The natural system started off strong, but the navy finally reached its peak!

Doflamingo collapsed on the deck. Although he had narrowly escaped death, the terrifying aftershocks of Gorn's "Divine Spear" still left him severely injured.

His chest heaved violently, bloodstains remained at the corner of his mouth, and his pink feather coat was badly tattered.

His sunglasses were also shattered, and the one eye that was exposed was bloodshot and filled with the trembling of surviving a close call.

Corazon had an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth and wore the comical clown makeup on his face, but a subtle, complex emotion lurked deep in his eyes.

He plopped down directly in front of Doflamingo's head, practically straddling his brother's head, and said in that deliberately hoarse, deep voice...

"That was a close call, Dover."

You almost really died.

Doflamingo lay on the deck, and from this angle, only his younger brother's back and the hem of his black feather coat could be seen.

He struggled to turn his eyes upwards, looking at his younger brother's figure, though his posture was extremely awkward and even somewhat humiliating.

But at this moment, he felt no dissatisfaction, but rather a twisted excitement and...gratitude.

"Fufufu... Fufufufufu!!!" Doflamingo suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter broken and hoarse due to his injuries.

But it was filled with mockery and glee, “Gern! ‘Skyquake’ Gern! Hahahaha! He definitely didn’t expect this! He absolutely didn’t expect this!”

He laughed so hard he could barely breathe, coughed a few times, and then continued, "He must have thought his invincible vibration ability could crush everything!"

But he overlooked one crucial point! He miscalculated my dear brother! He miscalculated your Silence-Silence Fruit ability!

“Silence…that’s just right to counteract his vibrations!” Doflamingo’s voice was filled with ecstatic joy that fate was on his side.

"This is fate! You were destined to return to my side, destined to help me!"

At this moment, Doflamingo's thought process had completely fallen into the trajectory that Guern had predicted.

He wouldn't even question whether Corazon's timing was too coincidental.

They wouldn't even ponder whether the Silence Fruit could truly neutralize that level of attack so perfectly.

He would only think that this was a miracle brought about by the blood ties between brothers, and that fate had favored Donquixote Doflamingo!

It's important to know that during the time after Corazon voluntarily returned to the family, Doflamingo, due to his inherently suspicious nature...

He had been secretly investigating Rosinante's experiences in the years after he left him, although Sengoku and the Navy had done a good job of being discreet.

He didn't find any substantial evidence, but a lingering, vague doubt remained.

However, after that truly life-or-death moment, Doflamingo completely forgot all his doubts!

Faced with that earth-shattering attack, and under the killing intent of that Marine Admiral who dared to kill even Celestial Dragons...

Aside from blood relatives, who else would risk their life to save him?!

Only his brother! Only him, Don Quixote Rosinante!

Doflamingo lay beneath his brother, feeling the exhaustion and excitement of surviving the ordeal, his trust in Corazon reaching an unprecedented peak.

He even felt that this was the greatest significance of God sending his younger brother back to his side.

Save him in his most dangerous moment!

Corazon, his back to Doflamingo, listened to his brother's laughter, filled with trust and ecstatic joy, and his lips, pursed slightly, held a thin cigarette.

The clown's expression was incredibly complex, showing a sense of relief at the success of the mission, a hint of reluctance, but mostly a firm resolve.

The plan... was a success.

However, this success came at the cost of his brother's unconditional and distorted trust in him.

The small boat, carrying the two brothers with differing thoughts, slowly sailed towards the direction of Upside-Down Mountain.

Chapter 308 They can only obey the commands of 'God'.

Several days later, in a bustling island town in Beihai

Gern sat comfortably at the entrance of a coffee shop, then pulled out a small Den Den Mushi.

The Den Den Mushi connected quickly, simulating an angry expression while wearing glasses.

"Moshi moshi~ This is the hardworking and capable G-10 base commander and Admiral Gern of the Navy Headquarters, who has successfully completed his mission. May I ask if this is the dear Fleet Admiral Sengoku?" Gern said to the Den Den Mushi in an extremely exaggerated tone.

As soon as he finished speaking, Sengoku's suppressed rage roar came from the other end of the Den Den Mushi, so loud that even Hawkeye next to him frowned slightly:

"Gern!!! You bastard! What trouble have you caused me this time?!"

News from the North Sea says there has been a large-scale destruction on Diaz Island, and there are even eyewitnesses who saw you!

Didn't you say you were just going to 'help out a little'?!

This is your 'slight'?! What exactly did you do?!

Gren held the Den Den Mushi a little further from his ear, picked at his ear, and said nonchalantly, "Hey, Marshal, don't get so worked up. You're getting old and have high blood pressure. Didn't I complete the mission perfectly?"

"Perfect?! Perfect my ass!" Sengoku was so angry he almost smashed the Den Den Mushi. "I told you to secretly protect Rosinante, not to destroy her base!"

The entire North Blue underworld is in an uproar! That kid Doflamingo is definitely terrified. This has alerted them and could affect our plans later, don't you understand?!

"Relax, relax~" Gern waved his hand as if Sengoku could see it, "The plan has not only been unaffected, but has gone surprisingly smoothly."

I did exactly as you instructed, 'slightly' displaying the majesty of a naval admiral, and incidentally boosted your precious adopted son's favor and trust levels by a huge margin.

Doflamingo is probably treating his brother like his savior now, and it's working wonders!

"You..." Sengoku was speechless for a moment, choked by this nonchalant attitude.

He took several deep breaths to forcefully suppress his anger, and asked through gritted teeth, "You didn't do anything to Doflamingo, did you? He is..."

“I know, I know~ ‘Former Celestial Dragon,’ ‘Future Shichibukai candidate,’ right!” Gern interrupted him, his tone flippant.

"Don't worry, he's perfectly fine. He might have just had a 'minor' fright and needs a change of pants. I'm very careful with my hands."

"You have a sense of propriety, my foot!" Sengoku didn't believe him at all. "And what's this all about? Why does the report say Crocodile was there too? And that you had a conflict with him? What's going on here?!"

“Oh, that sand crocodile?” Gern shrugged. “I happened to run into him doing business with a flamingo, and I didn’t like him, so I beat him up.”

Too bad that guy's made of sand; he slipped away pretty quickly. What? Is he also an important asset of the World Government? Can't we beat him up?

Sengoku on the other end of the Den Den Mushi was clearly so angry that he could hardly breathe, and a series of panting sounds came through: "Gern! You...you better be serious!"

You get back to G-10 right now! Immediately!

"Stay put in the new world! Don't leave the base without my orders! Do you hear me?!"

"Hey~ I know~ What a nagging old man." Gern picked at his ear, responding casually.

"The signal's bad, I'm hanging up now, Marshal, bye~"

After saying that, without giving Sengoku another chance to roar, he slammed down the phone.

Gern casually stuffed the Den Den Mushi back into his pocket and shrugged at Hawkeye, who was standing next to him with a speechless expression.

"Done! See, I told you the old man has a sharp tongue but a soft heart. A few words of scolding and he's fine."

Hawkeye: "So, going back?"

"Why go back? We've finally managed to get out here, and Beihai is so close to the East China Sea."

I'm planning to visit an old friend in Orange Town in the East China Sea. She should have retired from the Navy and be raising her child by now...

........

Meanwhile, in the New World, on the edge of the G-10 base's sphere of influence, lies the Kingdom of Jacques.

This non-World Government member state was penalized because it flew the flag of "Natural Disaster" Gern.

They were able to enjoy a rare period of peace and development in the chaotic new world. At this moment, however, a tense and oppressive atmosphere permeated the port of the royal capital.

A ship flying the flag of the World Government slowly approached the shore; its hull was noticeably more ornate and sturdy than that of ordinary warships.

The old king of the Kingdom of Yakro, along with a group of ministers, had been waiting respectfully and anxiously at the dock, his forehead covered with fine beads of sweat.

Surrounded by numerous CP agents dressed in black suits and with expressionless faces, a figure slowly emerged from the ship's cabin.

This person was exceptionally tall and imposing, wearing a well-tailored black cloak reminiscent of the Inquisition.

He wore a bizarre white mask resembling a sheep's head and skull, which covered his entire face, revealing only a pair of cold, emotionless eyes.

He wore a badge on his chest that symbolized supreme power and privilege—the emblem of the Knights of God!

The divine rider stood there silently, and the invisible pressure he exerted made the old king and his ministers almost unable to breathe.

At this moment, a leading CP agent stepped forward and, in a completely emotionless tone, addressed the respectfully bowing old king.

"King Jacques, we have received news that your country has a princess who is famous for her beauty."

Now, a nobleman from the world has taken a liking to her; this is an honor for your kingdom. Bring her out immediately and accompany us to the Holy Land of Mary Geoise.”

Upon hearing this, the old king trembled slightly, his face showing a mixture of distress and fear.

He cautiously raised his head, forcing a humble smile, and pointed to the "Catastrophe" banner fluttering in the wind atop the capital's city walls, adorned with ripples of vibration.

"Esteemed... Your Excellencies... We are deeply grateful for the favor bestowed upon us by the world's nobles... but... but..."

Our Kingdom of Jacques is now under the protection of Admiral Gern of the Navy. Look at this flag... This matter is of great importance.

"Perhaps I should consult with the G-10 base first, to avoid any misunderstandings..."

"Bang!" Before the old king could finish his humble words, a sharp gunshot rang out!

Without warning, the CP agent pulled out a pistol and fired a single, precise shot through the old king's thigh!

"Ugh!" the old king screamed, collapsing to the ground in agony, his robes instantly stained crimson with blood.

The surrounding ministers gasped in fright and immediately knelt down, but none of them dared to step forward to help them up.

The CP agent coldly blew away the smoke from the muzzle of his gun, his tone filled with disdain and contempt:

"The Navy? What are they? They're nothing more than watchdogs under the World Government!"

He pointed his gun at the World Government flag fluttering on the ship, then at the old king groaning in pain, his voice icy cold: "Look carefully! We represent the World Government!"

You Jacques aren't even a member state of the World Government! Your existence is meaningless!

It is your greatest honor to offer a princess to serve the Creator!

If you dare utter another word, the next bullet won't be going through your leg!

The instant he finished speaking

"Boom!!!" A blazing, azure lightning bolt descended from the sky without warning!

It struck the flag flying high on the World Government's official ship with perfect precision!

The flag was instantly ignited by the raging lightning, turning into a blazing fireball that burned to ashes in just a few seconds, even shattering and breaking the flagpole!

"Who goes there?!" The CP agents were shocked and immediately drew their guns, looking around warily.

The member of the Knights of God's gaze, hidden behind his mask, also sharpened slightly as he looked up at the city walls of the royal capital.

At the top of the tallest tower in the capital, beneath the enormous "Cataclysmic Disaster" banner, a figure had appeared out of nowhere.

He has extremely long earlobes, is shirtless, has a magical magatama drum on his back, and wears loose white pants on his lower body.

He sat languidly on the flagpole base, one hand resting on his knee, the other supporting his chin.

He was looking down at the crowd on the dock with eyes that showed no respect whatsoever, as if they were looking at ants.

It was Enel, the "god" who was ordered to stay behind at G-10 and be responsible for patrolling the surrounding area.

Enel yawned, picked at his ear with his finger, and said in an extremely annoyed tone.

With an impatience as if his peace and quiet had been disturbed by the noise: "It's so noisy, a bunch of Qinghai bugs."

His gaze swept over the divine rider wearing the sheep bone mask without the slightest fluctuation, as if he were merely looking at a strange object.

"Sorry~" Enel drawled out, speaking lazily in the distinctive Skypiea accent, but the meaning behind his words was undeniably domineering.

“These people below are subjects who have voluntarily believed in ‘God’ (me) and have received the protection of that troublesome fellow (Gern).

He gave a thumbs-up and casually pointed to the "Natural Disaster" flag fluttering behind him.

“So…” Enel’s gaze suddenly sharpened, and dangerous blue-white arcs of electricity began to crackle around his body, emitting a sizzling sound.

"They can only obey the commands of 'God'."

Chapter 309 Gods Cannot Be Killed