Just as the entire world was once again swept up in huge waves by the Beast God Pirates, with countless confident strong fighters eagerly heading toward Tottoland for the tournant's lavish rewards...
The already spacious main square of Whole Cake Island in Tottoland had beco even more expansive.
With Shiki's Float-Float Fruit ability assisting, Pica used remnants of the Golden Ship to add a large landmass extending from the square toward the port.
And within a short ti, they had neatly organized it all.
On this massive square asuring eight kiloters in length and width, they had erected a brilliant golden fighting stage completely forged from gold!
This was the work of Tesoro, the Gold-Gold Fruit user.
He could freely manipulate the shape of gold at will.
If he wanted to create golden structures, he only needed to think it, and the problem would be solved effortlessly.
Speaking of which, Tesoro—who once held a grudge against Bullett—had now joined Bullett's Devil Legion and beco his deputy.
The vast land was crisscrossed with roads extending in all directions.
To allow the audience a clear view of the battles, the Donquixote Family, with their decade-long expertise in managing the Dressrosa Colosseum under Doflamingo's leadership, was rapidly constructing an even larger ancient arena.
With the help of Tesoro, Crocodile, Shiki, and others, this magnificent, unprecedented super-colossal arena was rising from the ground at a breathtaking speed!
The one-kiloter-long and wide golden fighting platform was suspended in mid-air at the center of the arena by Shiki's ability.
Doflamingo greatly admired Shiki's power, praising it as an ability born to captivate attention.
He nad the arena "Mirror of the Sky," and the platform "Light of Glory."
"Fufufufu, from now on, this place will beco the Holy Land in the hearts of the world's strongest! It will be the cradle that nurtures the powerful!"
Doflamingo hovered in the air, gazing down at the massive arena below.
For a mont, it felt as if he had returned to Dressrosa, and his heart swelled with emotion.
Thinking about how he had been toppled from his pedestal by two brats, his thoughts began to drift.
"That brat Law seems to have beco a puppet. Yesterday, I saw him following behind Caesar, just like Redfield and Kuzan. As for Straw Hat Luffy... that guy is currently sweeping through the Four Seas, clearing out pirates. Seriously... I can't figure out what he's trying to do. Has he joined the Marines?"
"Fufufufu, or is he trying to fully awaken his 'Drums of Liberation' by liberating the Four Seas? Huh? That might be possible!"
As he pondered, he suddenly noticed a large crowd approaching in the distance, escorting two prison carts.
With sharp eyes, Doflamingo imdiately spotted the conspicuous figures of Caesar and Kaido among the crowd.
He quickly descended to the ground and walked toward them.
When Doflamingo saw the prisoners inside the carts, the corners of his mouth curled into a mocking, radiant smile.
"Fufufufu, look who it is! Isn't this our great Creator, descendant of gods, the master of this world—the Celestial Dragons?"
Doflamingo's sarcastic voice quickly caught the attention of the old and young prisoners in the carts.
Saint Roswald rushed to the bars of the prison cart, reaching out and shouting at Doflamingo.
"Doflamingo! It's you! Save , save us! I can give you many benefits! Yes... that's right! I can recomnd to the Gorosei that you return to Mary Geoise and beco an exalted god once more!"
Doflamingo looked at Saint Roswald, whose face was stained with filth, expression deranged, and eyes bloodshot. His smile grew wider and brighter.
Finally, it erupted into uproarious laughter!
"Fufufufu, fufufufu! Beco an exalted god once more... is that it?"
He placed a hand on his forehead, laughing so hard his entire body trembled, as if he couldn't catch his breath.
"What a trendous offers, fufufufu."
Hearing Doflamingo's laughter, a glimr of hope appeared in Saint Roswald's eyes.
Although he felt disgust towards Doflamingo, the disgrace of the Celestial Dragons, Saint Roswald knew that perhaps only this man, who skillfully navigated between pirates and the World Governnt with such tolerance, could save him and Charlos.
However, Doflamingo's next words made Saint Roswald's face change.
Doflamingo removed his hand from his forehead, his sharp gaze piercing through his fiery red sunglasses.
"No need! I do want to reach the summit and beco the supre god! But... not through your charity. Instead, I will storm Mary Geoise, bury all you old 'gods', and use your corpses to build my throne.
Today, your blood will be used to consecrate this magnificent structure. Fufufufu, it will be your honor!"
"No! Stop! Doflamingo!" Saint Roswald's eyes nearly burst from their sockets, his hands gripping the bars as he trembled wildly like a madman.
Snot-nosed Charlos stuck his butt out, squeezing his ugly face through the gaps in the bars, spewing filth incessantly.
"You lowly commoners, how dare you insult the gods! The Marine Admirals will not spare you! You'd better release us imdiately, or else I'll have the World Governnt destroy this place, annihilate your entire clans, and wipe out your countries!!!!"
Charlos's curses and screams failed to evoke any sympathy or fear from the crowd.
Instead, his hysterical, grotesque display elicited varied expressions from the people surrounding the prison cart—anger, mockery, scorn, and disgust, each in their own asure.
Caesar glanced indifferently at the two clamoring Celestial Dragons.
He had already probed their mories and found nothing of importance.
Their minds were filled with nothing but the indulgence of various desires day after day, with no serious pursuits to speak of.
From afar, the busy Shiki flew over and lowered the floating golden platform with a wave of his hand.
"Jihahaha, are we going to sacrifice these two idiots? I like it!"
Shiki let out a hearty, bizarre laugh, terrifying Saint Roswald so much that his legs trembled, nearly scaring his soul out of his body.
"Morgans! Start the worldwide broadcast. I want the world to see what kind of creatures their so-called gods are." Caesar spoke calmly.
"Leave it to , boss! Hahaha, this is my specialty."
The bird-headed, foolish-looking big news Morgans, wearing a sly grin, nimbly climbed onto the golden platform.
He placed four live broadcast Den Den Mushi on the golden pillars at each corner, aiming them at the center of the platform.
Caesar waved his hand, and Doflamingo hurried forward with a weird laugh, grabbing the wailing Saint Roswald and Saint Charlos and tossing them onto the golden platform.
Then he soared into the air, pulling out a microphone from who-knows-where, as if he had been prepared all along.
Whoosh!
Doflamingo landed between the two disheveled Celestial Dragons, gripping the microphone in his right hand.
He took a deep breath, then suddenly threw his head back and let out a strange cry.
"Trash of the entire world! Watch closely—even the gods are no different from you worthless commoners!"
He alternated his feet in a tap dance, spinning gracefully as his flamingo-feathered crimson cloak billowed behind him, extending a single finger.
"Today, let us witness how two gods transform into beasts for survival!"
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