on the other hand, are composed of the strongest warriors selected from among the Celestial Dragons; they are an elite force exclusively belonging to the descendants of the Creator.

Elite?

Luffy curled his lip, his face full of disdain.

He played the elite!

He felt a deep-seated disgust for the Celestial Dragons and had absolutely no good impression of them.

As for the Five Elders?

Let them come if they dare.

Hmph, I'll make sure they never leave alive!

Just then, Jinbe's voice came from the lookout:

"A naval warship has been spotted ahead! Judging by its type, it's a frigate responsible for patrolling the waters surrounding the Gate of Justice."

"Oh, oh, oh, just in time!"

Luffy's eyes lit up, and he ran to the bow of the ship, grinning from ear to ear, "The key to the Gate of Justice has been delivered to my doorstep!"

A black dot appeared on the distant horizon.

It was a naval warship, heading towards Marineford.

The naval flag flew high on the warship, standing out prominently in the sunlight.

"Should we take it?" Jinbe asked.

“Of course, let’s go straight there.” Luffy grinned.

The Going Merry charged straight toward the warship.

The naval warships had obviously spotted them and immediately sounded the alarm.

But when the sailors on the warship saw the flag of the approaching ship, everyone's expression changed.

The Straw Hat Pirates!

And on that ship next to it is... Rayleigh, the Dark Lord?

Shiki the Golden Lion?

Jinbe, the knight of the sea, and a Pacifista... no, that's the prototype!

"Quickly, report to headquarters!"

The major general's voice was trembling.

Who wouldn't tremble when faced with this lineup?

However, it was too late.

Luffy stood at the bow of the ship, extending his hand towards the warship.

Rubber pistol!

He crossed a distance of hundreds of meters and suddenly placed his hand on the deck.

Then it flew over.

"Hey, hello everyone."

Luffy grinned, showing his large white teeth, and greeted the large group of marines in front of him.

Why are you even saying hello? Who's that friendly with you?

At the same time, the golden lion floated over and kicked the cannonball in the sky.

Lion Valley!

Rayleigh didn't make a move; he just stood there, but his invisible intimidation left the navy on the warships without the courage to resist.

In less than five minutes, the navy on the warship was completely rendered combat ineffective.

Then Luffy packed him up and threw him into the ship's cabin.

......

Marineford, this is the Naval Headquarters, or rather, the former Naval Headquarters, since the new Naval Headquarters has moved to the New World.

The war took place in Impel Down, and Marineford suffered little damage, remaining majestic and magnificent.

The white buildings gleamed in the sunlight, and flags fluttered in the wind in Plaza de Oris.

The atmosphere today is slightly different from the solemn and somber atmosphere of the past.

A briefing session for the public and journalists is being held in the square.

A rear admiral passionately recounted the Navy's determination to establish a new Marineford in the New World, outlining a blueprint for thoroughly eradicating pirates and upholding absolute justice.

"The glorious traditions of the Navy will not be extinguished by a single setback!"

On the podium, a middle-aged junior admiral spoke with great passion: "We will establish a new Marineford in the New World and confront the pirates head-on! Justice will prevail!"

A large crowd had gathered below the stage, including family members of naval personnel, ordinary citizens, and reporters from various newspapers.

This was part of a propaganda offensive orchestrated by the Warring States marshal, aimed at stabilizing public sentiment.

Using public opinion has become a weapon of the navy.

They need to show the world.

Despite setbacks, the navy remains strong and trustworthy.

The speaker was surrounded by reporters, their cameras and microphones pointed at the podium, flashes going off constantly.

Pope Rolland, a senior journalist for the World Economic Herald, was also in the crowd.

Unlike her colleagues who frantically pushed forward to ask questions, she seemed somewhat distracted, her gaze constantly scanning the sea outside the harbor, as if waiting for something.

Her fingers unconsciously rubbed the special Den Den Mushi hidden under her clothes.

"The Navy's elite forces are about to clash head-on with pirates from the New World, reshaping the order. This will be the main news story for some time to come."

A familiar reporter noticed Roland's unusual behavior and leaned over to whisper, "Aren't you going up there to grab a headline? Didn't the editor-in-chief give you any tasks?"

The World Economic Herald is a major newspaper.

Roland shook his head and whispered, "No."

That was not her mission objective.

She looked up again at the gloomy sky that seemed about to collapse, and couldn't help but feel a little doubtful.

In this kind of weather, will the almost absurd message that the president secretly passed on to her really come true?

Why would that person choose to come here at this time and in this manner?

Just as she was thinking this, a rapid alarm suddenly sounded from the port watchtower!