Red magma fell into the frozen ice, and in the dense steam, two tall figures stood facing each other, the towering seagull flag swaying above their heads.
Marin Van Do, Marine Headquarters.
Surrounding the ice lake were neatly repaired peaks, countless white buildings were continuous, brightly lit, and cold colored stairs stretched upward. Mottled moonfrost and silver lights sprinkled on the top, dotting the road to the highest palace of the Navy.
On both sides of the staircase were bare stone piers, and on the stone piers sat tall statues, as if silently telling the history of the Marine's justice.
The closest statue to the edge of the ice lake was painted black, it was the first fleet admiral of the Marine Headquarters, the founder of Marin Van Do.
"All the statues are pale in color, only this statue is dyed in the color of the dark night. Do you understand why?"
Sakasugi glanced at the statues on both sides of the staircase, and his eyes fell back to Aokiji, who was also wearing a cloak of justice, but there was a bicycle parked at his feet, which looked a bit out of place.
"That's because his hands were stained with too much blood, and the blood precipitated and condensed into black!" Aokiji looked at the statue, the moonlight sprinkled on it, making it look like it was alive, even after the passage of time, he could still feel the residual blood on it, he frowned and said.
"It was an era of blood and turmoil, but it was also an era where justice was not allowed to be tarnished!" Sakasugi's eyes swept past the statue, and looked at the statues behind him, at the top of the staircase, the current fleet admiral of the Marine Headquarters, Buddha Sengoku, stood there looking down.
Their eyes seemed to collide in the air for a moment, and then moved away, Sakasugi looked at Aokiji again, and said with a deep and firm voice: "You've been under the sun for too long, so long that you've forgotten, the white cloak of justice should be condensed black blood, the sea has long been polluted by sin, only by placing your body in the darkness, feeling the cold and piercing of the night, can the dawn come."
"You can't save the era, your approach will only exacerbate the conflict, and accelerate the world into the abyss of destruction." Aokiji clearly did not agree with Sakazuki's ideals. Excessively cruel methods to forge justice were like erupting magma that spread across the land, leaving behind nothing but scorched earth and ashes that filled the air.
The idea of Aokiji and Sengoku is the same. The decaying world can't stand strong medicine. It's not medicine, it's poison. At least at the current stage, the Marine Headquarters must still accept the leadership of the World Government.
"Cowardice and cowardice can only prolong one's feeble existence. Only by bathing in fire can one be reborn. This is the price one must pay." Sakaski's expression did not change. A burning ripple flashed through his eyes.
Aokiji's pupils shrank. He did not continue to argue. It was meaningless.
"I killed Golden Lion Shiki!" Sakasugi suddenly said, "This is only the beginning. The curtains will fall on the sins of the past."
Although Sengoku issued tasks to Sakazuki and Aokiji, anyone with a discerning eye can see the partiality and naturally understand that the two tasks are completely different.
Maintaining the order of the underwater prison, suppressing the riot of the prisoners; suppressing the entire East Blue, capturing the legendary pirate Golden Lion Shiki … Compared to the two, there seems to be no comparison.
In this tacit competition, Sakasugi won.
At least that's what Sakasugi thought.
Aokiji turned his head and glanced at Fleet Admiral Sengoku standing at the top of the stairs. His long goatee was motionless in the cold wind. He looked at Sakasugi indifferently. His tone did not have the slightest ripple. He gently spat out three words from between his teeth. "Where's the body?"
When he said this, Sakasugi's face became gloomy. His five fingers suddenly clenched. A trace of dangerous magma flowed between his fingers.
In the face of Sakasugi's eyes that seemed to want to swallow him alive, Aokiji turned a blind eye. He passed by Sakasugi's side. His voice was as harsh as ice piercing the latter's eardrums. "A broken rudder, that doesn't prove anything."
Sakasugi's teeth fiercely clenched. He turned his head and stared at Aokiji's back as he slowly walked up the stairs. "Justice"'s cloak was wantonly dancing in the night wind. At the top of the stairs, Sengoku's figure was still standing. He was as cold as a dead statue.
His beard was like countless tentacles dancing. Onigumo stood not far away and heard the conversation between the two. His face was also very ugly. "What does Aokiji mean?"
Sakasugi stared straight at the top of the stairs disappearing from sight. His body exuded a scorching aura that seemed to melt the night. He turned his face. There seemed to be two bottomless red whirlpools in his eyes.
"That's not Aokiji's meaning. Hey …" He licked his dry lips and added. "He's conveying the meaning of Sengoku!"
Onigumo smelled a breath from Sakasugi that made his heart palpitate. He pondered for a moment and asked unwillingly. "Sengoku didn't admit it. Are we just going to let it go?"
"Playing dirty is the most childish method. It's breaking the rules of the game." Sakasugi sneered. "Sengoku, he's old!"
"What do you mean?" Onigumo did not understand.
"How's the situation in Alabasta? Is there any movement from Yarlin?" Sakasugi changed the topic and asked.
"Speaking of Alabasta, the news sent back is quite strange." Onigumo lowered his voice in surprise. "The capital of Alabasta has become a dead city. The people in the capital have been infected by a poison and turned into mindless monsters. The symptoms of the infection are very similar to the poison of the green plants created by Shiki, the East Sea Golden Lion!"
"Huh?" Sakasugi was stunned for a moment. Then he asked thoughtfully. "The poison of the East Sea has spread to Alabasta. Interesting. What did Yarlin say?"
"Yarlin's explanation is that this is an unexpected situation. It's Smoker's doing." Onigumo answered truthfully.
"Interesting!" Sakasugi did not comment. He did not care about the inside story of Alabasta. He cared about more important things. "How's Yarlin's progress?"
"He's finishing up!"
Onigumo did not know the details, but Yarlin's report on the phone was very brief. He relayed this to Sakasugi.
Sakasugi heard this and the corner of his mouth hooked up. He looked at Onigumo and said. "Give Shiki's rudder to Fleet Admiral Sengoku as a collection. After all, it's a relic from the same era …"
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