NOVEL NEXT Chapter 470: Total Declaration of War!
Detailed and precise analytical reports were clearly laid out before him, their dense grids of data, simulations, and expert recommendations making one's scalp tingle. It was evident this wasn't a report hastily thrown together in a short time! The World Government had made extensive preparations to deal with Rogers Daren's North Blue Fleet.
"This is truly unexpected..."
Doflamingo chuckled softly as he examined the detailed reports in his hands, his sunglasses glinting with shifting light. He casually glanced at Stussy, who remained completely expressionless, her face still adorned with that faint, seductive smile, showing no signs of unease whatsoever.
Tch, that hypocritical woman... She really knows how to put on a front.
Doflamingo sneered inwardly, his defiant, mocking smirk growing more pronounced.
"So it seems you old men are quite wary of that fleet called 'invincible,' huh..."
He lifted his head, his gaze fixed on the Five Elders with a half-smile.
Saint Saturn sneered:
"Don't jump to conclusions, Doflamingo. The North Blue Fleet is far from deserving the title 'invincible.'"
"The North Blue Fleet's airships have obvious weaknesses. While they boast strategic mobility, the government's scientists have concluded that their cruising speed is quite slow."
"The primary threat posed by the North Blue Fleet doesn't lie in its mobility, nor its firepower, but in the fleet's very stealth."
He raised a finger, pointing toward the sky.
"The unpredictability of when and where the North Blue Fleet strikes is what makes it so intimidating."
Doflamingo sneered:
"So, what's your point?"
Warcury replied calmly:
"No need to rush. After spending so much time and effort, we finally had the Intelligence Analysis Department compile this report. Naturally, we've made the necessary preparations."
"This report reveals that Rogers Daren's ambition to challenge the government's rule has been developing for quite some time."
"He began exploiting every means available to take control of North Blue's tax revenues, using it as a solid financial foundation to build his own naval force. In terms of personnel selection, he started training recruits from the younger generation, investing over five times the standard naval budget to secure absolute loyalty from his subordinates."
"The more we scrutinize the details, the more we uncover Rogers Daren's obsessive need to create his own personal military force—a fixation that goes beyond just a thirst for power."
He narrowed his eyes, his aged gaze flickering faintly beneath the light of the oil lamp.
"It feels as if—"
Blond-haired Saint Peter coldly finished his sentence:
"…he foresaw his war with the government long ago and has been meticulously laying the groundwork for years."
At these words, both Doflamingo and Stussy's eyes flickered slightly.
"And within the tactical command structure of the North Blue Fleet, its hierarchy is simple and clear, with a well-defined chain of command. But this also means that the fleet's command core is entirely dependent on one individual: 'Raichu' the Momonga."
Saint Saturn nodded, continuing:
"This is especially true when it comes to the fleet's energy supply, which is heavily reliant on the Momonga himself."
"Therefore, we have already established our tactical strategy for dealing with the North Blue Fleet."
A chilling smile spread across the faces of the Five Elders in unison.
"To resolve the North Blue Fleet's issues, we don't need to target the fleet itself. We just need to eliminate its tactical command and energy supply core—Momonga."
As the words echoed, a cold wind swept through the Hall of Power, carrying with it a palpable sense of murderous intent.
"Pfft... Easy for you to say. That guy's a Goro Goro no Mi user. With his super-high-speed movement, even you old geezers might not stand a chance against him."
Doflamingo let out a mocking, sinister laugh.
The Five Elders frowned in unison.
This brat, Doflamingo, had an attitude that was truly irritating.
Suddenly, Stussy stepped forward, her gaze locking onto Doflamingo-sama. Her voice was cold and sharp as she spoke.
"Doflamingo-sama, since the Five Elders have made such a judgment, they must already have corresponding contingency plans in place."
Doflamingo retorted with displeasure:
"Stussy, you're hardly qualified to question me, are you?"
His fingers curled involuntarily, twitching with tension. With each movement, something razor-sharp seemed to cut through the air, emitting a shrill, piercing screech.
Stussy's lips curled into a cold smirk. Sharp fangs emerged from the corners of her mouth, and crimson light flashed in her eyes.
Where their gazes met, sparks seemed to fly, their hostility laid bare.
A clash of wills.
"Enough."
Saint Saturn's hoarse voice cut through the tense atmosphere in the Hall of Power.
Eerie black flames surged across his wrinkled hands, making his expression appear unnervingly sinister.
"Now is not the time for infighting. No matter how deep your past conflicts and grudges run, they must be laid to rest completely."
"You are all core figures of the government now. Every action must be centered on safeguarding the government's interests."
Doflamingo smiled, his fingers slowly relaxing.
"Very well. I'll grant you old men this favor."
Stussy took a step back, her head bowed as she replied:
"We obey your orders, sirs."
Saint Saturn nodded, then turned his gaze to Doflamingo, continuing:
"This inauguration ceremony presents a crucial opportunity."
"Beyond sharing personal reflections, Saint Garling will formally announce his first mission as the newly appointed Commander of the God's Knights to the entire world during the ceremony—taking advantage of all Member Nations representatives being present."
"He will declare a full-scale extermination campaign against Rogers Daren and the North Blue Fleet!"
At these words, both Doflamingo and Stussy's eyes narrowed sharply.
"You mean..."
Doflamingo stared at the Five Elders, his expression shifting between anger and suspicion.
"Precisely."
The Five Elders smiled faintly.
"This is... the final ultimatum."
"And..."
"—a declaration of all-out war!"