NOVEL NEXT Chapter 047: He Killed a Five Elder
A monster is called a monster—for good reason.
Here stood no mere beast, but a force of nature.
Never flash your teeth at such a creature—or you will pay dearly.
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The blond Five Elder's aura intensified sharply, surpassing even Admiral-level power.
As the energy swirled violently around him, veins crackled with golden lightning—a sign his Conqueror's Haki had fused with physical force.
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From among the Celestial Dragons below came cheers:
"All hail the Five Elder!
Strike down that monster!
Prove who truly rules this world!"
"He dares harm a 'descendant of gods'?
No—bind him. Make him my slave!"
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Watching their champion crackling with power, the Dragons regained their courage—forgetting all earlier terror.
The Elder himself flushed slightly with pride, though he had originally planned to stall until hearing from Imu-sama. Now, thrust by these worms into the spotlight, he could only grit his teeth and summon every ounce of power—fiery purple lightning crackling around his fist.
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"Dominion Fist!"
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BOOM! BOOM!
Dark energy, electric purple, surged from his punch like a raging torrent—rushing toward Ghidorah.
Below, the Dragon nobles trembled—bladder quivering in awe, adrenaline skyrocketing.
This… this is godlike power.
"Kill him! Kill that monster!" came the roar from one Dragon.
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With that cry, the plaza erupted. All Celestial Dragons watched, certain that the beast would be consumed by the wave.
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Then—a chilling snort.
"Tch."
"Pathetic… descendants of gods?"
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Glancing downward, the onlookers beheld a sight unforgettable:
A massive golden tail swept aside buildings, and in a thunderous arc, struck the blond Elder squarely.
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"Thunk!"
Rocks flew. Blood sprayed in crimson mist.
The once‑worshipped Elder— Fallen like fragile tofu.
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"He's dead… a Five Elder… he's dead…"
A stunned whisper swept across Pangea Castle.
Sprawled, dust‑filled plaza—the Dragons erupted in chaos, shrieking in disbelief.
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"Unbelievable…"
"A Five Elder—stronger than any Admiral—taken out with a single tail strike!"
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Meanwhile, Morgans, camera blazing, captured every shocking moment. He didn't flinch—thrilled by the magnitude of the scoop.
For him, this was sheer journalistic euphoria.
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To the world, Five Elders symbolized not just authority—but the dignity of the Celestial Dragons and over a hundred allied nations.
And now—two had just been slain.
This was no mere humiliation.
It was total annihilation.
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Earth trembled as Ghidorah's massive form descended further into Pangea Castle.
Chaos reigned. Dragons fled toward the towering center of the city where Imu-sama resided.
Imu—their leader, their deity.
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Buildings crumbled; walls collapsed; dust roared like a sandstorm.
Charlos Saint collapsed to his knees, shaking.
Beads of terror glistened in his wide eyes.
"How... how can this be?"
"Even Five Elders can't defeat him?"
"What—has this world become?"
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He gazed helplessly at the monster crushing buildings and his kind, destroyed beyond hope.
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Then—a roar erupted through the chaos.
A neutral‑toned scream, powerful enough to halt everyone.
Instinctively, all eyes darted toward the central tower—
The inner chamber of the Celestial Dragons—where Imu-sama sat.
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Within that sanctuary, news of the fallen Elders stunned the remaining three. Not all Elders were strong—but the two strongest lay dead.
Imu-sama, upon hearing the news, froze.
He had never witnessed such brazen recklessness.
Five Elders represented not just rule—but his own image and legacy.
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He stood, furious.
"Ghidorah!"
"Wretched monster… why have you come here…"
His word trailed off as he vanished from the throne chamber—
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Ghidorah advanced across Pangea Castle with each step—an apocalypse underfoot.
The earth ripped; Dragons were trampled beneath his titanic weight.
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By his boot lay Charlos, pants ruined, staring in hopeless terror.
He shut his eyes—bracing for pain that never came.
When he timidly opened them again—Ghidorah's foot hovered inches away.
Relief washed through him.
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But then—the foot slammed down, scattering blood mist as Ghidorah rose upright once more.
Three reptilian serpents now towered; their golden eyes flashed dangerously.
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For centuries Imu-sama had known that inevitably this day would come.
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Finally:
A black‑cloaked figure appeared atop the distant central tower.
Silence stretched between them.
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"You should never have come here," came a mid‑tone voice from the figure.
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"Why?" Ghidorah's voice was mocking, amused.
"IMU," he said.
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"Because this place no longer belongs to you," came the cold reply.
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"Doesn't belong to me?"
Ghidorah laughed.
"I gave this city its name!"
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"And yet you desecrate it?"
"Desecrate?"
"I simply refuse to allow garbage to pollute my domain."
"If they won't respect it—then I'll destroy it."
He scanned the trembling Dragons below with his golden gaze.
Killing intent shone in his eyes.
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