The pirates sat and forgot, and they really believed the nine truths and one lie.

Redfield's sharp, hawk-like gaze, in the brief moment between shattering yet another firebird, subtly swept over the black sperm beside him.

The lone red-haired man was filled with doubts. Why did this pirate, who claimed to be Buggy's subordinate, know so much about the abilities of the most mysterious members of the Celestial Dragons' Knights of God?

They even knew the information that he was suspected to be a Mythical Zoan Devil Fruit user and that he could materialize dreams—this was a core secret that ordinary pirates could not access!

An invisible and intangible Observation Haki, like the finest spider silk, silently wrapped around the black sperm. Redfield tried to listen more deeply to the black dwarf's thoughts and to glean the true source of his information.

In his perception, deep within the core of Black Sperm's mind, there was indeed a name lingering—Saint Chiringom, as well as fragmented information about dreams interfering with reality, and the source of all this information vaguely pointed to Bucky the Clown wearing a straw hat.

It's Bucky again!

Redfield was filled with turmoil. How did he obtain such top-secret intelligence that even the Revolutionary Army had difficulty accessing? How many secrets were hidden behind the Joker?

Despite his many doubts, he knew that with powerful enemies all around, it was not the time to delve into the matter. He temporarily suppressed his shock and confusion, focusing instead on dealing with the immediate obstacles.

"Listen up, everyone! The weak ones, retreat to the fifth level immediately! The fourth level is too cramped; we can't maneuver properly there and will only become sitting ducks!"

Ivankov's booming voice rang out amidst the chaos. He didn't want his carefully trained transvestite subordinates to be sacrificed in this bizarre fiery hell in vain. "Transvestites, retreat with Lightning and preserve your strength."

The transvestites, having received their orders, did not linger in battle. Under Lightning's command, they retreated methodically along the route they had come from, heading towards the fifth level of the extreme cold hell.

Seeing this, some weaker pirates scrambled back, for they believed that the bitter cold of the fifth floor was better than being burned to ashes on the fourth floor.

Sure enough, once the crowd retreated to the relatively open space of the fifth floor, where the temperature was lower, the speed of the lava firebirds' pursuit noticeably slowed down. They seemed to be more adapted to the high-temperature environment, and their movements became sluggish in the cold, giving people room to maneuver and dodge.

In the blink of an eye, only Redfield, Black Sperm, Poch, and a few LEVEL 6 heavy criminals who were confident in their strength and willing to take a gamble remained in the fourth level of the scorching hell, and the space suddenly became much more spacious.

While skillfully dodging the firebird's attacks, Black Sperm shouted at a short, stocky, and taciturn pirate, "Don't just stand there! Use your Island-Island Fruit ability to merge yourself with Impel Down. We need you to control this prison and create a way out for us in this critical moment."

Avaro Pizarro, who was called out, glanced at the black sperm and, surprisingly, did not show any dissatisfaction or doubt, but simply nodded calmly.

“Okay,” he replied succinctly, then stepped to the side, to the rock wall that was scorching hot from the lava.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Pizarro pressed his palm against the scorching rock wall. The next moment, his body began to slowly sink into the hard rock as if it were merging into water, and his aura gradually assimilated into the entire architectural structure of Impel Down.

Although the Celestial Dragons wield immense power, they wouldn't be so extravagant as to use Seastone, which provides complete immunity to sea stones, to build the massive Impel Down.

As long as the key parts of the Seastone cage and shackles are avoided, for the user of the Island-Island Fruit, this deep-sea prison is itself a huge island that can be gradually eroded and controlled.

The longer the fusion lasts, the stronger Pizarro's control over Impel Down will become. He can bring this impregnable fortress to life at any time, making it available to pirates and turning it into a graveyard for burying enemies.

The black sperm urged Redfield to use his extraordinary Observation Haki to expose the members of the Knights of God who were dreaming in the shadows.

He firmly believed that the other party could not possibly be hiding in the Seastone chamber, which was completely isolated from all senses, and that they had not yet found Barrett, and Black Sperm's time was running out.

Redfield slowly raised his hand, signaling Black Sperm to calm down. His wrinkled face became unusually solemn, and his deep eyes looked into the shadow distorted by the heatwave deep in the passage.

"No need to bother looking anymore..."

Redfield's voice was low and deep, "They've already... come on their own!"

His Observation Haki clearly detected several powerful, cold, yet inhumanly twisted auras, like lurking venomous snakes, rapidly approaching from different directions.

One particular aura made him feel a deep unease, a hollow, greedy wave mixed with an indescribable evil desire, unlike any human or creature he had ever sensed.

Just then, a cool, somewhat eerie and magnetic male voice entered everyone's ears: "How can such an interesting toy as Douglas Barrett be given to Bucky the Joker?"

"Rather than let him fall into the hands of pirates, it's better for us to keep him safe for the Celestial Dragons." Before the words were finished, a figure gracefully and calmly stepped out from the shadows at the end of the passage.

The newcomer had hair as white as oak, a face so handsome it was almost otherworldly, skin so white it was almost translucent, and a pair of rainbow-colored eyes like the finest gemstones, yet they shone with a non-human, cold luster.

He was dressed in a well-tailored pure white suit with red trim, completely out of place in the hellish surroundings. He gently waved a pure gold folding fan engraved with intricate divine patterns in his hand, his posture as relaxed as if he were attending a court ball.

The moment Redfield saw the handsome man, his brows furrowed, and a hint of barely concealed disgust flashed across his face.

Because in his perception of sight and hearing, this seemingly flawless man was actually a disgusting void and distortion inside.

Redfield heard fragmented yet incredibly clear memories in his mind—fragments of torture, of tasting, and especially of the blood and gore of pregnant women.

This seemingly noble and elegant handsome man is actually a monster who enjoys devouring women; he's just wearing a human skin.

"A nauseating stench," Redfield muttered, his Armament Haki involuntarily covering his entire body as he assumed his strongest defensive stance.

He instinctively felt extreme repulsion and wariness towards this being. Even though Redfield had seen a lot in his life, he had never seen anyone more evil than the handsome man before him.