Self-Discipline! Have You Seen Marineford at Four o’clock in the Morning?

Time seems to stagnate indefinitely at this moment.

The picture in the line of sight, as if being released by the relaxation of magic, became extremely slow.

Everyone was holding their breath, not daring to breathe, staring at the scene in the distance with wide eyes, lest they miss the next horrifying second.

They seem to even be able to see clearly,

That blood-stained saber that had obviously cut a lot of gaps,

It was falling at an extremely slow, but extremely steady speed, tracing a bloody trail in the void.

Everyone's pupils shrank little by little, and their complexion turned pale with the naked eye, and they pinched their fingers tightly.

The flames of war lingered and flickered, and the light was pulsating.

The fire shines on Roy's blood-stained face,

The blade light reflected Sengoku calmly accepting the calm of the ending.

At this moment,

A deep sigh slowly sounded in the void, and the tone seemed to sink continuously, sinking into an endless abyss.

Keng!

The crisp sound of Jintiejiaoming suddenly exploded,

When a faint spark splashed,

The blood-stained sabers broke in unison, and then flew upside down.

The blade drew a curve in mid-air, deeply inserted into the ground ten meters away, and the tail swayed endlessly.

Everyone was stunned.

Roy, as if he had expected it, put down the only hilt of the knife in his hand calmly, and said calmly:

"Sure enough, you still couldn't help but make a move in the end..."

He raised his head and glanced deeply at the deep and powerful old man in front of him.

"──Mr. Garp."

At this time, a bleak gust of wind blew by, and the smoke that seemed forever in the sky also dissipated a lot.

Like a golden bayonet, the rays of sunlight gradually pierced the clouds and spilled onto the earth.

Sengoku slowly opened his eyes, looking at the burly figure who had saved his life in front of Roy, his expression was very complicated.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

"The old man said that this time the mission of Operation Dressrosa, the old man will never take action."

Garp's eyes washing through the vicissitudes of life were filled with some meaningful complexity, slowly lowering his hand, and said in a deep voice.

He glanced at Roy and was full of emotion in his heart.

Garp never thought of it all his life,

Two years ago, the Marine recruiter who was regarded as the "star of tomorrow" by himself and a group of Marine senior executives, one day stood on the opposite side of him and Marine.

Yes,

Garp doesn't think that Roy is on the opposite side of "justice."

He just stood on the opposite side of Marine and insisted on what he thought was the right justice.

"But this time the mission, from the moment you defeated Sengoku, has been declared over."

"Just stop here, Roy."

Garp's expression became solemn, and he said solemnly.

He didn't use a commanding tone, but the toughness in the voice could be heard by anyone.

Roy was silent for a while, then suddenly looked at Garp with a very suspicious look:

"Mr. Garp, I respect you very much. When you were in the military school, you gave me a lot of care."

"But, look around."

Garp was stunned.

Roy stood alone, with no one around.

The cold wind blew, and Garp couldn't help looking farther away.

He was stunned.

Dust was flying, and on the broken ground, countless corpses of soldiers passed by under the wind.

The young faces were buried between the dust and black blood, leaving only the pupils that hadn't stared at them, and fell into the ruins of this city lifelessly.

He got it.

If there is no such trophy as the head of the enemy general, Roy can't explain to the dead soldier.

After all, this is not a war provoked by their new NEO Marine.

What he needs,

It is victory.

Garp gritted his teeth and looked at Roy, seeing the determination and determination in his eyes.

There was bursts of bitterness in his heart, and he said with a hoarse voice:

"Roy... Sengoku, he... is the old man's most important friend."

The tone was actually a bit weak and pleading.

"Garp..."

Sengoku hissed.

"──You shut up! Lie down for Laozi!"

Garp interrupted Sengoku with blushing eyes, and roared.

Soon he stared at Roy scorchingly,

"You make terms!"

Roy smiled.

"All I need is your promise, Mr. Garp."

"From today, any forces under Marine...Get out of New World!!"

When it came to the last sentence, Roy's voice was suddenly cold, like a cold wind and a sharp blade, like a sharp arrow breaking ice.

Garp was silent.

After a while,

He lifted Sengoku in one hand, put the latter behind him, and walked straight to the warship.

"All Marines follow the order!!"

"Withdraw Dressrosa immediately, this is an order!!"

He paused.

Did not look back,

The voice gradually became low and hollow.

"Can."

He said to Roy.

The Marines looked at each other, but looked at Garp carrying Sengoku's bleak figure away. They also closed their mouths, put away their weapons and retreated quickly.

The army, like a tide, struggled to board the remaining dozen warships and used Dressrosa.

Roy watched the dilapidated Marine warships gradually go away, without speaking for a while.

He took hard steps.

Every step of the fall was extremely difficult, it seemed that he had exhausted his entire life, and his face became more and more tragic and pale.

Someone wanted to go to help, but was stopped by a smile and raised the knife.

Everyone waited quietly.

──Until their Marshal Marine, struggling to reach an upside-down banner.

He held the flagpole tightly in one hand,

He drew the broken black military flag fiercely, slashed a semicircle in the air, and raised the banner high.

On the black flag,

The golden sword, symbolizing the determination of justice, pierced the broken skeleton, like a golden dragon with its teeth and claws, as if it was about to jump up with the gale.

One person is like a thousand horses.

"New World, it's ours!"

Roy said.

A brief silence.

Then,

The frenetic cry of moving mountains and reclaiming the sea resounded in every corner of Dressrosa.

With a smile among the enthusiastically cheering crowd, he slowly retracted the knife into its sheath, and smiled mellowly.

Muddy tears couldn't stop sliding from the gap between the eyes.

"I wish I could see this scene with my own eyes..."

On this day,

Naval Headquarters defeated Dressrosa, and Sengoku, the head marshal Buddha, was defeated by Roy and almost killed.

On the same day,

Naval Headquarters issued the highest order to evacuate all military bases, facilities and CIPHER-POL personnel set up in New World under Marine's command.

Historians call this day a historic turning point.

Since then,

This sea has begun between "justice" and "justice", separated by the Red Line rule.

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