Pirates: The Greatest Scoundrel in Navy History

Red Earth Continent.

The ring-shaped continent that crosses the Grand Line gets its name from the red soil covering its surface.

The blood-red continent stands majestically thousands of meters above the sea level. From the sea level, it looks like a cliff towering into the clouds, giving people a sense of vastness that is daunting and unclimbable.

As everyone knows, there stands a mysterious and great city on the top of the Red Earth Continent.

That place is the most respected land in the world.

Because this land is home to countless gods who sit high in the clouds and look down on all living beings and ants - the Celestial Dragons.

Inviolable, sacred and great... this is the "holy land" Marijoa.

Outside the outer city of the holy land Marijoa, outside the magnificent and towering huge city wall.

Whoosh!

A majestic and sturdy figure suddenly fell from the sea of ​​clouds in the sky, sank into the earth at an astonishing speed, and caused a dull rumbling sound.

The smoke and dust were huge, and long cracks continued to extend from the point of the fall, even causing tiny cracks to appear on the walls of the outer city of the Holy Land.

Such a terrifying movement immediately aroused the vigilance of the Holy Land Guards.

"Who is it!?"

"It seems that something has fallen!"

"Everyone be alert!"

"Be on guard!"

"..."

The Holy Land Guards, who were originally standing crookedly, were immediately awakened, and they all raised their neglected spears in their hands, pulled out their brand-new sabers that had never been stained with blood, and stared at that position with a look of doubt.

The smoke and dust were flying, and the gunpowder smoke was drifting in the wind.

A tall and vague figure slowly raised his shiny black military boots and stepped out.

The wind was fierce, and the cold and domineering figure gradually "broke away" from the smoke and dust.

The black short hair was swaying in the wind, and the eyes under the hair were as deep as the stars.

Without the usual straight uniform and navy cape, the black-haired young man was naked from the waist up, revealing his sharp and explosive muscles.

On that tall and cold body, there were scars crisscrossing like a ferocious centipede, which was extremely scary.

Many of them were obviously fresh wounds and had not healed completely.

On the black military trousers, there were still bloodstains that had not dried yet.

He stood outside the magnificent walls of the Holy Land of Mary Joa, with a strong smell of blood, his hands in his pockets, and a lit cigar in his mouth.

The fierce blood and terrifying momentum that he inadvertently exuded from his body frightened the hundreds of Holy Land guards who tried to surround him and made them dare not move, their pores stood up, and their hands trembled.

"He..."

"He is..."

"Rogers Darren!"

"The rumored vice admiral!!!"

"Kill the existence of the Golden Lion!"

"..."

The Holy Land Guard swallowed their saliva and became nervous.

Although they had already heard more or less about the fame of the man in front of them, their knowledge of Rogers Darren was limited to newspapers and gossip.

Even when they were on sentry duty and chatting, they would occasionally tease the so-called "King of the North Sea", who was actually just the most useful dog in the hands of the World Government.

After all, as members of the army guarding the Holy Land, they had naturally developed more or less self-confidence to look down on everything after staying in this lifelong place in the clouds for a long time.

What can the navy do?

Isn't it just a menial job like killing pirates and wiping their butts?

How can they be compared with the Holy Land Guards who guard the Holy Land and protect the great and noble Celestial Dragons?

But at this moment.

Looking at the black-haired navy standing there smoking with an indifferent look, each of them couldn't help but feel a bottomless chill on their backs, as if they were falling into an ice cave, and their teeth were trembling.

He clearly didn't vent his own momentum, but the fierce breath that came to their faces made them almost unable to breathe.

It was as if the guy in front of them was not a human, but a fierce beast that had come out of a sea of ​​corpses and blood!

"Wait, it is said that he just completed the task of intercepting the Whitebeard Pirates..."

"Could it be that the horrible injuries on his body were caused by fighting with Whitebeard?"

"He is really a monster..."

"..."

More and more Holy Land guards came from all over, filling the city walls like a white ocean.

While they were trembling with fear and vigilance against Darren, Darren was also casually looking at this group of Holy Land guards.

Out-of-shape bodies, loose formations, poorly maintained guns, brand new sabers and spears without any wear and tear, and frightened and uneasy eyes...

A barely perceptible sneer slowly bloomed at the corners of his lips.

"Darren!"

At this time, the Holy Land GuardsA powerful voice suddenly sounded from behind.

The crowd was stunned, and then they spontaneously separated a passage.

Wearing a wide cloak, Kong Gang walked out with big strides. The golden wheat ears on his shoulders, representing the authority of the Admiral of the Navy, swayed gently with his footsteps, carrying a heavy, steady, and immovable momentum.

"Marshal Kong."

Darren withdrew his gaze from the trembling faces of the Holy Land Guards, looked at Kong Gang who was walking over, and raised his hand to salute.

"You kid, this is too outrageous, can't you control it?"

Kong Gang looked at the shocking huge pit in front of him, and the cracks extending to the city wall, with a helpless face.

Darren smiled and said disapprovingly:

"I just fought with Whitebeard, and my injuries have not healed yet. I didn't control my strength for a while."

Kong Gang's face darkened.

He couldn't respond to this.

He already knew the information about the battle on Miracle Island. Roger, Kaido, and Big Mom all ran away. It was understandable that Darren was resentful.

He turned around and waved his hand, signaling the guards to retreat, and then lowered his voice and said:

"It is not convenient to talk about the relevant situation in Den Den Mushi. I will take you into the city and talk on the way..."

"So what conditions did the Five Elders put forward for my promotion to admiral?"

Darren interrupted Kong directly.

Kong Kong was stunned.

"How do you know..."

Darren shook his head and sneered:

"I am just a vice admiral of the Navy Headquarters. How can I be qualified to meet the Five Elders in person?"

"Since the Five Elders want to see me, they just want to promote me to the rank of Admiral."

"But the admiral is the highest authority in the Navy Headquarters, second only to the marshal, and is qualified to know many secrets of the World Government... So they must have conditions, right, Marshal Kong?"

Facing the sarcastic and determined eyes of the vice admiral, Kong sighed in his heart.

He was silent for a long time, and a complex look appeared on his weathered face, and he was hesitant to speak.

"Forget it, I'll ask it myself."

Darren shook his head and walked straight past Kong.

"I will take care of it myself, don't worry, Marshal Kong."

The faint voice echoed in the void, and the tall figure of the vice admiral of the navy had already stepped towards the magnificent holy city.

The strong wind blew past, and Gang Gukong felt cold all over.

He turned around stiffly, staring at Darren's back with his old eyes, his expression changing and his teeth clenched tightly.

Dusk was approaching, and the blood-red sunset pierced the sky like a sword and scattered on the earth.

The scarred figure of the vice admiral was even more lonely and sad... as if bathed in blood.

There was no swaying snow-white cloak, no justice flying on his back.

There was only the scarred back.

Proud as a gun.

The snow-white sacred city, the prosperous holy land, the magnificent city wall passage...

At this moment, it was like the mouth of a terrifying beast,

slowly swallowing the proud blood-colored figure.

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