The Great Voyage Begins with the Celestial Dragons

The Valley of the Gods has a very close relationship with Figaland, much like the Kingdom of Gaja is to Don Quixote.

The Figarand Pirates were once at their peak, but declined after the God Valley Incident. Later, Korin became the commander of the God Knights, Garp became famous after his battle with Roger, and the Rocks Pirates fell apart, with members such as Kaido, Whitebeard, Shiki, and Big Mom going their separate ways.

That battle involved at least a dozen generals and near-generals, and it shocked the entire world.

"There's a chance, but it's more likely an open conspiracy. After the Rocks Pirates become the rulers of the New World, their only target will be the World Government, and God Valley will be their only option," Olvia analyzed rationally.

"Yes, God Valley is the only option..."

Luther sighed softly, gazing at the Kingdom of Jaya on the map with a somewhat complicated expression.

Compared to back then, the Kingdom of Jaya has once again become the only choice for those madmen and the Five Elders.

If the Kingdom of Jaya is destroyed, or rather, if Olvia, Luther's right-hand woman, is eliminated, the entire Don Quixote family's power will be severely damaged.

From this point on, Don Quixote will no longer pose any threat to the Five Elders.

"Your Highness, there will be no major chaos for the next few years."

Olvia shook her head. Given the current state of the world, things are unlikely to descend into chaos anytime soon.

The New World has not yet reached saturation, and the Five Elders' plan to balance pirates and the Navy is only halfway through.

When the right opportunity arises, it will be time for both sides to engage in a full-scale confrontation.

At that time, the whole world will become the battlefield where Don Quixote clashes with the Five Elders.

"The timing of chaos is not up to others to decide. This time, we should also take advantage of Joey Boy's momentum."

Luther smiled and glanced at the Goa Kingdom in the East Sea.

It appears to be an internal conflict between him and the Five Elders, but he still holds a trump card.

Overturning the table is unlikely, but the Five Elders have held power in the World Government for many years, so he can only find another way to break the deadlock.

......

The Holy Land, the Five Elders' Conference Hall.

"The little Don Quixote has been quite restless lately."

Boom! ! !

Inside the solemn and majestic hall, the dull thud of a cane striking the ground could be heard.

Satan sat on a single sofa, his eyes indifferent:

"The Nika Fruit disappeared without a trace along with the Figarand family brat. Luther was thinking too simply."

"How do you know that the Don Quixote boy didn't do it on purpose? Maybe the Nika Fruit is in his hands."

The agricultural god, Pit, sat opposite Satan, his hands supporting his chin, and spoke casually.

"Ha, that's impossible. You know the Nika Fruit has its own consciousness, and it won't be obtained by people like us. Even if that brat from the Figarand family gets his hands on it, he definitely won't be the one to eat it in the end."

The Legal God of War, Vocuri, chuckled and refuted Piet Saint.

"That kid is not to be underestimated. His strength is developing rapidly. He recently took a dangerous person from Level 6. He deserves our attention."

Wearing a dark blue suit, with long, straight white hair and a long beard, Maz Saint stood straight behind the sofa and spoke expressionlessly.

“His intentions are far from simple; I just don’t know which of us he wants to bring down.” Satan’s expression flickered.

He interacted most with Luther and could vaguely discern the latter's ambition.

"In any case, this is a family matter between us. Let's use the world as a chessboard and fight it out."

Nass Juro Sei, the financial martial god, spoke calmly; he was the most composed of the group.

"Heh, that's true. That little guy is developing fast, but he's still not as good as the Vinsmoke family a hundred years ago. With just the Kingdom of Jaya, along with the Don Quixote Trading Company and Mermaid Island, he's still too green to take action against us." Maz Saint smiled and stroked his beard.

These five individuals not only occupy the highest positions in the World Government, but each also possesses corresponding power or influence within their own families.

It's no exaggeration to say that Luther is still too naive in their eyes.

Of course, even with their intelligence, they could only learn about half of Luther's forces.

It wasn't that the World Government was incompetent in intelligence gathering, but rather that they were in such a high position that they didn't pay much attention to some minor matters. In addition, given Luther's identity, some things were kept secret.

"I'm actually looking forward to it. It's been so long since we've had any competitors."

Piet Saint's lips curled into a cold smile, his stern face appearing utterly indifferent.

The world has been peaceful for so many years, and they have only focused on stability, which is quite boring.

Now that there's Luther, it's a good opportunity for them to get some exercise and have some fun, which is a nice change of pace.

From beginning to end, they never believed they would lose.

Their prodigies and successors, like Luther, had seen far too much of this.

But the younger generation will always be the younger generation, and no one can oust them from their positions until they are willing to step down.

Chapter 285 It's hopeless

In the New World, the dilapidated flamingo pirate ship sails the seas, seemingly at risk of sinking at any moment.

"Fufufufufu! We've finally arrived at our dream destination!"

Doflamingo, his body wrapped in numerous bandages, leaned against the side of the ship, pointing a finger at the distant island, while rubbing his forehead with his other hand and letting out a triumphant laugh.

At this moment, in the Kingdom of Dressrosa, a unique kingdom protected by a giant rock barrier, two figures stand on the edge of the rock barrier, which is tens of meters high, at the border of the kingdom.

A burly man held a huge pink umbrella, and the blazing sun cast large shadows beneath it.

In the shadows, a woman with long, cherry-pink hair, dressed in a pure white dress, was as elegant as a flower in early spring.

A tall, imposing man held up a huge pink umbrella, and in the shadows stood a graceful figure in a white dress.

She was petite, with cherry-pink hair flowing over her shoulders like water. Dressed in a pure white dress, she resembled a fairy strolling through her own garden, pure yet possessing a touch of royal nobility.

"Commander Scarlett is nothing but a loser, not worth your attention."

The man spoke in a deep voice, his gaze fixed on the distant flamingo pirate ship like that of a hawk.

Scarlett chuckled, a hint of amusement in her voice:

"Hehehe, Cyrus! How can we not welcome a friend who has come from afar?"

The smile on her lips was innocent yet mysterious, but her beautiful eyes sparkled with a mischievous and expectant light.

"Ha, Doflamingo, the clown of the underworld..."

Cyrus snorted coldly, his words carrying a hint of disdain for Doflamingo.

He entered the gladiatorial arena in his early years to avenge a friend, and eventually gained his freedom with a 100-win streak. However, because of his status as a murderer, he still chose to stay in the gladiatorial arena.

During his 1999-fight winning streak, he participated in a private fight hosted by Scarlett.

Thus, the Dresden bullring lost a thousand-win gladiator, and Scarlett gained a loyal bodyguard.

"Hehe, if it's a clown, then it should put on a grand show to entertain the audience."

Scarlett's lips curled slightly. As the Flamingo Pirate Ship approached, she leisurely turned around and walked into Dressrosa.

"Come on, Cyrus! It's time for afternoon tea, and I don't want to ruin my good mood for him."

"Yes, Commander Scarlett."

Cyrus bowed slightly, holding the large umbrella and following Scarlett closely to ensure that the sunlight did not shine on Scarlett's fair skin.

He was deeply impressed by King Riku's kindness when he was still in the arena.

If he respected King Riku, then he felt more awe towards Princess Scarlett.

This is a true genius. Although he lacks King Riku's benevolence, he understands people better and is more like a leader. However...

A beautifully crafted royal carriage slowly drove by on the bustling streets of Dressrosa.

Scarlett sat in the carriage, the scenery outside the window like a flowing painting. Flowers bloomed on both sides of the street, spring-like all year round, their rich fragrance wafting into the carriage and blending with the perfume inside. This was one of the symbols of the royal capital of Dressrosa—the ever-present fragrance of flowers.

Besides floral scents, Dressrosa also has two other fragrances, which are known worldwide as the three great fragrances of Dressrosa.

On the streets, a bustling market attracts tourists from all directions. Vendors loudly hawk their wares, and the enticing aromas of various delicacies blend harmoniously with the fragrance of flowers. Passersby stop, drawn in by the tempting smells, and can't resist buying a few more items.

This is the second aroma, the aroma of food.

Besides the fragrance of flowers and delicious food, there is another scent that is equally hard to ignore: the perfume worn by the passionate women of Dressrosa. Dressed in colorful dresses, they walk through the streets and alleys, leaving behind elegant figures and their unique perfumes.

The carriage travels between these three scents, as if traversing a colorful and enchanting kingdom of fragrance.

Scarlett squinted, inhaling the fragrance in the air, a hint of intoxication on her face.

Seeing how much Scarlett loved Dressrosa, Cyrus's face showed worry.

Scarlett was undoubtedly a good leader, but not a good king.

He also remembered the words Scarlett had said that had impressed him when they had ridden together in a carriage:

"Look how beautiful Dressrosa is, it's like the most magnificent dowry that heaven has prepared for me!"

That was the first time Cyrus had seen Scarlett exude a youthful energy befitting her age, but her wild words sent a chill down his spine.

It's not that I'm afraid of a princess being in love, it's that I'm afraid of a princess who is in love and also has great abilities.

Even he didn't know where Dressrosa would lead under Scarlett's guidance...

He doesn't even know who Scarlett's crush is.

All that is known is that for that man, Scarlett was willing to give up her carefree life as a princess and choose to become a commander under his command.

This is also the origin of his initial name for Scarlett.

The carriage quickly entered the palace, and a dark-haired, wheat-skinned girl saw Scarlett alight from the carriage and rushed over, lifting the hem of her black skirt.

"Sister, afternoon tea is ready."

The young girl lifted her skirt and bowed, her gaze towards Scarlett filled with admiration.

"Violette, thank you for your hard work!"

Scarlett smiled and stroked the girl's black hair, then walked indoors under the shadow of Cyrus's umbrella.

"Really, my sister still cares so much."

Violet pursed her lips, glanced at Scarlett who didn't want to be in the sun, and quietly followed behind her.