#493 - Chapter 493: A sharp turn for the worse and a continuous rise

Meanwhile, on the battlefield of Elbaf, the situation took a sharp turn.

With the arrival of a squad of ‘Pacifistas,’ the entire battlefield was instantly brought under control.

These ‘Pacifistas’ came in various forms, some as massive as giants, others as light as cats, all exuding a chilling aura.

They ruthlessly ravaged the battlefield, lasers swept across the surroundings like dazzling rain, leaving a scorched earth wherever they went, and the air filled with the acrid smell of burning.

The giants of Elbaf, who had been close to victory, saw their hopes shattered once again, the roars of warriors and cries of pain mingling together, echoing across the land like an ancient dirge.

However, even the most tenacious will could not withstand the cold and precise killing machines that were the ‘Pacifistas,’ and the giants were repelled one by one, their lines collapsing.

The once proud nation of giants had now become a brutal slaughterhouse under the oppression of these mechanical monsters.

High in the treetops, Kuma and his companions held their breath, hiding in the dense foliage, coldly watching the turbulent battlefield.

Behind Kuma, a Revolutionary Army soldier asked nervously in a low voice, "What should we do? At this rate, the resistance of the giant kingdom will completely collapse."

Kuma's gaze darkened slightly, his eyes flashing with a deep sense of powerlessness.

They had indeed arrived too late, and everything before them was beyond their control.

The number and power of the ‘Pacifistas’ far exceeded expectations; these machines were not merely tools for suppressing resistance, but a symbolic suppression of the entire giant kingdom.

"We cannot turn the tide by ourselves," Kuma said in a low voice, his tone one of calm reason.

Despite the anger and desire to fight burning within him, he knew that this was not the time to act rashly.

"Continue to hide and wait for an opportunity."

Complex expressions appeared on the faces of his companions, their hands unconsciously tightening around their weapons.

The wind howled through the treetops, rustling the leaves, as if mourning for this ancient kingdom.

Kuma's gaze pierced through the layers of leaves, watching the distant battlefield, which was illuminated by the lasers of the ‘Pacifistas,’ like cold beacons piercing the night.

He felt a faint sense of unease in his heart; these agile ‘Pacifistas’ were not merely slaughtering on the battlefield, their appearance and the fall of Elbaf might just be the prelude to a deeper conspiracy.

Topman Warcury Saint stood on a high platform in Elbaf, looking down at the battlefield that had gradually calmed down.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes revealed an emotionless indifference.

This battle was just a sideshow; he had no interest in the giants of Elbaf, nor did he have any pity for the fall of the giant kingdom.

To him, all of this was just a pawn on a chessboard, enough to achieve a deterrent effect.

"Clean up the mess," he coldly ordered the members of the God's Knights beside him, then turned around, no longer looking at the corpses and burning ruins scattered everywhere.

The wind howled in his ears, carrying the smell of gunpowder from the battlefield, but he simply raised his hand and tightened his cloak, as if those cries of despair had nothing to do with him.

Before leaving, his gaze lingered in the air for a moment, staring at the end of the distant horizon, which was where he was truly concerned—the Holy Land of Mary Geoise.

As far as he was concerned, this drama in Elbaf was just an attempt, and the real stage was in Mary Geoise, the heart of the World Government, the meeting place of all power and conspiracy.

"I'll leave this place to you."

"Be sure to handle it beautifully for me!"

He waved his cloak and strode away, his steps firm and composed.

"Yes!!!"

The God's Knights behind him had already begun to take over the cleanup of the battlefield, and the ‘Pacifistas’ were still patrolling everywhere, completely crushing any attempts at resistance.

Topman Warcury Saint's figure gradually disappeared into the smoky sky, like a ghost, coldly and ruthlessly vanishing on this devastated land of Elbaf.

In his heart, the situation in Mary Geoise was the top priority.

With the continuous emergence of resistance forces and the gradual shaking of the world order, Topman realized that this would be a crucial moment to determine the course of history.

He had to return to the center of power and ensure that he remained invincible in those layers of conspiracies and calculations.

His departure was without any hesitation, and the sense of control over the situation made him feel pleased.

As a member of the Celestial Dragons, he considered himself to be high above the world, and this war and the calculations behind it were just tools he used to consolidate his power.

The turmoil in Mary Geoise might be the most exciting stage for him.

There, he also had a goal he had always looked forward to, and more secrets waiting to be revealed.

Topman Warcury Saint's figure gradually faded away, leaving behind a mess of Elbaf.

In this land once full of warrior spirit, only the cold mechanical sounds echoed.

With Topman's departure, his thoughts had already flown to the Holy Land thousands of miles away, where the complexities were far more intricate and attractive than the smoke of Elbaf.

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Above the high walls of Mary Geoise, the Five Elders' figures were hidden in the dark corners.

In the white mist-shrouded Holy Land, the smell of gunpowder mixed with blood permeated the air, and the tragic sounds of fighting continued to come.

"Kill!"

"Take Mary Geoise!"

"Capture the Five Elders alive and become superior people!!!"

"......"

The pirates' offensive was like a tide, seemingly taking the initiative in the battle, their roars echoing in the air, and the sharp swords and gunfire intertwined to create a picture of life and death.

However, at the highest point of the Holy Land, the Five Elders' gazes did not fluctuate in the slightest, as if this chaos had nothing to do with them.

"It's really curious," Shepherd Ju Peter Saint, clad in a black robe, slowly opened his mouth, his voice carrying a hint of cold mockery, "Are the motivations of these pirates really that simple? Or is it that someone has arranged everything in advance?"

Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro Saint slowly walked to the window, his gaze coldly fixed on the battlefield below.

Although the pirates had the upper hand in the situation, they did not deliver a truly fatal blow, as if their power was being guided by some invisible hand, merely playing a role in a play.

"Let them be complacent," he said softly, "These fools really think they have a chance to capture Mary Geoise."

The Five Elders knew in their hearts that the pirates' fanaticism was just a disguise, a means of creating chaos for the real mastermind behind the scenes.

Although they seemed to be at a disadvantage, with their defenses precarious, this was precisely the trap they had carefully planned.

Every defensive retreat, every deliberately exposed flaw, was just to lure out the person who was truly manipulating things in the dark.

"As expected, these guys' methods are far from enough." Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro Saint stroked the long sword in his hand, the blade reflecting his cold eyes, "The real enemy never exposes themselves so easily. They must still be hiding in the deeper darkness."

At this moment, every confrontation on the battlefield, every inch of land contested, seemed to become "evidence" in the eyes of the Five Elders.

They were like a group of ruthless hunters, patiently waiting for their prey to reveal their true weaknesses.

Even if the pirates had the upper hand, all of this was just a foolish struggle in their eyes; what they really wanted was not to stop the pirates' attack, but to uncover the hand hidden in the dark behind this incident.

"We will know," Topman Warcury Saint said in a low voice, his voice full of deep calculations, "No matter who the mastermind is, no matter what strength they have, no matter how they lay out the situation, they will eventually reveal themselves."

They exchanged a glance with each other, and they already had an understanding in their hearts.

These pirates were just a group of pawns; the real game had not truly begun.

The Five Elders never underestimated their enemies; on the contrary, it was precisely because they had some vague guesses in their hearts that they chose to wait and see.

They wanted to make the situation even more chaotic, to completely expose the enemy's cards, and then they would strike, delivering a fatal blow.

The smoke outside the window still permeated the air, rivers of blood flowed on the ground of Mary Geoise, and the pirates' shouts of killing were still deafening.

However, all of this, to the Five Elders, seemed to be just some inevitable "performance," a carefully designed drama; they watched coldly, not in a hurry to take action, waiting for the real mastermind to push themselves to the center of the stage.

"Let them fight, the more chaotic the better." Jaygarcia Saturn Saint pushed the door open and walked in, a sneer appearing on the corner of his mouth, "When everything settles down, the World Government will still stand tall. We just need to temporarily use this chaos to dig out that real enemy."

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