Pirate’s Brood Order

Cracked red magma fell into the frozen ice, two tall and straight figures faced each other in the dense water vapor, and the towering seagull flag was waving overhead.

Marin Vandeau, Navy Headquarters.

Surrounding the icy lake are neatly repaired peaks, countless white buildings in a row, brightly lit, stretching upwards with cool-colored stairs, mottled moon frost and silver lights sprinkled on it, scattered dotted with the road leading to the Navy The way to the highest temple.

On both sides of the climbing stairs are bare stone piers, on which there are tall statues, as if silently telling the history of naval justice.

The black-painted statue closest to the edge of the icy lake is the first marshal of the Navy Headquarters, the founder of Marlin Vandor.

"All the statues are pale tones, but this one is spray-painted the color of night, do you understand why?"

Sakaski glanced at the statues on both sides of the stairs, and his eyes fell back on Aokiji, who was also wearing a cloak of justice, but there was a bicycle parked at his feet, which seemed a bit nondescript.

"That's because his hands were stained with too much blood, and the blood condensed into black after precipitation!" Aokiji looked at the statue, and the moon frost poured on it, making it seem to be alive, even after a few minutes With the passage of time, he can still feel the bloody smell left on it, he said with a frown.

"That was the era of blood and turmoil, but it was also the era of justice that cannot be stained!" Sakaski glanced at the statues, and looked at the statues lined up behind him. At the top of the stretching steps, the current Admiral Buddha The figure of Warring States stood there looking down.

There seemed to be a momentary collision of eyes in the air, and then moved away. Sakaski looked at Aokiji again, and said deeply and firmly: "You have stayed in the sun for too long, and it has been so long that you have forgotten that the white clothes of justice have settled It should be solidified black blood, this sea has long been polluted by sin, only by placing your body in the dark and feeling the coldness and bitingness of the night, can the dawn of dawn come."

"You can't save the times. What you do will only exacerbate the contradictions and accelerate the world to the abyss of destruction." Aokiji obviously doesn't agree with Sakalski's philosophy. The justice forged by too cruel means is like a burst The magma overflowed the ground, leaving behind nothing but scorched earth and ashes that filled the air.

The concepts of Aokiji and the Warring States are in the same line. The decaying world cannot withstand strong medicine. It is not medicine, but poison to kill. At least for the current stage, the Navy Headquarters must still accept the leadership of the world government.

"Cowardice and retreat can only last for a while, and only the fire can be reborn. This is the price that must be paid." Sakaski's face remained unchanged, and a cracking ripple flashed across his pupils.

Aokiji's pupils shrank, and he didn't continue to argue, it was meaningless.

"I killed the golden lion Shiji!" Sakaski said suddenly, "This is the beginning, and the crimes of the past era will come to an end one after another."

Although the Warring States Period issued missions to both Sakaski and Aokiji, anyone with a discerning eye could see the favoritism, and naturally they all understood that the gold content of the two missions was completely different.

Maintaining the order of the submarine prison and suppressing the riots of the prisoners; compared with suppressing the entire East China Sea and arresting the legendary pirate flying admiral Golden Lion Shiji... There seems to be no comparison between the two.

In this tacit competition, Sakalski won.

At least that's what Sakalski thinks.

Aokiji turned his head and glanced at the Warring States Marshal standing at the top of the ladder. His long goatee was motionless in the cold wind. He looked at Sakaski indifferently, with no waves in his tone, and gently spit out the words from between his teeth. Three words: "Where's the corpse?"

When he said this, Sakaski's face darkened, and he suddenly clenched his five fingers, a dangerous magma flowing between his fingers.

Aokiji turned a blind eye to Sakaski's eyes that seemed to want to swallow him alive. He passed by Sakaski's side, and his voice was as harsh as ice piercing the latter's eardrum: " A broken rudder, that proves nothing?"

Sakaski gritted his teeth fiercely, and he turned his head to stare at the back of Aokiji walking up the stairs slowly. The "justice" cloak danced wantonly in the night wind, and the figure of Sengoku at the apex still stood firm , as cold as a dead sculpture.

The beard was furious like countless tentacles dancing. The ghost spider stood not far away and had a panoramic view of the conversation between the two. He also walked over with an extremely ugly face: "What does the green pheasant mean?"

Sakaski stared straight at the top of the ladder and disappeared from sight. The scorching aura radiating from his body seemed to melt the night. He turned his face sideways, and there seemed to be two red swirls in his eyes that could not see the bottom.

"That's not what Aokiji meant, heh..." He licked his dry lips, and added: "He's conveying the meaning of Sengoku!"

The ghost spider smelled a breath from Sakaski that made his heart palpitate. He pondered for a while, and asked unwillingly: "The Warring States will not admit it, so let's just forget it?"

"Cheating is the most naive way, and it's breaking the rules of the game." Sakaski sneered and said quietly: "Warring States, he's old!"

"What do you mean?" The ghost spider didn't know why.

"How's the situation in Alabasta? Is there any movement in Yarlin?" Sakaski asked after changing the subject.

"Speaking of Alabasta, the news that came back is quite strange." The ghost spider said in a low voice in surprise: "The capital of Albana has become a dead city, and the people in the capital have been infected by a poison. An irrational monster, and the symptoms of infection are very similar to the toxins of the green plants made by Shiji, the golden lion of the East China Sea!"

"Huh?" Sakaski was stunned for a moment, and then asked thoughtfully: "The toxin from the East China Sea has spread to Alabasta. Interesting, what does Yarlin say?"

"Yarlin's explanation is that this is an unexpected situation, and Smoker made it up." Ghost Spider replied truthfully.

"Interesting!" Sakaski was noncommittal, he didn't care about Albana's inside story, he cared about more important things, "How is Yarlin's progress?"

"It's finishing!"

The ghost spider didn't know the details, but Yarlin's report on the phone was very brief, and he relayed it to Sakalski in just these four words.

When Sakaski heard this, the corner of his mouth curled up into a meaningful arc. He looked at the ghost spider and said quietly: "Give the rudder of the golden lion Shiji to the Marshal of the Warring States Period as a collection. After all, it was left in the same era. The next relic..."