[comprehensive] red tide

Who Killed the Mockingbird?

The world says it's me.

With justice and sacrifice, I killed the mockingbird.

Who witnessed her death?

The people said it was me.

With numbness and prejudice, I watched her die.

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Accompanied by the monotonous and simple melody, countless cards separated from the yellowed pages and floated floating on the side of the person, forming a regular formation to wrap her in again.

Her singing, like a nursery rhyme, is full of darkness, with a cool and neutral voice, and the timbre is icy and cold, with uncontrollable vicissitudes and sadness.

Of course, this is only on the surface.

The Warring States Marshal dared to swear with his beloved pet sheep, and heard what she was singing clearly. At this moment, several generals in the nearby naval camp twitched their brows violently, and their faces turned a little blue.

Especially Huang Yuan, he looks bad all over.

In this regard, Marshal Warring States expressed his understanding. Really, after all, many people present have experienced it not long ago, and they are extremely unwilling to encounter... such a speechless thing again.

That kind of...enhanced (misbehaving) Hyakki Yakura.

However, no matter how embarrassing it is, no general is willing to take a step back. In any case, this moment is the final key. No matter what tricks Nicole Robin plays, what the navy camp can do is adapt to the situation and seize the opportunity to win.

In this war, the answer that the Navy wants to give the world is only [victory], and they must win.

Grinding his teeth, the Marshal of the Warring States narrowed his eyes, clenched, loosened, clenched, and loosened his domineering fists wrapped in armed colors. After a long while, he took a deep breath and forced himself to take his attention away from that person. Instead, put it on Whitebeard.

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Whitebeard Edward Newgate, the world's strongest pirate, has fought Akainu Sakaski once again. The golden red magma erupted with high heat, and the blade reflected cold light.

The shocking fruit and the magma fruit, the two kinds of natural fruit abilities fight each other, causing violent vibrations, and the shock wave stirs up the central area of ​​the battle to form a turbulent flow, easily involving all the people who are close.

The magma poured down, devouring the fresh life without stopping.

The sharp and cold light of the knife flashed away, and the place where it passed was bloody and bloody.

Because Whitebeard fought with General Akainu too unscrupulously, the people surrounding the area reacted quickly after a short commotion, and the generals with higher ranks seized the superior position and waited for the opportunity with bated breath.

The generals and soldiers, who knew they were too weak, withdrew and turned to chase the fleeing pirates. Even Aokiji and Kizaru turned their fire without saying a word, and all greeted Whitebeard.

Taking a cursory glance at the past, the Marshal of the Warring States Period found that basically all the generals ran to besiege Whitebeard, and the only ones left in place, except himself, was Karp.

These bastards who don't know how to understand the elderly at all!Don't want to be molested/teasing for no reason, so you let your boss stay and bear it?A bunch of bastards!

The Warring States Marshal's eyes froze suddenly, then he thought about it, and sighed without a trace.

Others are fine, out of duty and a certain nature of a man facing a strong man, it is only natural to fight Whitebeard, who is the strongest pirate in the world, and the generals of the Navy Headquarters are more or less eager to try, I want to try to see how far the gap between myself and the other party is.

And Kuzan and Polusalino... Probably, at this time, they are even more unwilling to confront that man?At the end of the finale, once the two sides fight each other, they will never die.

As admirals of the navy, Aokiji and Kizaru have their responsibilities, but at the same time they are also human beings, just like other men, when the opponent is a woman they like, it is understandable for them to hesitate or even escape from reality.

After a moment of trance, the Marshal of the Warring States period immediately restrained his mind, his sense of knowledge turned to the limit, and while guarding against that person to the greatest extent, he cast his eyes on the battle centered on Whitebeard.

Because he knew very well that if the war was to end, the top priority was to deal with Edward Newgate.

Nicole Robin's chanting was still going on, obviously it should have a faint volume, but it sneaked into his hearing strangely, and, compared to the nursery rhymes that floated into his ears under the execution platform, it seemed that there were more other things thing.

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Who Killed the Mockingbird?

Who took her sanity?

Who annihilated her humanity?

Time said, it was me, with long years of nothing, I drove her into madness.

Fate said, it was me who pushed her into the abyss with countless superimposed coincidences.

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Unexpectedly, he caught a few words with strange meanings, and the Marshal of the Warring States was stunned. He unconsciously glanced at the man, but he was really stunned for a second.

The pitch-black cards forming a regular pattern beside the person are melting silently, like a dizzy air, she stands in the flickering light, her expression is dazed, the dark blue pupils staring straight at the person, filled with Chilling treachery.

Her eyes... don't look like they used to. Whether it's making her petty and eccentric, or being frivolous and mean to make her angry, it's not a smile or not. Her current appearance is obvious...

With a slight shock in his heart, the Warring States Marshal suddenly woke up. Before he could sternly warn the others, the card released by that person swelled and atomized like before.

It was more chaotic than the black before dawn, and the bright and dazzling dark light expanded rapidly, covering the sky and the sun in an instant, covering half of the Marineford Square.

Standing in the hazy mist, she raised her fingertips to match the rhythm of her singing, and the range of the voice overflowing from the corners of her lips increased a few degrees, and the tune gradually became more intense.

As the pitch-black cards were released one after another, the pervasive black mist became thicker and thicker, as if darkness enveloped the earth in an instant.

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Who will sing the eulogy for mercy?

Hate says it's me.

To kill with blood, I will play a funeral song.

Who will ring the death knell for forgiveness?

said the darkness, it was me.

With bones and remains, I will fill Hell without limit.

The person's singing pierced through the thick fog and slid through the ears like a snake. Compared with the desolation and plainness just now, her voice revealed extremely strong madness and bitter hatred.

Who killed Mockingbird, who buried her deep in the ground, and who paid for it?

Said the devil, I am her coffin pivot, I will take her place.

The world killed the mockingbird.

Humans pay the price.

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After a while, the dark light suddenly cooled and solidified. The Marshal of the Warring States raised his eyes slightly, and he could barely make out the black shadow covering the sky like... the outline of an indescribable giant beast.

It is vaguely the position of the head, and the eyes are burned into two dark fires, entrenched in the mid-air treacherously, looking down at the feet coldly.

In the breath-stopping silence and astonishment, it slammed down towards the square ferociously. The smell of decay was mixed with strong blood, and the murderous intent and thousands of killings pierced the bones.

In an instant, there was a loud gunshot.

Whether it was the generals who were confronting Whitebeard head-on, or other generals and soldiers on the battlefield, everyone subconsciously launched an attack within the range of the giant beast.

However, it is also illusory, even though countless artillery fire and sniper bullets/bullets pass through, it is not damaged at all. Instead, with the shock caused by the attack, the screen shakes a few times before it fades slowly, and the looming fine particles are scattered and scattered. , like a rain.

Or, more like a snow...

The ominous black snow covered the field of vision, as if the abyss was brought to the world.

Crying and screaming faces, ferocious and resentful faces, terrified eyes, and countless images are distorted and changing, close at hand, yet out of reach.

Enchanting and glamorous, handsome and brave, vicious, ferocious, all the words that can be used to describe temperament can almost find the corresponding faces in these undead.

However, they are afterimages.

Or should I say, it was the mirage she released.

Flesh and blood foam, dense white bones, endless tombstones...

The body of the giant beast seems to have buried the whole hell.

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In just a moment, all the phantoms faded back into bright dark lights, and they gathered in a certain direction as if they were being drawn.

The direction where the dark light condenses is where Nicole Robin is.

A few seconds later, after the anomaly subsided, the person suddenly put on a pitch-black cloak, or rather, the cloak that wrapped her tightly was actually formed by the condensed dark lights.

Nicole Robin, who was bathed in everyone's amazed eyes, looked unhappily, and the corners of the night-colored cloak stretched across the ground, making her already pale face almost morbidly transparent.

For some reason, Marshal Warring States always felt that she...maybe it was an illusion. In his eyes, Nicole Robin seemed a little faded (what's wrong with the adjective?).

After thinking about it, he looked up and down carefully, and finally, Marshal Zhan Guo gave himself a tick in his heart. It wasn't that he was old and dim-sighted, but that the man had indeed changed.

Perhaps it is the visual conflict caused by the black cloak and the hatchback?

As if the excess color had faded away, she was only left with two colors of black and white. Even the original dark blue pupils seemed to be eroded by the darkness, turning into an extremely deep, dark blue that was close to black.

In addition to the slight change in appearance, the man also had a substantial smell of blood.

A sense of oppression radiated out, mixed with incomparably chaotic violence, which made the air creak, and the killing intent whirled rapidly and twisted into a vortex, coiling and entangled, like a hurricane raging on the surface of the ocean.

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While he was looking at her, she was also staring at him quietly.

After a long time, the person turned his gaze away slightly, pursed his lips and looked around indifferently, then raised his arms, moved his fingertips, thin black silk thread flowed around her fingertips, and there were faintly a few cobweb-like threads. Transparent cracks suddenly shot out.

Her fingertips seemed to be inserted/inserted into nothingness, and then pulled out/extracted in an instant, the cloak and wide sleeves drew a shallow arc, and when her arms fell again, her fingertips were stained with traces of blood.

Almost at the same time, some of the generals besieging Whitebeard not far away let out a muffled grunt, staggered a few times, or wounds appeared on their chests or throats, bloody and bloody, as if they had been stabbed by sharp claws. Torn apart.

In an instant, everyone on the scene stopped and cast their gazes over, their eyes filled with horror. After a few seconds, the battle started again as if the pause button was pressed, and the vacancy created by the injured was quickly filled. The Admiral led, and the siege of Whitebeard continued.

At this time, the thick and fishy smell was just diffused in the air.

Afterwards, Marshal Warring States heard the man say softly, "This is a warning." The tone used was sparse and ordinary, as if killing or injuring dozens of people in an instant was nothing more than a simple effort.

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Squinting his eyes fiercely, the Marshal of the Warring States Forced to suppress the burning rage in his heart, moved slightly with his feet, and in an instant, someone interrupted his attacking intention first.

"Parallel spaces at the same point in time overlap."

Polusalino the yellow ape pulled back from the battle and walked towards her slowly, humming loudly, "You have the ability to compress it into a very small area of ​​your fingertips, and use it as a kill, really!" Eye-opening~”

The figure kept walking towards her, but the person fell silent, as if he was trying to gather his words, and he continued after a while, "Your dazzling card book, isn't it real ability?"

"It's just the opposite, it keeps limiting your power."

"Because from the first time you released the card, I noticed that the Qi on your body has gradually increased, until now, the amount of Qi tends to be saturated."

Wrapped in the sky filled with flames and gunpowder smoke, the voice of the yellow ape vaguely brought out some strangeness, which seemed to be vaguely sentimental, and seemed to reveal some indescribable sadness.

"Since the day you used the human form, the Science Department has been paying attention to your abilities, but after searching the Devil Fruit Illustration Book, including all existing documents, there is no similar record, which is almost unheard of."

"The Ministry of Science has conceived many kinds of answers, even including the dark fruit. Then Marshall D. Teach appeared and overturned that judgment. Coupled with the accuracy of your intelligence control, I guess your ability is essentially time and space."

"The card book is actually closer to a storage-type existence. The various tricks in it are formed by forcing and limiting the abilities of other capable users at a certain point in time and space."

"So the birth of each card consumes some power, and then you spend a lot of energy maintaining its balance, creating the illusion that the real power is much weaker than it looks."

"However, at this moment, completely liberating the card and returning the divided amount will bring your state close to its peak."

While speaking, he walked a few meters away from that person and stood still again. The general Huang Yuan exuded an extremely gloomy breath, "You are indeed a fraudster~ Nicole Robin, you have deceived the whole world."

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After Huang Yuan's voice fell, the man's eyes moved slightly. Although he didn't answer, there was a kind of... vaguely acquiescing in his eyes.

After a brief silence, the man sighed softly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Your Excellency General Huang Yuan has always been a smart person."

While speaking, she raised her hand again, palm down, and landed on the black book that was always floating. As the title page was flipped, two more cards slowly appeared.

And when they were completely separated, the tome of the book faded layer by layer in an instant, shattered into countless tiny light particles, and disappeared without a trace.

Lowering her eyelashes, she glanced at the place where the book should have been stored. She pursed her lips, and a trace of regret seemed to slip through her eyes, but she didn't say anything, just catching the two cards that had lost the suspension and dropped.

Putting them into the palm of her hand, she rubbed them with her fingertips, while muttering to herself, "Before the decisive battle, even if I forcefully liberate and return the Nianquan, I still have things that I am reluctant to lose."

"The gift left for you, the souvenir you gave me."

There was a self-deprecating smile on the corner of her mouth, and then she flipped her wrist, and the card on her fingertips disappeared instantly, and then she raised her eyes, her eyes looked very peaceful, "I will do my best in the future, life and death are at stake, you don't have to worry about it, General Huang Yuan What."

"A head-on confrontation, I can't tolerate my subordinates." Huang Yuan snorted, with a half-sarcasm and half-sarcasm tone, "If you want to fight against the world's naval elite, you alone are not enough to watch~"

"You will die in the end, and the navy will pay a heavy price for it. We..." He paused at this point, Huang Yuan turned his face and looked around, took a deep breath before continuing, "The two sides will stop here, how can we?" ?”

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Hearing his general's suggestion, the Marshal of the Warring States was stunned, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Garp beside him. When the two eyes met, they quickly staggered away. After that, the Marshal of the Warring States closed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "If If you are willing to leave now, you will not be hindered by anything, Nicole Robin."

Huang Yuan's decision was self-assessed, but Marshal Warring States had no choice but to agree, because Polusalino's choice was quite wise for the naval camp.

The facts are in front of us, everything is just as Huang Yuan said, Nicole Robin confronts the Navy head-on, the price of killing her may be very, very heavy.

Although the top-level combat power can survive without any damage, the lieutenant general and his team are in a dire situation... Unfortunately, that part of the middle-level combat power is just what the navy can't afford to consume. Every general who dies in battle will be of great concern to the future naval camp. Unforeseeable loss.

In the past ten years, the naval camp has gradually tended to decline. The process of that change is slow and subtle, and so far we can't even see the clues, but there are not no people who have noticed it.

Including some high-level officials of the world government, until the Four Emperors and Seven Warriors of the pirate camp, people who are also at the top can more or less see the future dilemma of the navy.

The pirate camp is naturally eye-catching. After all, the two sides are tit-for-tat, and there is no disadvantage caused by the enemy due to its own reasons, which is even more gratifying for the pirates.

The world government also looks on coldly, because most of the world's armed forces are in the hands of the navy, and the rulers of various countries have held a hostile attitude from the moment the navy prospered.

Warring States also knew the truth that prosperity must decline, but he knew better that once the navy camp weakened and lost its absolute suppression, the current superficial stability would immediately collapse.

It will take a long time to re-establish an order. During this period of turmoil around the world, how many innocent civilians will be destroyed and displaced?

As the admiral of the navy, all Sengoku can do is to delay recovery as much as possible. The crux of today's battle is also for this purpose. The execution of Fire Fist will face the head of the Four Emperors, and try to kill Whitebeard and another One Piece who may appear in the future.

Once the navy succeeds, the pirate camp will be in chaos for at least several years. This period of time is the buffer the navy has won for the next generation who are too late to grow up.

Even if the battle of Marineford today is only out of the selfishness of the navy and is meaningless to the world, Marshal Sengoku has to do that.

Even if, one day in the future, history may give him an unfavorable evaluation as a marshal, today, standing in his position, the Warring States Period does not care so much.

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Thoughts turned and turned in a flash, but only for a moment, the Marshal of the Warring States put away all irrelevant emotions, calmed down, and waited for that person to make a choice.

The person looked a little astonished when Huang Yuan made the proposal. Xu felt that the development of the situation was much more than expected, and she even blinked slowly. For a long time, her eyes looked blank.

After a while, she seemed to come back to herself suddenly, her lips trembled imperceptibly, as if she wanted to say something, but she remained silent after several hesitation, and finally, the corners of her mouth curled up, revealing an extremely soft smile.

"I'm sorry~ I've let you down." The moment she smiled, her pupils shone brightly, causing her to stare at the yellow ape, showing some affection indistinctly.

The Warring States Marshal sighed silently, and then saw the yellow ape facing the man, with his hands behind his back suddenly clenched into fists, and his knuckles turned blue and white.

Seeing this, the Warring States Marshal couldn't help but sighed again.

Sighing again, Marshal Warring States' domineering aura instantly increased. At the same time, Garp, who had never said a word, took a step forward, and the corner of his cloak swung into a whirlwind.

Huang Yuan let go of his fists, his hands dropped to his sides, his fingertips transformed into bright yellow light particles.

The man withdrew his smile, his face sank immediately, and he was obviously on guard.

Because they both know that at this moment, both sides have no choice but to fight with all their strength.

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