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

The night wind whistled in their ears, and the musical notes beneath their feet carried them forward at breakneck speed. Loki stood on the clouds, his massive body casting a menacing shadow in the moonlight.

His gaze pierced the night sky, fixed on the dark outline of the Red Earth Continent that was gradually rising on the horizon and swallowing the starlight.

The screen in Uta's hand, with Harald's voice and face, was like a poisoned ice pick, chiseling into his heart, which had long since scabbed over and was being torn apart again and again.

biological father?

In his memory, there was only a tall figure and the occasional complex and unfathomable gaze he cast at the man.

The so-called goodwill before death is nothing more than personally binding the heaviest sin of patricide to his soul.

So that every cold night in the snowy mountains of the underworld, he could clearly feel the sharp blade cutting through flesh and severing life.

Is that a blessing? It's another form of abandonment and torture!

My own mother?

Estelle, the wicked mother who, because of her terrifying eyes at birth, threw her own flesh and blood into the snowy mountains of the underworld as if they were filth.

Fear? Disgust? Ha! A mother who doesn't even retain her primal maternal instincts towards her child is worse than a wild animal.

Loki still remembers the bone-chilling cold and despair of his infancy, and the days and nights he had to fight to the death with his still-growing teeth and body against the hungry beasts in the snow-capped mountains for a bite of food and a little warmth.

All the bitterness, all the hatred, all the resentment, boiled over once again when I saw Harald's face and heard him mention Ida's name.

"Harald, you dare to mention Ida!" Loki's voice was squeezed out from between his teeth, as deep and muffled as thunder before an avalanche.

"You wait, I'll be there soon. If I can defeat you once, I can kill you a second time..."

This was not a provocation against her father, but a declaration of the deepest hatred and war against an aggressor who had taken over Ida's consciousness, a symbol representing the source of all her misfortunes.

Irony, the huge and cute squirrel, keenly sensed the overwhelming sorrow and violence in his companion's heart.

It nuzzled its furry head against Loki's cold, hard cheek, letting out a soft, comforting whimper.

Tears? Loki hasn't shed a tear in ages.

In the snowy mountains of the underworld, tears freeze on the face, drawing blood.

His tears had already dried up long ago, on the edge of those cliffs where he desperately climbed but slipped down time and time again, and outside those villages where he was pelted with stones and cursed as a monster by his fellow children.

The one who truly gave him warmth was not his blood-related parents, but the woman who was also rejected by the local giants and ran a small tavern alone outside the village—Ida.

The woman looked at him with no fear or disgust, only pure heartache and tenderness.

She would secretly slip him warm meat, wipe the blood and ice crystals off his face with warm water, and light the tavern's lamps on cold nights, leaving an unlocked door for him.

It was Ida, that faint yet persistent light, that bound Loki's soul, which was about to fall completely into darkness and destruction.

Otherwise, given his past hatred and vengeful madness, it wouldn't have been as simple as attacking a few villages; the entire Elbaf would probably have been reduced to ruins by his rage.

It was also for Ida that he was willing to bear the heinous crime of betraying his mother and killing his father, and silently walked into the snowy mountains of the underworld to accept the long period of freezing and loneliness.

But now Ida is dead.

Even her peace after death is disturbed by Harald, the man who failed to give her a proper status in life but haunts her consciousness after death.

This thought was even more unbearable for Loki than for Haldin, as if his heart was being squeezed by an invisible hand. Ida was his only and last emotional anchor and soft spot in this cold world.

"Don't get excited, we'll be there soon." Uta's clear voice rang out beside him, carrying a strange, comforting power that pierced through the blizzard in Loki's heart.

She pointed to the increasingly clear red earth continent ahead, "And for us, there is good news."

"Mary Geoise, the holy land of the Celestial Dragons, is most likely now undefended."

"The Five Elders and Im are both involved in the battle in the Sabaody Archipelago. The main force defending the Holy Land is probably those government agents and the Knights of God."

In Loki's crimson eyes, the violent flames suddenly solidified, then burned even more fiercely—the Holy Land Mary Geoise, the lair of the Celestial Dragons, the divine abode of Im!

The source of all suffering, the pinnacle of all injustice!

An unprecedented passion, a mixture of vengeful pleasure and destructive impulse, swept over him, and Loki was about to wreak havoc there.

He poured out all the violent emotions that had been building up in his heart over the years, all the resentment towards his fate, all the hatred towards Im and his minions, and all the hatred towards the countless giants who died because of the Celestial Dragons and the World Government.

This is not a political action; it is a primal outburst of emotion!

"You have a point."

Loki's voice became hoarse and excited. He licked his lips, as if he had already tasted the sweetness of destruction. "Loki once broke into the Flower Garden..."

His gaze fell upon the summit of the Red Earth Continent, a region that, even in the darkness of night, seemed to be shrouded in an aura of sin and extravagance.

"Then I'll smash it!"

Anything that could upset Im, Loki would grin, revealing a wild, wounded beast-like smile.

He clenched his fist, and Iron Thunder seemed to sense his partner's determination and passion, letting out a high-pitched neigh.

In theory, as long as Loki doesn't get carried away and just focuses on causing destruction, very few people can stop him.

Ancient giant bloodline + Mythical Zoan Devil Fruit + Iron Lightning + three types of Haki – who can withstand this combination punch? How many hammer blows from Iron Lightning could an ordinary member of the God Knights withstand?

Loki, a giant, possesses two Mythical Zoan Devil Fruits, and he also has aerial combat abilities. If he encounters particularly troublesome problems, he can use his flying ability to escape directly.

Theoretically, the only person who could temporarily hold him back was Shanks' father, Figarand Garin, but that was only in theory.

Figarand Garin Saint was defeated by Lox, and it's unknown how much he has improved over the years. Now that he has met Lox's fanboy, it's uncertain whether the old man will suffer another defeat.

Moreover, Loki wouldn't be returning to the Land of Giants anytime soon after gaining his freedom, and he desperately needed some money. He could take advantage of the opportunity to loot the Holy Land as start-up capital for his future voyages.

Uta's decision to have Loki vandalize the Holy Land also has one advantage: it relieves Luffy's pressure from the front. Does Im really want to kill Joy Boy even if it means abandoning his own home?