Chapter 301: The Revolutionary Army's Dream

Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, old man Garp was actually hitting it off with that female pirate from the Whitebeard Pirates.

"Bwahahaha... So you're Ace's friend, and your old man happens to be Kaido!" Garp sat flat on the stone plaza, clapping his hands and laughing so hard tears nearly spilled from his eyes.

For Kaido's daughter to actually join the Whitebeard Pirates was... simply beyond astonishing!

"Grandfather, let me correct you! Ace is indeed my friend, but that rotten old bastard is NOT my father—we have zero connection anymore!"

"Eek!" Garp blinked in surprise before bursting into boisterous laughter once more.

"BWAHAHAHA... Excellent! Well done, girl!" Garp offered his unreserved praise.

Watching the exchange, the entire Straw Hat Pirates couldn't help but facepalm in unison.

Praising someone for cutting ties with her father—classic Garp...

"SO COOL! Luffy's granddad is awesome!" A certain individual—or rather, a certain reindeer—stared at old man Garp with eyes glittering like bright golden stars.

"Hey, hey, hey, Chopper, what part of this is 'cool'?!" Usopp muttered helplessly, watching Chopper's idolizing expression.

This entire family operated without using a single brain cell, yet it was precisely this trait that made them authentically true to themselves.

Their captain, Luffy, was the absolute quintessential example.

For Yamato to break away like this meant she had truly escaped her living hell.

"AAAAAH! SAVE ME!!" A piercing, pig-like shriek suddenly shattered the air.

The crowd turned their heads to see the four Celestial Dragons bound securely within a concentrated localized hurricane, carried high into open airspace.

Every Marine and World Government agent who had attempted to intercept the winds had been forcefully repelled!

Yet Dragon's subsequent move caught everyone off guard. Raising his arm, he placed the four trapped World Nobles directly before his chest, before casting a calm, sweeping gaze across the entire battlefield.

"All forces on this field... CEASE FIRE!"

"Huh...?" A wave of bewildered murmurs passed through the ranks as the Revolutionary Army forces gradually pulled back into tight, organized formations.

Zero strategists on the field could decipher Dragon's intent. To guard against any unexpected strategic maneuvers, the Marine ranks instinctively coalesced into dense defensive blocks.

"Every soul across these vast seas assumes the Revolutionary Army exists for the sole purpose of opposing the World Government, yet that is fundamentally incorrect. Our objective has been singular from the very beginning, and that is..."

"To drag the World Nobles—the Celestial Dragons who have placed themselves above all living beings for eight hundred years—PERMANENTLY OFF THEIR DIVINE PEDESTAL!"

A collective gasp echoed across the plaza below. Among the Marines, some expressed confusion, others harbors suspicion, while some sneered in contempt...

Yet every single soldier listened intensely to Dragon's address. The Revolutionary Army officers stood with grave expressions, their eyes filled with unyielding hope.

Their Supreme Commander was giving voice to the long-cherished dream shared by every single one of them before the entire world.

To join the Revolutionary Army, to plunge oneself into the roaring tide of a grand revolutionary cause, to cast aside everything one possessed—all to purchase a future of genuine peace and prosperity for generations to come.

Every soldier in the Revolutionary Army had emerged from the oppressive shadows of tyranny across different kingdoms. They had been deeply moved by Supreme Commander Dragon's ideological vision.

They held an unshakeable belief that a world where all people stood equal, free, and secure was genuinely achievable.

The vast majority of them sought no personal reward, nor did they expect to live to see that peaceful era; their only dream was ensuring their children and descendants could live in safety and dignity.

"Drag the Celestial Dragons off their divine pedestal?" A mocking voice sneered from the crowd. "With just you lot?"

Every eye tracked the voice—it originated from a CP0 agent.

"Gahaha! Exactly! You think a bunch of subversives like you can drag us down?! Can't you see the absolute military apex of the World Government massed on this field?!" Hearing the agent's remark, the Celestial Dragons regained their arrogant confidence.

When the crowd turned to gauge Dragon's reaction, the Supreme Commander acted as though he had heard absolute zero, resuming his address with grave intensity: "For centuries, the Celestial Dragons have abused their status as World Nobles to treat every living human on this planet as their personal slaves, leaving a trail of endless, agonizing weeping across the seas..."

"To curry favor with them, corrupt rulers have treated human lives as mere dust, stoking darkness not only within this glittering Holy Land of Mary Geoise, but across franchised kingdoms globally!"

"The hidden atrocities lurking beneath the surface defy description—countless children stripped of their parents, husbands losing their wives and daughters, women torn from peaceful, happy families..."

"What is the absolute root cause behind all of this destruction?! I have asked myself this question countless times!" Dragon's tone grew heavy and solemn. The chaotic, violent war zone gradually fell into a quiet, breathless hush.

The Marines—who were already suffering severe physical and psychological fatigue—welcomed the sudden lull in combat, allowing Dragon to proceed with his address uninterrupted.

In fact, a significant number of Marine officers found themselves involuntarily absorbed in the question Dragon had posed.

Suddenly, Dragon unleashed a fierce, thunderous roar: "IT IS THE ARISTOCRACY!"

"Because nobles believe they are inherently born superior, they refuse to allow those beneath them to stand as equals!"

"The dark rot of society is routinely masked by those commanding power—and those wielding power are almost exclusively aristocrats!"

"A decaying, foul society and an aristocratic system that shackles ordinary human beings represent the absolute foundation of global darkness!"

"TELL ME... WHAT EXACTLY ARE YOU FIGHTING FOR?!"

Dragon's voice was not exceptionally loud, yet it struck directly at the core of every human soul on the field. Even seasoned Vice Admirals instinctively posed that exact question to themselves.

The answer was immediate for the Revolutionary Army subversives—they fought for a peaceful, prosperous era!

A future of absolute freedom and equality!

What... what am I actually fighting for?!

Justice! We Marines fight for absolute justice! That was the default, reflexive thought that surfaced in every Marine's mind.

Yet in the very next heartbeat, a wave of profound self-doubt began to erode their conviction.

Justice... What IS justice?

Their tactical objective on the Holy Land of Mary Geoise was indisputably clear: shield the Celestial Dragons residing in the rear.

For human trash of that caliber, they had sacrificed countless comrades. If those sacrifices held genuine meaning, they could charge forward without a shred of hesitation to uphold their convictions.

But... where is the meaning?!

They couldn't see a single trace of it!

They were intimately familiar with the true nature of the Celestial Dragons.

Abducting maidens, slaughtering innocents, devoid of basic human morality—scum among scum who lacked the most fundamental ethical boundaries.

Today, they had witnessed the raw reality of the World Nobles firsthand: unspeakably arrogant, utterly condescending, refusing to view Marine soldiers as human beings!

When looking at those glass bubble helmets worn by the Celestial Dragons, many lower-tier soldiers had harbored quiet curiosity.

Only upon asking did they learn the sickening truth: those nobles simply refused to breathe the same atmospheric air as ordinary humans!

Those Celestial Dragons viewed themselves as living deities, while treating the Marines bleeding on the frontlines as disposable, meaningless trash!

Was a world governed by such monsters truly the "Justice" they had sworn to protect?

No superior offered an answer, yet the truth had already bloomed firmly within their hearts.

"I believe every single one of you holds the answer in your soul. What I wish to declare today is this: the Revolutionary Army has NEVER viewed the Navy as our enemies!"

"Our target has been singular from the very beginning!" Dragon raised both arms toward the heavens.

Belo Betty snapped her giant red banner across the sky, its cloth fluttering violently in the wind.

"DRAG THE CELESTIAL DRAGONS OFF THEIR DIVINE PEDESTAL!"

Tens of thousands of Revolutionary Army soldiers erupted into a deafening, sky-shattering roar: "DRAG THE CELESTIAL DRAGONS OFF THEIR DIVINE PEDESTAL!"

"DRAG THE CELESTIAL DRAGONS OFF THEIR DIVINE PEDESTAL!..."