On the rugged rocky island, the towering ancient trees towered into the sky. In the mottled shadows of the trees, the bodies of countless beasts were cut into pieces. The incision was as smooth as a mirror, and the surrounding trees tilted down smoothly.
On the dark iron seat, Hawkeye Mihawk inserted his sword vertically into the ground. Opposite him, a red-haired man with a broken arm looked at him rather solemnly, "Does the World Government insist on strangling Whitebeard?"
"Unless he doesn't appear in Marin Van Dor!" Mihawk said coldly.
"You and I both know that's impossible!" The red-haired man was Shanks, one of the Yonkō (Four Emperors) of the New World.
"I'm looking forward to feeling how sharp the sword of the strongest man is!" Mihawk sheathed his sword and glanced sharply at the red-haired Shanks, "Who would be willing to be absent on the stage of the alternation between the old and the new era?"
On the shore, a coffin ship slowly floated down the current. Shanks frowned, and the scar on his face deepened. He clenched the hilt of the sword at his waist. Not far behind him, a huge pirate ship was raising its sails on the coast.
… …
In the bubbling nutrition cabin, countless wires were inserted into the burly body, and the light in his eyes was strangely extinguished, replaced by a cold and indifferent luster.
The meatball-like broad palm was cut open, and a dark barrel was implanted in it. Next to him, a scientist in a white coat was bowing his head and admiring his masterpiece of transformation, and the finished product was about to emerge.
Hualala …
Bartholomew Kuma straightened up from the nutrition cabin, and a cold metal-like light flashed in his eyes. He looked at Vegapunk, who threw a letter to him.
"Go, show the world the power of a pacifist!"
… … …
On a quiet sea, a lonely ship floated.
The deck of the ship was littered with corpses. The chests of all the corpses had been hollowed out. They looked like frozen pieces of meat with fresh hearts embedded in them. They were still beating strangely.
Trafalgar Law, wearing a leopard spotted winter fur hat, held 100 fresh hearts floating in his hand. He looked at the government officials who were watching coldly and said, "Can I exchange these for the identity of Shichibukai?"
The government official stared at the fresh hearts with a smile on his wrinkled old cheeks. He handed the letter hidden in his arms to Trafalgar Law and said, "This is your first task as one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea!"
Trafalgar Law opened the letter and clenched his fists tightly. He thought to himself, "Marin Fando, it will be an opportunity to kill Doflamingo!"
… ….
The New World.
In the shroud of flames that stretched for several miles, a strong smell of blood surrounded the nostrils. A huge pirate ship was blocked by the flames. Among them, there was a terrifying giant whose half body seemed to be immersed in the hot sea.
Black hair draped over his shoulders, his whole body was full of wild aura, a pair of ferocious horns on his head, a beard like a dragon's beard on his chin, a naked upper body with dragon scales tattooed on his left arm, a cross-shaped scar on his right abdomen, a purple-black cloak, a rope wrapped around his waist, a pair of devil-like pupils overlooking several figures kneeling on the deck.
The deck was stained with sticky blood, broken limbs and broken bodies covered almost every inch of the deck. Those were the dead members of the White Beast Pirates.
In the pool of blood of the broken bodies, the bodies of the three attackers were tattered, and their bones were almost broken. They knelt on the ground and their cheeks were trampled on the deck.
It was Basque Jot, Abaro Pizarro, and Bundy Waldo. They were the three prisoners who did not escape in time to attack the White Beast Pirates and were captured alive.
The soles of his feet stepped on Vázquez Jote's cheek, and the black flames burned the flesh and bones of his face, revealing the charred and cracked cheekbone stubble. Ember ruthlessly tortured the three prisoners and said in a ferocious voice, "Spies and assassins under the command of the World Government, right? Do you think you can fool Kaido-sama with this kind of deceit? Tell me, who are you and what are you trying to do behind the scenes? "
Basque Jot spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm from his mouth. Black threads floated in his eyes, and his face showed a crazy and fearless look. He just laughed and said, "A new era is coming, and Yonkō (Four Emperors) will be swept into the garbage dump. Starting with Whitebeard, it will be your turn next!"
Kāchā!
Their necks were broken, and the clamor stopped abruptly.
Ember's expression was extremely ugly. He glared fiercely at the other two captives, but the latter desperately raised half of their heads and roared hysterically, "Starting from Whitebeard, the entire ocean will be purged once again. All of you will die!"
Chi!
The black water wrapped around the necks of Abaro Pizarro and Bundy Waldo like a long snake, and then with a pull, the two heads were broken and the whole head was dissolved by the dark water.
"What are you doing?"
Ember glared angrily at Blackbeard Marshall D. Teach, who had suddenly attacked.
"Don't waste your energy, you can't get anything out of them!" Marshall D Teach showed his rotten teeth, and there was an imperceptible black line flashing at the bottom of his eyes. He shrugged his shoulders and looked at Kaido, who was soaking in the sea bath, and said, "However, I happen to know their identities!"
"You know their identities?" Kaido opened his mouth, his dull voice was like thunder, and his terrifying momentum locked on Marshall D Teach. "Whitebeard's traitor, the new Shichibukai, you haven't explained your intentions yet."
"These three guys are prisoners held at the bottom level of Impel Down. Although they are wearing masks and even their facial features have been partially destroyed, I have just melted their heads and can see some limited fragments." Marshall D Teach narrowed his eyes and said: "They are not Cp9, not spies directly under the World Government, but killing machines directly under the Marine Headquarters' secret training."
"They have no feelings, no fear, and even their will has been brainwashed by the Marine Headquarters." Marshall D Teach looked dignified: "There is no need to doubt that after being imprisoned and tortured in Impel Down for decades, their own will has long collapsed, leaving only the idea of being casually stuffed by the Marine and trained as a tool for killing."
"The Marine Headquarters wants to arouse the conflict between the Yonkō (Four Emperors) and the World Government to weaken the power of the Yonkō (Four Emperors), and at the same time weaken the World Government's control over the Marine Headquarters. It seems that the Marine Headquarters wants to re-establish the order of the sea!" Marshall D Teach sighed and continued to add: "The purpose of my coming here is to make a deal with the Yonkō (Four Emperors) Kaido-sama!"
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