After understanding Saint Sommers' ability, Harta no longer struggled against the nearly invisible thorns.
Although his eyes could not fully track the transparent attacks, his Observation Haki allowed him to sense every movement clearly.
Harta swung his sword repeatedly, slicing apart the incoming thorns with precise strikes before speaking coldly.
"Your Devil Fruit is troublesome, but that's all."
"In terms of strength, speed, and explosive power, I'm above you in every category."
"The only annoying thing about the God's Knights is your immortality."
Harta slowly raised his sword.
"I'll end this with the next attack."
Saint Sommers' expression darkened instantly.
He understood very well that Harta was stronger than him. If not for the immortality granted by Imu, he would have already lost the battle long ago.
Even so, immortality was not truly invincible.
Once the enemy damaged the mark connected to their immortality, the ability would collapse completely.
"Damn you..." Saint Sommers growled furiously. "You forced my hand."
Without hesitation, he reached into his coat and pulled out a syringe before stabbing it directly into his arm.
Harta's eyes narrowed immediately.
"This is..."
A moment later, Saint Sommers' body began changing rapidly.
His skin turned crimson red while veins bulged violently across his body. A terrifying aura exploded outward from him like a raging storm.
"Four Soul Divine Blood..." Harta muttered grimly.
Saint Sommers now looked almost identical to the Gorosei after they used the same substance.
Through Red-Haired Shanks, the Emperors Alliance already knew the horrifying side effects of Four Soul Divine Blood.
It burned the user's lifespan in exchange for overwhelming power.
They had personally witnessed Red-Haired Shanks rapidly exhaust his life force after using it. His body had dried out completely before turning into charred remains.
The sight had been horrifying.
At the same time, the Gorosei also noticed the disastrous situation on the battlefield.
More and more members of the God's Knights were being defeated and captured.
Most of the captured fighters were newly promoted Holy Knights.
What infuriated the Gorosei most was that these fools still had not used Four Soul Divine Blood.
When the substance had been distributed earlier, they were specifically ordered to inject it the moment they encountered danger.
In the Gorosei's eyes, this was the greatest crisis the World Government had faced in eight hundred years.
As Draco, these Holy Knights were supposed to sacrifice themselves for the survival of the World Government.
Even if using Four Soul Divine Blood shortened their lifespan or eventually killed them, it was still worth it.
Because once the World Government fell, the Draco would lose everything.
Without the World Government, they would no longer be nobles standing above the world.
Saint Garling immediately roared across the battlefield.
"God's Knights, inject the Four Soul Divine Blood immediately!"
"If you still refuse at a time like this, then after this war, I will personally request Imu to execute every one of you!"
Saint Warcury also shouted furiously, his voice filled with rage.
"This is the greatest threat the World Government has faced since its creation!"
"As Draco, protecting the World Government is your responsibility!"
"If any of you continue hesitating, we will report your cowardice directly to Imu!"
Hearing the Gorosei's threats, many Holy Knights hesitated.
As the current commander of the God's Knights, Saint Shamrock slowly took out his own syringe.
He clearly understood the consequences.
Using Four Soul Divine Blood would absolutely reduce his lifespan.
If the battle dragged on for too long, the substance would continue burning his life force until he died.
But the current battlefield no longer gave him another option.
"All God's Knights!" Saint Shamrock shouted loudly.
"Use the Four Soul Divine Blood!"
"Destroy these enemies and protect the World Government. This is the duty of the God's Knights!"
The moment his words fell, Saint Shamrock injected the substance into his body.
The surrounding Holy Knights watched with conflicted expressions.
None of them truly liked Four Soul Divine Blood.
Although it temporarily granted immense strength, the side effects were severe. Even surviving users would remain bedridden for days afterward.
More importantly, repeated usage permanently shortened their lifespan.
To the Draco, nothing was more important than their own lives.
Even as nobles ruling above the world, they still could not escape aging and death.
Immortality alone could not stop old age forever.
Only the five Gorosei possessed true eternal life.
However, the Holy Knights also understood one brutal reality.
If they did not use the Four Soul Divine Blood now, they might not survive long enough to use it later.
Unlike the useless Draco who spent their days indulging themselves, the Holy Knights were still elite warriors.
They knew exactly what defeat would mean.
If the World Government lost this war, the Draco would face complete extermination.
No one would be spared.
One after another, the Holy Knights finally made their decision.
They pulled out their syringes and injected the Four Soul Divine Blood into their bodies.
Soon, their skin turned red while terrifying auras erupted from them one after another.
The battlefield atmosphere instantly changed.
Nearby, the members of CP0, along with Admirals Fujitora and Ryokugyu, were visibly shocked by the scene.
They had already witnessed the strength of the God's Knights during the battle, but now the World Government revealed yet another terrifying trump card.
Even against enemies as monstrous as the Emperors Alliance, the World Government still possessed hidden power.
That realization gave many government forces renewed confidence.
Fujitora quietly sensed everything through his Observation Haki.
Although he disliked many aspects of the World Government, his thoughts were similar to Sengoku's.
If the World Government collapsed entirely, the resulting power vacuum would plunge the entire world into chaos.
The more than one hundred member nations under the World Government, along with countless islands and kingdoms across the seas, would immediately descend into unprecedented war.
The number of deaths would become unimaginable.
In Fujitora's view, the World Government certainly needed reform.
But that reform had to come from within.
Perhaps after surviving this world-shaking war against the Emperors Alliance and the Revolutionary Army, the World Government would finally begin reflecting on its own corruption.
Perhaps then, the world could move toward a better future.