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

Above the horizon, Monkey D. Dragon, the leader of the Revolutionary Army, stood like a god who rode the raging wind at the bow of a flying giant ship, his dark green robes fluttering in the howling gale.

His signature deep red tattoo stood out strikingly and exuded an air of authority in the sunlight that pierced through the thin, poisonous fog.

At this moment, he became the sole focus of attention in this despairing ruin. Everyone's gaze, whether it was the pleas of the surviving pirates, the vigilance of the Clown Pirates, or the fear of the remnants of the prison forces, was involuntarily focused on Dragon.

What level of power does a dragon possess? For most people, this remains an unfathomable mystery.

But everyone knows that this man emerged from the God Valley Incident, resolutely left the Navy, and single-handedly created the Revolutionary Army.

If he didn't possess enough power to shake the world, he would have been crushed into dust by the World Government long ago, and there would be no way he could have remained active to this day and become the most feared and vicious criminal in the world under the rule of the Celestial Dragons.

His gaze was as deep as an abyss, briefly glancing towards the Sabaody Archipelago. The whisper of the wind from afar allowed Dragon, this seemingly indifferent father, to clearly perceive the presence and struggle of his son Luffy.

Are you truly prepared, Luffy, to face beings like the Five Elders?

A fleeting hint of worry crossed his eyes, but it was instantly replaced by an even stronger will. Everyone has their own battles to face.

His gaze then fell back to the inferno before him, where the venomous skeleton monster, hundreds of meters tall and transformed from Magellan's out-of-control form, was instinctively wriggling slowly toward the ruins of Impel Down, emanating a suffocating aura of destruction.

A complex emotion flashed in Long's eyes. He had met Magellan several times and knew him well, as well as his unwavering commitment to his beliefs. He never expected that the former director who upheld his duties would end up in such a miserable state, and whether he could regain his human form was now unknown.

Without further hesitation, Long's steady and powerful voice, like rolling thunder, resounded throughout the ruins: "Ivankov, take everyone who can still move and come with me!"

"dragon……"

Upon hearing the call, Ivankov's massive body trembled with excitement, tears and snot instantly smearing his heavily made-up face. He cried out and gestured wildly in response, immediately turning to Lightning, "Those who can leave, leave! Regardless of whether they were enemies or friends before, survival is what matters."

A gentle yet precise whirlwind, as if it possessed a life of its own, swept across the entire platform and passageway exit.

Those surviving pirates who were originally weak and on the verge of death felt their bodies lighten as they were gently lifted up by an invisible force of wind, like countless feathers fluttering lightly, and flew towards the Revolutionary Army's giant ship in the air.

"I'm...I'm saved!"

"Thank you, Mr. Long!"

"Long live the revolutionary army!"

Overjoyed at surviving the ordeal and grateful for being saved, many of these pirates, who had struggled on the brink of death for so long, couldn't help but kowtow and express their gratitude in the direction of the dragon.

Most of the transvestite army that Ivankov had carefully cultivated survived and boarded the ship one after another, looking forward to returning to the Kingdom of Kamabakka and continuing their free and happy lives.

The Clown Pirates' officers watched all of this with indifference.

"Hey, are we just going to watch like this? Do nothing?" Black Sperm rubbed his little hands together, his eyes sparkling with resentment and eagerness.

Kokushibo remained silent at the forefront, his six eerie eyes expressionless. To him, the Revolutionary Army taking away those "trash" had no impact.

However, those characters in Level 6 with special abilities or physical characteristics (such as the Tyrant King and the Big Barrel) are extremely valuable "research materials".

Even if he isn't recruited as a cadre, giving him to Orochimaru would still allow him to contribute. Kokushibo is weighing the options and waiting.

Soon, almost all the survivors who were still breathing in the passage were carried onto the ship by the force of the wind. Ivankov, a man as kind-hearted as his friend Bartholomew Bear, made an unexpected decision.

He first pushed the lightning onto the wind track, then took a deep breath of the still fresh air, resolutely turned around and rushed back into the lower passage, which was still shrouded in the deadly poison gas.

What came into view was a hellish scene. Most of the pirates and jailers who failed to escape in time had died from the poison. Their bodies began to rot and turn black in the poisonous gas, emitting an even more foul odor.

Ivankov's heart sank, and a great disappointment enveloped him. Just as he was about to give up and turn away, a faint coughing sound came from the depths of the passage.

Ivankov's spirits lifted and he rushed toward the sound. He saw several figures wearing tattered gas masks and worn-out prison officer uniforms, supporting each other and staggering toward the outside.

It was Hannibal, Saludes, Sadie Jr., and Domino. They were clearly at their limit, their faces ashen white beneath their gas masks, their bodies so weak they looked as if they might collapse at any moment.

Hatred! Resentment?

When Ivankov saw these prison guards who had once watched over and even tortured transvestites, a complex feeling did indeed flash through his mind.

But the next second, the image of his friend Xiong, who was always full of compassion, appeared in his mind. If it were Xiong, he would definitely save him. In this time of chaos, being a good person is extremely precious.

This thought was like a ray of light, dispelling all the hesitation in Ivankov's mind. He was determined to contact the bear again when he got home and give that idiot a good beating.

Ivankov roared and rushed forward without saying a word. He used his broad shoulders to carry the nearly unconscious Hannibal, his strong arms to hold the thin Saludes, and then used his broad back to carry the weak little Sadie and Domino.

"What...what are you doing?!" Saludes struggled weakly.

Ivankov's face turned red as he endured the stinging pain of the poisonous gas and the burden on his body. He strode forward like a burdened figure carrying a heavy load of hope, making a final sprint toward the faint light at the entrance of the passage.

To be a good person to the end is not out of forgiveness, but stems from a respect for life itself that transcends class, and the practice of a friend's beliefs. What Nobita can do, Ivankov can do too.

Ivankov staggered out of the passage and back into the sunlight, leading the prison's last few survivors back to the temporarily safe platform.

At this moment, whether it was the pirates boarding the ship, the Clown Pirates watching coldly, or even the dragon on the bow of the ship in the air, all eyes were once again focused on the panting, yet accomplished something almost like a holy act by the Okama King.

The revolutionary army aims to save more people, unite more people, and resist the tyranny of the world government.