NOVEL NEXT Chapter 347: I Advise You to Remove That Hand
God's Knights... Commander!?
At the sound of that title, Ginny's pupils shrank to pinpricks.
Staring at the silver-haired man with a warm smile standing before her, she felt a chill run up from the soles of her feet, shooting straight up her spine and making her scalp prickle.
As the Freedom Fighters' top intelligence eavesdropper and a firsthand witness of the God Valley Incident, she knew more about the World Government and the Celestial Dragons than most on the sea.
The God's Knights—one of the most secretive military forces under the World Government—were an elite unit composed entirely of Celestial Dragons, with the authority to judge even their own kind.
Their primary duty was to preserve the dignity and dominance of the royal order, and protect its rule.
If the Celestial Dragons were the gods of this world, then the God's Knights were the noblest of those gods.
And the man before her—the Commander of the God's Knights—was the strongest among them.
"So that's why... No wonder you wield such power and influence, enough to leak critical intel on purpose..."
Ginny was silent for a few seconds before speaking in a hoarse voice.
"To capture the Eastern District Commander of the Freedom Fighters, that price was worth it."
Saint Michael pulled out a pristine white handkerchief and wiped the blood from his face, smiling faintly.
"With the support of the North Blue Fleet, the Freedom Fighters have grown too quickly. In just one month, you've already toppled two governments."
"What really disgusts me, though..."
He cast a glance at the corpses on the ground, and the grim, hate-filled faces of the few remaining Freedom Fighters.
"There's something I should see in you... something that should be embedded in the hearts of human insects. But it's not there."
Ginny responded coldly,
"Humans aren't insects. Each of us is a free individual."
"—That look in your eyes. That's what I mean."
Saint Michael let out a sigh, almost in disappointment.
"Fear. The fear of the World Government and the Celestial Dragons. That fear took centuries to root in the hearts of you insects... yet I don't see a trace of it in any of you."
He raised his gun and pressed it to the forehead of a Freedom Fighter—then pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Bang!
Blood sprayed into the air, but just before it could touch Saint Michael, it was stopped by an invisible barrier of force.
"How terrifying... Centuries of domination and the fear it instilled, undone in just a single month."
Shaking his head, he pointed his gun at another fighter.
Bang!
Another one dropped to the ground, glaring at the Celestial Dragon with bitter hatred as the twitching in his body slowly ceased.
"Just look at those stupid eyes..."
Saint Michael fired at the corpse's head again.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Only when the skull was riddled with holes, face unrecognizable, did he finally lower his weapon. A CP agent stepped forward respectfully, handing him a bullet, which he reloaded without care.
"They know it's hopeless, yet they waste their days like fools, shouting about 'revolution,' 'change,' 'freedom,' 'equality'—empty, ridiculous words—and rushing toward death without fear."
He drew his gun once more.
Bang!
"It's baffling, really. If they just accepted their place, obeyed the gods, they could live peaceful lives... It's so simple, yet they refuse to understand."
Bang!
"Do they not realize how merciful and generous we've been to them?"
Bang...
With each word, the silver-haired Celestial Dragon pulled the trigger again, executing another Freedom Fighter.
He could have wiped them all out in an instant with a single attack.
But he didn't.
He chose the most traditional, the most primitive, and—to him—the most elegant method: execution by gun.
With his authority, he could've ordered his subordinates to do it.
But he didn't.
He chose to do it himself.
As if it were a special... habit.
By the time he was done, only Ginny remained alive on the blood-soaked coastline.
"So, have you changed your mind now?"
Saint Michael pressed the scorching muzzle of his gun to Ginny's forehead, smiling as he asked.
The wind abruptly stilled.
Ginny looked at the confident expression on the Commander of the God's Knights—and suddenly, she laughed.
"You said you couldn't see fear in human eyes, but I find that strange..."
Her smile slowly turned mocking.
"Because I see fear in yours."
"What are you so afraid of? What is it that terrifies you? The collapse of eight hundred years of tyranny? That the gods might no longer reign above?"
Michael's smile faltered for a brief moment.
He stared at the taunt on Ginny's face, and his body suddenly trembled. A rush of provoked rage swept through him.
"I've changed my mind."
He lowered the revolver.
"Miss Ginny, I won't kill you."
The smile on the Commander's face remained gentle, his gaze so tender it was as if he were staring at a lover.
"You're not afraid of death. In fact, for you, death would be a relief."
"It doesn't matter if you refuse to tell me where the Freedom Fighters' headquarters is. I'll find it eventually."
"I admire you. You're sharp—too sharp. You actually dared to provoke a god... That's good. Very interesting."
He reached out and gently brushed her hair, smiling as though in affection.
"I'll show you something far more terrifying than death."
Ginny sneered.
"Oh? And what could possibly be more terrifying than death?"
Michael chuckled softly.
"Of course there is. I'm going to make you into a noble, supreme god. I'm going to make you a Celestial Dragon."
Ginny's expression changed.
The Celestial Dragon's smile deepened, his words like blades driving into her chest.
"I'll make you part of everything you despise. I'll grant you unmatched fame, wealth, status, and power."
"Didn't you want to overthrow the World Government? Destroy the rule of the Celestial Dragons?"
"But what if you became one of them?"
Ginny's mind reeled, and she clenched her jaw.
"Not even you have that kind of authority!"
"Oh no, I do."
Michael smiled slyly.
"I'll marry you."
"Imagine your fellow Freedom Fighters—your comrades, your allies—watching one of their own surrender to power and luxury. What do you think they'll feel?"
"And that fiancé of yours... that Buccaneer remnant named Bartholomew Kuma. What do you think he'll do when he sees you marry a Celestial Dragon?"
Ginny froze, as if struck by lightning. Her mind went blank.
Michael's grin widened at the sight.
His fingers, still tangled in her hair, slowly drifted toward her cheek...
Suddenly, a deep, heavy voice broke the silence.
"I advise you to remove that hand."
Michael blinked in surprise, then chuckled as he turned around, clearly intrigued.
"What, is this where the hero saves the damsel—"
He didn't finish.
His expression shifted.
A massive, gloved fist filled his vision, rapidly growing larger in his pupils!
It belonged to a simple, stoic face—now contorted with blazing fury.
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