Assassin's Creed: Pirates of the Caribbean

The hoarse and intimidating voice spread like a storm... Just from this voice, one can tell that the person coming here is extremely powerful! Especially the feeling mixed in it, as if it contains the breath of an ancient beast, which is suffocating! "This voice..."

Sengoku Sonobe Keiichi and others couldn't help but raise their eyebrows.

This is the Navy Headquarters... Why do such arrogant characters keep appearing here, daring to ignore the existence of the Navy Headquarters? In addition, the voice seems familiar... I'm afraid it's not the power that has been dormant for three thousand years, or the eight outstanding figures from the Heavenly Kingdom.

"He's here too."

Inside the Navy Headquarters, the Seven Warlords' seats area.

Doflamingo, who was sitting upright, was shaken by the sudden loud laughter. Before this, he was as afraid of the owner of this voice as a tiger. Even though he had established some connections with the Assassin's League, he still had a trace of fear in his heart.

Of course, compared to the series of shocking news he had just heard, the owner of this voice was nothing in his mind. After the brief panic passed, Doflamingo quickly stabilized his emotions and his eyes gradually became clear.

That's right... since even the evil god who can destroy the world has appeared, what can the owner of a mere voice count for? Are the Four Emperors that powerful?

He was just a backbone force three thousand years ago, not the top one at all! Now he is a subordinate of the super power of the Assassin's League. In terms of strength, at least his status is far higher than the owner of the voice, although the Assassin's League has not explicitly acknowledged this.

But after the Blue Phoenix Orochi revealed a series of inside stories, Doflamingo naturally classified himself as a member of the Assassin's League. After all, judging from their conversation, even if they joined forces to defeat Orochi this time, the ocean in the future would only become more chaotic.

Being able to cling to the Assassin's League, a force that had top power three thousand years ago, as a backer, what's the harm in being a younger brother? If the difference in strength between the two sides is minimal, Doflamingo will definitely be dissatisfied.

However, when he discovered the huge gap in strength between himself and the Assassin's League, he accepted this fact wholeheartedly.

Not to mention, having such a backer can also bring huge benefits to oneself!

"What is he doing getting involved?"

The scarred white beard immediately recognized the identity of the visitor. He frowned and thought hard, but he couldn't understand the motive of the visitor. He didn't have a good relationship with the owner of the voice... but soon, he was relieved.

He might have been very strong in the past, and could indeed influence the direction of the battle. But now, I'm sorry - a Four Emperor does not play a decisive role in the overall battle situation.

No matter what his purpose was, it would have little impact on the entire battlefield. Moreover, he was already a dying man, so he didn't need to worry too much about these things.

His only concern was whether the members of the Whitebeard Pirates would be able to survive safely after his death.

If the ocean really goes crazy and those forces from three thousand years ago reappear and cause unrest, then with the remaining strength of the Whitebeard Pirates, it would be difficult for them to live freely as before.

"Another...acquaintance..."

Rayleigh gently stroked the long sword in his hand and looked into the distance expressionlessly.

"Who dares to interfere in this battle?"

Countless people on the vast ocean heard this bold laughter, all of them were confused, and they speculated about the identity of the person who came, but they could never come up with an answer...

"You actually showed up at the Navy Headquarters at such a critical moment..."

"It even directly interrupted the upcoming confrontation between the Celestial Protoss, the Assassin's League, the World Government, the Whitebeard Pirates, and other forces..."

"What kind of confidence does this person have..."

New world.

Morgans, the president of the World Economic News Agency, stood up from his chair, his eyes wide open, and he held the pen with such force that the pen broke.

Too many things happened today, which shocked him deeply. However, besides being shocked, he realized the huge business opportunities hidden in it. If such explosive news could be released in the first time, he would definitely make a lot of money!

Moreover, he really didn't want to let others write such unprecedented news. Therefore, despite being extremely shocked, he still devoted half of his attention to writing this news.

The ever-changing situation on the battlefield caused Morgans' mood to fluctuate.

Especially when he was shocked beyond words by the news revealed by the Assassin's League, his inner shock reached its peak when he witnessed the battlefield changing again.

He was hunched over, his eyes wide open, staring at the screen, not daring to be distracted for a moment. He didn't even notice that the pen in his hand had been crushed.

"Could it be... that force from three thousand years ago?"

"Qing Feng once mentioned that although the Assassin's League was strong, it was not unique three thousand years ago..."

"The only ones who have the confidence to participate in this kind of battle...are probably the superpowers that survived three thousand years ago?"