There's always someone who thinks about my vests and they're fighting

New World, the territory of the Whitebeard Pirates.

On the Moby Dick.

Because Nanika successfully revived Sage, Aluka, who came back, was warmly received by the Whitebeard Pirates, and sat on Whitebeard's lap with Yumeno Kusaku, happily sharing Sage's special Sweetened desserts.

After enjoying the dessert, the two cubs got together and chatted for a while, sharing their experiences.

To everyone in the Whitebeard Pirates, this picture looks like two kittens nestling on their father's lap, meowing and licking each other's fur, so cute that people can't help but hold their breath.

"I always feel like I forgot something..." Yumeno Hisaku suddenly whispered.

"By the way!" Sachi heard Yumeno Hisaku's muttering, showing a dazed expression, as if remembering something, and asked, "Speaking of which, where's Ace?"

"Don't worry, Ace is going to get that bastard Tiki."

"Is he alone?" Sach suddenly became anxious, "No! You can't let Ace go alone! It will be dangerous! Tichi hides his strength, he is very strong, and he will play tricks and sneak attacks, in case he Find someone to ambush Ace..."

Whitebeard's eyes narrowed and he began to think.

Although he is confident that Ace will not lose to Titch, Sage is also his son after all, and White Beard can't refuse to listen to his son's suggestion.

Thinking about it carefully, Tiki is definitely not easy to kill people on the Moby Dick and escape overnight without being discovered by anyone.

Ace can't go alone.

Whitebeard finally made up his mind and sent someone to help Ace.

As for the red-haired Shanks also said similar things, White Beard said: The red-haired boy is not my son, so he dares to interfere in my family affairs?I don't care what he says!

At this time, the red-haired Shanks, who had already left the territory of the Whitebeard Pirates, suddenly sneezed and couldn't help rubbing his nose: Strange, did the little devil miss me? ...No, probably White Beard scolded me secretly, right?What a stingy, stubborn old man...

"Marco!" White Beard looked at Marco.

Without waiting for Whitebeard's order, Marco already understood what Whitebeard meant, which was exactly what he thought.

"Leave it to me, daddy! I'll go find Ace right now!" Marco transformed into a phoenix form without hesitation. Before flying out, he didn't forget to turn around and tell Yumeno Hisaku to take care of himself.

"I see, Marco is really long-winded..." Hisakuku Yumeno complained, but a smile from the heart unconsciously appeared on his face.

Seeing this scene, Aluka's expression gradually became entangled.

On the other side, Baldigo, the island of white clay.

Revolutionary Army Base Headquarters, meeting time.

Drago first briefly analyzed the pros and cons of the recent actions of the Revolutionary Army, and made a summary.

Thanks to Gogol's help, in the last few operations, the revolutionary army's weapons transfers and material subsidies were timely, and overall it went smoothly.Drago strongly affirmed Gogol's help to the revolutionary cause, then pointed out the areas for improvement that the revolutionary army had exposed in these few operations, and then began to assign the next tasks of the revolutionary army.

This time the situation is still the same as before: the people of a certain country could not bear the oppression and secretly contacted the members of the Revolutionary Army branched in that place, but the armed forces of the Revolutionary Army in that place were limited, so they asked for help from above.

Undoubtedly, the task of transferring weapons and personnel once again fell to Gogol.

Gogol has no opinion on this.

For Gogol, long-distance teleportation is a bit exhausting, but it doesn't matter. He has always been very happy to witness people's struggle for freedom.

Against oppression, against brainwashing, against all unfreedom.

It has to be said that the actions of the revolutionary army, to a certain extent, coincided with Gogol's pursuit.

Therefore, during this period of time, Gogol got along very happily with the revolutionary army.

After the tasks were assigned, Sabo was the first to mention the recent "Dream City and Fanatics" incident that has intensified on the sea: "...so far, more and more people have become fanatics after being pulled into the Dream City .As far as the known intelligence is concerned, no matter if it is the navy, pirates, or the revolutionary army, as long as they fall asleep, they will be drawn into the undersea city in the dream without distinction..."

"Raliyah—" Gogol suddenly dragged his voice, interrupting Sabo's words.

There was a strange light shining in those dazzling golden pupils, the corners of Gogol's mouth slightly raised, he was clearly smiling, but there was no trace of a smile in his eyes, inexplicably, it made people feel cold all over.

But this chilling expression only appeared on Gogol's face for a brief moment, and he quickly restrained himself. In a trance, people couldn't help but suspect that the expression he saw before was just It's a delusional illusion.

Gogol always had a smile on his face that seemed to never disappear. He said: "The name of that underwater city is La'lye."

"...That's right, the fanatics call that underwater city La'lye." Sabo hesitated, and asked, "Do you know anything about this, Mr. Gogol."

"Oh, this..." Gogol casually took off the card covering his right eye, with a half-truth and half-fake melancholy expression on his face, he dragged out his voice, like a troubadour singing a chant "'In R'lyeh's mansion, the sleeping Cthulhu is waiting for a dream.'* This is a very popular sentence in the Dark Continent. The best divination demon in the Dark Continent once left such a prophecy--'When the stars return to their positions, R'lyeh will rise to the surface and bring havoc to all mankind.'* This is a catastrophe concerning all mankind..."

Except for Gogol, the expressions on everyone's faces gradually became serious.

"So, do gods really exist? There are also demons..." Someone couldn't help asking.

"Hush——" Gogol raised his index finger, brought it to his lips, and made a silent gesture. He didn't explain too much, and asked with a chuckle, "Is it important to exist or not?"

"Of course..." The other party nodded immediately.

"Don't worry, answer after thinking clearly." Gogol interrupted the answer that the other party blurted out calmly, squinting his eyes slightly, and said in a persuasive manner, "Think carefully, whether the existence of gods will really affect what we do next." decision?"

"Mr. Gogol, what do you mean..."

The smile on Gogol’s face continued to widen. With a flick of his fingertips, the card in his hand was thrown into the air, and then fell lightly. He stared at the card and said meaningfully: “We have always been Isn't it all about fighting against the gods?"

The author has something to say: *Excerpt from "The Call of Cthulhu"

bhys is a little short today, really sleepy, I don’t know what’s going on recently, I have insomnia when I lie down, I feel sleepy when I wake up, I don’t get enough sleep, I feel dizzy, I really hate this feeling of inefficiency (T^T)