One Piece: The Legend of Beasts

The rich white light gradually faded away like the tide, and the scene that was originally covered up slowly emerged.

The entire sea became turbulent, with a path forcibly cut through the middle. The strong winds whipped up waves dozens of feet high, forming layers of huge waves that continued to surge and surge, and could not be calmed for a long time.

Pools of bright red blood spread out from the sea water, and scattered corpses were floating everywhere on the sea. Their tattered clothes made it vaguely clear that they were naval officers. They were constantly colliding with the shattered wreckage of ships along the surging waves. Anyone with a conscience seeing this scene would not be able to bear to describe their appearance at this moment.

Somewhere on the turbulent sea, stands a huge dome made of countless densely packed hexagonal crystals. It glows crimson under the sunlight, and the surface of the dome is covered with long and thick cracks crisscrossing like tree branches, which are constantly spreading rapidly outwards. At this rate, it will shatter soon.

The next moment, the dense cracks suddenly stopped expanding and shrank back at a speed visible to the naked eye. In a moment, the huge crystal dome returned to its original state, as if the previous damage had never existed.

"I was really scared and broke out in a cold sweat."

With a slightly tired and lucky voice, the airtight crystal dome turned into flying petals and drifted away, revealing the island hidden inside. The island was full of jagged rocks, uneven weeds, and spider-web-like thick cracks everywhere, and no one was intact.

The man with the pink slicked-back hair was lying on his back on the uneven ground. His hands, which had been stretched straight up in the air for a long time, slowly dropped down and gently placed on his sweaty forehead. He let out a long sigh of relief: "I almost thought we couldn't stop them. Those pirates actually hid such a powerful trump card. Couldn't they have informed us in advance..."

"Charlotte Linlin and the new monster's special attack? It seems a bit too much."

"Ahem! Ahem! You bastard pirates, are you taking this opportunity to escape?!"

As the words fell, two tightly fitted rock masses suddenly exploded, and the figures of Sengoku and Vice Admiral Tsuru, who had regained their human form, slowly walked out of them. Although the contraction and squeezing of the rocks had no effect on them, the expressions on their faces were much uglier than if they were seriously injured.

"I can't think of a more tragic word to describe this..."

Vice Admiral Tsuru put her hands behind her back and looked around. She could vaguely see the smoke billowing on the sea in the distance. She slowly closed her beautiful eyes, as if the tragic scenes were still in her mind. After a cup of tea, she opened her eyes again. There was no expression on her face, but her voice became serious, "I can still feel the breath of some children, but the pirates' ship seems to have successfully evacuated. As for Vice Admiral King Black, although he is still breathing weakly, if he is not rescued in time, I am afraid..."

Sengoku knew that Observation Haki was the area in which this old comrade excelled, and he had no doubt about her judgment. His eyes became heavy, "I'll go first."

At this moment, a deafening explosion was heard from the sky, and the huge cloud cocoon suspended in the sky instantly exploded into pieces, causing a violent air wave to spread around. A stream of purple light shot out from it, and shot towards the sea like an arrow. From a distance, it looked like a meteor across the sky.

"In the end, that kid got there first."

Zhan Guo quickly recognized Zefa, who had fought side by side with him many times. A feeling of relief spread throughout his body. He sat cross-legged on the ground with a helpless smile on his face. "Both his strength and speed are beyond his normal level. You can imagine the anger accumulated in his heart."

Vice Admiral Tsuru sighed and agreed with him: "Thank goodness the Rocks Pirates are no longer here, otherwise he would definitely be the first one to go up and fight them to the death."

"I say, can't you come over and care about your good comrades? After all, I saved your life..."

The pink-haired man's wailing voice reached their ears. Just as Zhan Guo was about to say something, Vice Admiral Crane had already strode to the man lying on the ground, seemingly dying. His pretty eyes revealed a bit of indifference as he said coldly, "I really owe you a favor this time. If you hadn't chosen to play dead to save your energy, we would have probably become food for the sea beasts by now."

"Hahaha, in return, Ahe, shouldn't you accompany me on a date... Ouch!" Before Rubair could finish his malicious words, Lieutenant General He kicked him in the face.

Looking at this situation, Zhan Guo couldn't help but hold his forehead and sighed, and said to his colleague who made him feel the most uneasy: "Anyway, I am more or less unwilling to let Rocks and his gang escape, but we have achieved our goal."

"Hahaha, so whether we win or lose, we won't suffer any loss!"

Rubair had a swollen face, but a determined smile hung on the corner of his mouth. "I wonder what kind of expressions they will show when they return to Beehive Island?"

"It's a pity that the CP9 member was taken away by them."

Vice Admiral Tsuru looked up at the boundless sky, frowned slightly, and murmured, "I hope he can withstand the torture of those pirates."

"It's not up to us to decide on this matter."

Zhan Guo slowly stood up, folded his arms across his chest, and regained his usual majestic look. He looked directly at the choppy sea and said word by word, "We just need to wait and see, and wait for the two forces to fight. No matter which side wins, the one who laughs last must be 'justice'."

The Whirlpool Island in the New World, as the name suggests, is surrounded by large and small ocean whirlpools, each with a radius of tens of meters, rotating at a very high speed. Once a ship approaches carelessly, it will be instantly swept into the turbulent current and then disappear silently into the depths of the ocean.

Huge air currents formed in the center of all the vortices and rotated continuously, ravaging the entire sky like a tornado. The huge suction force transmitted was enough to devour any living creature passing by in the sky.

Therefore, anyone who has a little bit of respect for his own life will never approach this forbidden zone of death with undercurrents.

However, on this originally uninhabited island, a large crowd of people gathered here. They were dressed very casually and all of them carried weapons. Many of them wore red turbans with a skull mark painted in the middle.

There is no doubt that this is a group of pirates who accidentally stumbled into this place.

"Ah--"

One of the men, who had short blond hair and round-framed glasses, lay down beside a boulder, put his hands behind his head, yawned lazily, and asked his companion in a slightly lazy voice, "Calculating the time, we have been trapped in this damn place for almost two days, right?"

"Don't ask me this kind of question. You know I have no concept of time!"

Following a hearty and somewhat complaining voice, a middle-aged man in a red coat slowly stood up from the ground, took a sip of beer, and wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth. He had sparse stubble on his lips, his cheeks were flushed from drinking too much, and his short black hair looked a little messy and unkempt. If you met him for the first time, you would definitely think he was just a drunkard you could see everywhere on the street.

But as soon as your eyes meet his, you will easily feel an indescribable, irresistible attraction that makes you want to get closer to him and understand what kind of person he is.

"I really admire you. What would we do if we, the old brothers, were not here..."

The blond man held his forehead and sighed slightly, looking at the huge pirate ship docked on the shore in the distance, with a relieved smile on his face, "Anyway, our luck is not that bad. The Or Jackson only suffered some minor wear and tear on the surface, and none of our brothers are missing."

"Haha, all this is thanks to Mr. Tom who helped us build the boat!" Another man with a long black ponytail and wearing a pair of sunglasses ate a piece of barbecue and laughed. His laughter always carried a kind of affinity that made people feel indescribably enjoyable when listening to it.

"Being too modest is not a good thing, Jabba. Without your superb steering skills, we would not have been able to arrive here safely." A handsome man with a ponytail, leaning against the rock wall with his arms folded across his chest, said with a smile, his face always wearing a leisurely and contented expression.

"There's still plenty of food, so we can easily survive for another month!"

"But what should we do when all the food is eaten?"

"What are you afraid of? With the captain here, we can definitely get through this difficult time!"

"We've been through so many hardships, what's a mere Whirlpool Island?"

Looking at the cheering crowd around him, the blond man showed a relieved smile. It was because everyone always maintained a positive and optimistic attitude when encountering a crisis that they were able to get all the way to where they are now.

He coughed heavily twice, and it seemed that the blond man had a very high status in the pirate group. The pirates shut their mouths one after another, and the scene gradually became quiet.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on him, the blond man finally spoke: "I can understand everyone's feelings, but there are more important things waiting for us to do right now."

"Are you referring to the meeting with Rocks?" Jabba restrained the smile on his face and his expression became much more serious.

The blond man nodded, brushed off the dust on his clothes, and slowly straightened his upper body, saying, "Today is the day we agreed to meet them, but looking at the current situation, we definitely won't be able to make it to Grassland Island."

"Indeed, even if we rush there non-stop now, it will take three days."

A tall fishman with a rough appearance and a burly physique said in a gruff voice, with a very serious expression, "According to my long-term observation, these whirlpools are slowly moving clockwise around the island, and the speeds of movement vary. In about ten days, a passage will form between the two whirlpools at a 45° angle to the northwest of the island, which is only large enough for one ship to enter and exit. This is our only way to leave the island."

"As expected of Sambel! You know much more about the sea than we do!" A short man in Viking-style armor gave a thumbs up to his reliable companion.

"The key is not here..." A burly man standing next to him with a cigar in his mouth couldn't help but complain.

"The most troublesome thing is that the magnetic field of Whirlpool Island is extremely chaotic. It can block signals within a radius of hundreds of miles. Communication equipment such as Den Den Mushi cannot be used at all."

As he spoke, the blond man pulled out a Den Den Mushi from his arms and pressed the buttons on the top of the shell a few times, but there was no response. This result seemed to have been expected by him. He threw the Den Den Mushi aside and said in a very calm tone, "Therefore, we can only wait ten days to get news from the outside world."

After hearing his explanation, everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a moment.

After a while, the man in red who had been silent broke the silence: "In short, this peace talk is probably hopeless. I have no idea whether the situation will develop in a more serious direction."

At this point, his eyes quickly moved to the crowd, staring at a certain person with a sharp gaze, and said word by word: "So, can you explain why you asked us to take this route, Harold?"

When he said the name, everyone was stunned, and their eyes were focused on a man in a clean suit with a mask on his left eye. The man was secretly surprised, but he remained calm on the surface. He walked out of the crowd quickly, stopped in front of the man in red, bowed deeply to him, and said humbly: "I am very sorry about this, Captain Roger. It was my momentary misjudgment that put everyone in danger."

The man named Roger stretched out his right hand and put it on his shoulder, slowly helped him up, and said casually, "Don't be so reserved. You have been my old brother for three years. Just say whatever you want to say."

Harold only felt an invisible force lifting him up. He was unable to resist and could only sigh and agree to his request: "I understand... As for why I chose this route, it was because I mistakenly thought that I could reach Prairie Island quickly by taking this shortcut. As a navigator, I was really irresponsible..." At this point, he wiped the corners of his moist eyes, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

Roger stared at the man without saying a word, as if he was enjoying a wonderful performance. After a while, he took out a jet-black conch from his pocket, pressed a button on the surface, and several intermittent sounds came out from it.

"Roger... in three days... contact Rocks... be sure... General..."

"Roger deliberately introduced...the unknown...inhuman zone...to make enemies with them..."

"Copy Roger... voice... pass it to the five adults... record it at any time... fool Rocks..."

"Remember...watch...Roger's...whereabouts...the government's victory..."

The sounds coming from the conch stopped abruptly. Although the sounds were very low and hoarse, people still recognized that one of the voices was their companion Harold. They all changed color in anger and moved quickly, surrounding Harold in a blink of an eye.

"This is a sound shell I got from a pirate when I was young. It is said to be a product of Sky Island. It can record and play. Maybe it's a bit old, so the effect is not very good."

Roger put the conch back into his pocket and explained to the dumbfounded man nonchalantly, "I'm sorry, I noticed you sneaking into the cave last night, so I followed you and accidentally violated your privacy."

Harold was stunned for a long while, secretly cursing himself for not realizing he was being followed, but he laughed dryly on his face: "Captain Roger, what are you doing? Could it be that this sound shell is recording a voice very close to mine, so this misunderstanding occurred..."

"Don't try to make excuses. I chose this moment specifically to expose you in public."

Roger interrupted him rudely, holding the handle of the knife at his waist, and slowly pulled out the long and narrow blade, flashing a cold light on the surface. Without saying a word, he stretched out the long knife, pointed the shining blade at the man standing in front of him, and shouted word by word, "Although I don't know what kind of person you are, I still hope you can tell me everything. I don't want to see a drop of blood unless it's absolutely necessary!"