The Red Line, the entrance to the New World, the Navy Headquarters.
It has been a month since Twain declared war on the World Government, and the world was shocked and noisy.
No one would have expected that the big change would come so fast and so quickly. In an instant, the world government was on the verge of collapse.
In a month, a large number of allied forces gathered on the Red Line, and in the kingdoms around the world, there were a large number of political subversion times.
The whole world was in chaos and encountered an unprecedented change.
"So, those four have given up on negotiations?"
Twain's face was calm as he slowly drank the tea in his hand and said softly.
The person in front of him was one of the five who stood at the top of the world.
"Yes, Twain, as the representatives of the world's peak, naturally they will not easily agree to such a thing!"
"You want to subvert today's world political system, and how can they allow such a thing to happen?"
The old man sighed softly.
Unlike the four, he had already made a choice at the beginning and stood on Twain's side. But he didn't expect that the younger generation he favored would develop to such a day.
Now, the world government was besieged on all sides and at the end of the road. The Red Line has been surrounded by a large number of forces.
It is impossible to contact support from all over the world. The Navy and his allies almost control the whole world.
For the World Government, they have stepped into a desperate situation.
"Then, there is no need to talk."
"My partners have been waiting for this day for a long time."
Twain put down the teacup and said softly, but his eyes were sharp to the extreme.
There is only one step left to success, and he naturally can't retreat here. As long as he crosses this step, the New World will come.
The old man shook his head and sighed: "You are a great man, Twain!"
"I seem to have seen your portrait, name, glorious deeds, preserved in the museum, the scene of the biographies of people."
Twain smiled and stood up and walked out.
"When are you going to start the final battle?"
The old man asked again.
"Tomorrow!"
The three words reverberated in the air. Twain had already left. The old man sat there alone, disappointed and frustrated.
In the blink of an eye, the next morning arrived.
On the Red Line, when the first ray of sunlight shone on the ground, the sound of fighting suddenly resounded through the sky and spread across the entire continent.
From the port to the road to Marin Fanduo, there was a white ocean everywhere, and the roars of the Navy could be heard everywhere.
"Everything is over!"
Twain murmured. He had come to this Holy Land again, but his purpose was completely different.
The Navy and the Allies were almost unhindered, and Mariejois's Army Group could not stop the terrible combat power of such a joint force.
When the army came to the front of the palace, the Navy did not take the lead to attack.
"You're Twain?"
On the high platform of the castle, a voice sounded. Everyone raised their heads and looked in that direction.
Twain narrowed his eyes and stared at the figure on the high platform. He was not in a hurry to respond. At the side, someone quietly reported this person's identity.
"He is the one who lives in Pangu City, his name is Eam!"
The leader of the Celestial Dragons, the behind-the-scenes master of the World Government, the master of the Void Throne, and the Gorōsei (Five Elder Stars) are directly responsible to him.
This man can be called the top king in the world.
However, everything will change from today onwards.
"It's really beyond my expectations that a nobody in my eyes can subvert the world like this."
"You are a great man, Twain, are you interested in cooperating with me?"
Eam stood on the high platform and said with a smile.
The army was pressing down on him, but he was not nervous or afraid at all. Instead, he was calm, and when he opened his mouth, it was as if he was talking to a neighbor.
"Eam, do you have any last words?"
Twain spoke, his voice was flat and emotionless.
"That's a refusal."
Eam nodded and suddenly smiled again.
"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. The rules of the world are like this. It's very interesting, isn't it?"
"Eight hundred years ago, we replaced that powerful country and became the master of the new era."
"Eight hundred years later, you established a new world."
Everyone listened quietly. No one interrupted him. As Eam spoke, he seemed to have gone mad, laughing and crying at the same time.
"I understand how you feel now, but it's time for everything to end."
Twain interrupted him and waved his hand.
A sniper immediately attacked, and with a bang, flames burned the world government flag hanging high above Mariejois to ashes.
Seeing this scene, Eam's body trembled and he took a deep breath.
"Come out and accept our failure!"
His voice trembled, but he still maintained his composure on the surface.
Four figures slowly walked out, with numb expressions, and slowly stood in front of everyone. When they saw these four people, there were exclamations from the crowd.
Obviously, they all knew these four people.
"You won. As losers, we also want to get a more dignified death."
Eam chuckled softly.
Each of them had powerful strength, but at this moment, no one wanted to resist. In the face of such a situation, what could they do?
Destroy Mariejois? That was just the last madness of losers who couldn't afford to lose.
And they were kings, so naturally, they should have the manners of a king!
Twain and others watched quietly, and some people had already guessed what Eam was going to do.
Sure enough, in the next second, the king of the world took out a pistol from his arms and raised it to his temple.
The four old men next to him were indifferent and silent, and they did not stop him.
"Bang!"
The gunshot rang out, and Eam's body trembled, and then he stood there forever. As he said, he left the world with the attitude of a king.
Immediately after, the four old men looked down at the people below and closed their eyes.
They were not pirates of the sea, nor soldiers, but rulers. How could a ruler tear off his sleeves and fight with people bare-chested?
What kind of attitude was that!
They had their own way of dying.
Mariejois let out a roar. When Twain saw the new flag hanging at the highest point, he laughed.
Everything was over!
Everything had begun.
A new world and a new era had arrived.
A year later, Twain announced his retirement, and the new government was called the Federation. It set up a parliament, which was jointly managed by all the countries of the world to eliminate differences and racial differences.
However, his legend had been passed down forever.
A legend that belonged to Admiral Wen Hu.
Thirty years later, Twain disappeared, but he did not die. Legend had it that he thoroughly studied the mystery of the fruit, saw the boundary of the microscopic world, and broke through the membrane to go to another world.
Whether it was a fact or a legend, no one knew.
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