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

Naval Headquarters, Marlin Vandeau.

Admiral Sengoku was sitting in his office, staring solemnly at the live broadcast projected by the phone bug. He really couldn't figure out what the world government wanted to do.

In the past month, all the CP members who were in charge of guarding the Celestial Dragons in the holy land of Maryjoa were transferred away in batches by the Five Old Stars, and all the slaves kept by the Celestial Dragons were also arranged to be transferred to the Chambord Islands.

Today, only the Celestial Dragons are left in the Holy Land of Marygeia.

To be precise, on this day, all the Celestial Dragons gathered in the holy land of Mary Geia, and those whose identities were recognized by the world government, without exception.

It is said that an unprecedented grand ceremony is about to start here, and Wulaoxing even made a special trip to join the Navy for a live broadcast to the whole world.

The majestic buildings of Pangu City appeared in the live broadcast. In front of the city gate, a tall altar was built at some time.

The altar is carved with unknown ancient patterns, interspersed with upside-down, meaningless text lines, which seem to emit a dark and strange turquoise light, which makes people feel irritated from the bottom of their hearts at a glance.

A tall and thin man in black robes turned his back to the crowd, facing the altar, and murmured something like prayers.

This person is wearing a tall pointed hat, only revealing a thin back, his voice is very distinctive, it sounds indistinguishable from male and female, it seems mysterious.

To be honest, this black-robed man looks like a Cthulhu fanatic who has been making waves in the sea recently from his dress to his words and deeds.

Looking at the live broadcast projected by the phone bug, Zhan Guo looked heavy.

To be able to make such a big commotion in the holy land of Marygeia, the identity of this black-robed man is definitely not simple. What's more, behind this black-robed man, the five old stars who hold the power of the world government actually kneel respectfully Lying on the ground, like the most loyal dog, waiting for the master's command.

The man in black didn't care at all, as if he was used to it, he devoted himself to praying to the gods.

The projected image shook slightly, and the person holding the phone bug turned around.

Warring States couldn't help but gasped, feeling a little shuddering.

I saw that under the altar, the usually arrogant and rude Tianlongren knelt on the ground at this moment.Among them, the older ones behaved as respectfully as the five old stars, and they prostrated quietly on the ground, not daring to have any complaints.The younger ones seemed to be a little confused, showing obvious blank expressions, but under the oppression of the elders at home, they did not dare to ask questions, so they had to kneel there with a demented expression, as if they were a little dazed.

Could it be—

Sengoku's pupils shrank violently.

That person... the black-robed man on the altar, could it be the legendary king of the Celestial Dragons? !

According to legend, he can extinguish the lights in history at any time, and he can be called a god of immortality...

Warring States suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

If even that person has become a Cthulhu fanatic, can the world be saved?

Messed up, messed up, all messed up...

The king of the Celestial Dragons, who had always been hidden behind the scenes and never showed his face, stood up and put up altars at the gates of the Holy Land Maryjoa and Pangu City, trying to wake up the sleeping gods.

Things got bigger.

Warring States subconsciously took out the phone bug, wanting someone to block the signal, so as to prevent the live broadcast screen projected by the video phone bug from transmitting more information and causing riots.But he suddenly hesitated, staring fixedly at the phone bug in his hand, his expression unpredictable.

After a long time, Sengoku sighed, and finally stopped his movements, and continued to stare at the projection phone bug with a sullen face.

At the same time, in a certain sea area, on the ice, Aokiji Kuzan was also watching the projection of this live broadcast.

Kuzan has not caught the "magic clown" so far, so he just excused himself from the field and continued to wander aimlessly on the sea, as if he was looking for something, but even he himself couldn't tell what he was looking for.

At this time, looking at the screen projected by the live broadcast, the lazy temperament lingering around Kuzan was swept away, and his expression became unprecedentedly serious.

At the beginning, Kuzan was also shocked by the scene of many Tianlong people kneeling on the ground, followed by deep thinking.

Do gods really exist?Is the master of the dream that once pulled countless people into it, but finally disappeared, really a god?

God...

Possessing unrivaled power in the world, would such a god be just?

Kuzan was a little dazed, and countless fragments of memories suddenly appeared in his mind: During the operation of the Demon Slaying Order in O'Hara in the West Sea, he watched Sakaski expressionlessly ordering the bombardment of civilian ships trying to escape, For the first time in his heart, he questioned the absolute justice of the navy, and gradually changed from "burning justice" to "lazy justice"; on the Chambord Islands, when he happened to pass by, he saw Tianlong people trampling on slaves more than once, wantonly insulting Civilians were either shot, or let dogs hurt people, one after another, one after another, but the navy could do nothing, could only avoid it from a distance, pretending not to see it; in order to maintain balance, the world government gave If Wangxia Qiwuhai has the legal right to plunder, Wangxia Qiwuhai only needs to pay tribute to the world government after the looting, and will not be held accountable, and all crimes will be whitewashed...

How ridiculous is this world...

Kuzan's eyes fell on the projected screen, and he twitched the corner of his mouth inexplicably.

God?justice?

Kuzan moved his lips silently, as if he wanted to ask a question, but in the end he just closed his eyes quietly, letting the projection of the phone bug be projected aside.

More than 20 years of naval career has made Kuzan understand the truth that there are many things in this world that are beyond the reach of human beings.

Extreme justice can sometimes drive people crazy, but where can we find real justice?

Isle of White Earth, Baldigo.

Drago and the officers of the Revolutionary Army stared closely at the projected live broadcast, and the atmosphere gradually became dignified.

It turned out that the Tianlong people who ruled everything and stood aloof would also bend their knees under the gaze of everyone, kneeling on the ground like the civilian slaves who were bullied by them.

With such a big scene, what exactly does the world government want to do?

Drago couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

At this moment, after Gogol finished transporting the supplies and equipment distributed to the revolutionary army everywhere, a flash appeared out of nowhere, he tapped his toe on the desk beside him, and jumped to the ground briskly.

"You are finally here, Mr. Gogol." Sabo breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Gogol, and immediately pointed to the projected image, asking, "What's going on with that altar?"

"What altar?" Gogol glanced at the altar in the projection screen along the direction of Sabo's finger, and his expression was obviously startled.

Immediately afterwards, Gogol seemed to have seen an extremely ridiculous performance. He couldn't help laughing out loud, leaning back and forth, his slender silver-white braids swaying back and forth with his movements. He muttered inexplicably: "Oh, that guy, he must be very inspired, right? He looks even crazier than a clown..."

"Is that the altar to summon Cthulhu?" Seeing that Gogol ignored Sabo's question, Dorag asked.

"Perhaps, something like an altar has only a few functions in the final analysis." Gogol stared at the screen tightly, his breathing rate slowed down, and he waited quietly, as if he was expecting something .No, anticipation is not an appropriate word. Rather, it is more like a trembling desire to break free from some kind of fear.In short, Gogol's attention has been shifted to the other side, so that the attitude of reply seems a bit perfunctory.

Drago seemed to want to say something, but he didn't say anything in the end. Some uneasiness emerged in his heart inexplicably.

Gogol seemed to have sensed Drago's mood, and suddenly glanced at him, and said with a smile: "Relax, this may not be a bad thing for the revolutionary army."

"But..." Someone couldn't help asking, "If these Tianlong people really summoned the gods, will the gods fulfill their wishes? If the gods accept their offerings from now on, what should we do?"

"Are you trying to figure out the gods from the perspective of humans?" Gogol snorted, chuckled, and cast meaningful gazes, "Don't worry, I've already said before, don't look directly at the gods."

New world.

The Red Hair Pirates, the Red Forth.

On the boat, Shanks watched the live broadcast screen projected by the video phone bug, and his smile gradually disappeared.

The fanatics who were tied aside were staring at the altar in the projection screen, struggling and excited: "Praise the great Cthulhu! When the stars return to their positions, the sleeping god is about to wake up. He ——"

With a cigarette in his mouth, Beckman glanced at Shanks, who was obviously in a bad mood, and silently found something to block the mouths of these fanatics.

"It seems that the little devil hasn't been able to persuade that god to go back..." Shanks looked at those fanatics who were still excited and struggling desperately even though their mouths were gagged, and smiled helplessly, with unconscious eyes in his eyes. Showing a bit of worry.

After the gods leave, will everything really return to normal?

The Handsome Pirates.

On the deck, the live broadcast of the holy land of Mary Gioia was projected by the video phone bug.

Most of the crew members were obviously stunned by the scene of the Tianlong people kneeling on the ground, but the captain and the mate's focus of attention was different from everyone else's.

"Damn it!" Cavendish paced back and forth on the deck, chanting angrily, "Who is that guy who built an altar in the Holy Land Maryjoa? Hiding his head and showing his tail! Covering up! He doesn't look like a beauty at first glance! Dare to steal the limelight from this young master... Bastard! Bastard! And that damned 'magic clown'! Where did he hide? This young master will kill them all sooner or later..."

Ke Xingzhi on the side was holding a glass of juice calmly, but his eyes were a little erratic: Don't panic, it's not a big problem, you've traveled through several worlds, what scene haven't you seen?It's just that Im built an altar in the holy land of Maryjoa to try to summon Cthulhu... what a ghost!I have never seen this scene.Isn't this Pirate World?Where did Cthulhu come from?It's almost certainly Lovecraft's fault... No, it shouldn't be, Lovecraft is already peaceful enough, he just sleeps and dreams every day... Wait, dream?Hiss—could it be [Cthulhu's dream]?So, what did Lovecraft do in the dream...

Although Ke Xingzhi had long expected that the consciousness divisions were probably going to unite behind his back to do things behind his back, the situation in front of him was beyond his expectation: Im, the final boss who had been hiding behind the scenes for a long time, actually stood up directly. Presided over the summoning ceremony at the altar of Cthulhu?

This scene was so magical that Ke Xingzhi couldn't help wondering for a moment if he had fallen into the world of infinite monthly reading... Well, I'm sorry, I got sidetracked.

However, if you think about it carefully, this is not a bad thing.

Looking at the Q value display in the system that has far exceeded tens of billions and is still soaring, Ke Xingzhi smiled happily: Live broadcasts are really a shortcut to spread influence, especially this kind of worldwide live broadcast.

Apart from the share to the company, Ke Xingzhi was sure that he had reached the ultimate goal of a Q value of [-] billion, and he could go home at any time. He was in a great mood. He didn't bother to mix with the vests' scripts, and simply continued to indulge them to play freely.

Ke Xingzhi picked up the straw, took a sip of the freshly squeezed juice, and then rested his chin leisurely, preparing to watch a play.

The Whitebeard Pirates, the Moby Dick.

Yalujia looked at the projection screen and couldn't help but touch his forehead: Sure enough, the plan couldn't keep up with the changes.

Turning his gaze to Yumeno Kusaku, Alluka hesitated for a while, and said helplessly, "I'm afraid we have to leave as soon as possible, Kusaku."

Originally, I wanted to hang out on the Moby Dick and have fun for a while, but I didn't expect that Lovecraft would suddenly make such a big commotion.

Previously, in order to highlight the authenticity of the script, Aluka specially asked Shanks to take over the problem of fanatics, and then irresponsibly put aside this matter for the time being, enjoyed the vacation time to the fullest, and prepared to take the curtain call ceremony as a whole. Procrastinate and procrastinate.

However, when this situation happened on Lovecraft's side, Alluka couldn't continue to turn a blind eye.

According to the script that Alluka handed to Shanks, these vests, including the main body, all come from the Dark Continent, and will be targeted by the world consciousness here.Aluka, who was the first to come to Pirate World, recently made a deal with World Consciousness, and needs to send back all the visitors from the other world as soon as possible.

Then just go for a walk.

According to the script, after successfully persuading the gods to go back, the others must also leave as soon as possible.After all, the sleepy god is the biggest problem.

"I see." Hisaku Yumeno looked at Marco, Saatchi and the others, and then at White Beard, his eyes showed a bit of parting sentimentality, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously pressed down.

"Are you going to leave so soon? That's fine." Marco stroked Yumeno Hisaku's hair, suppressed the reluctance in his heart, smiled and said, "If you have a chance, remember to come back and see us, Kusaku .”

Some time ago, Aluka and Yumeno Kusaku had already confessed to everyone on the ship that they would eventually leave, adding some details to Shanks’ script, and adding reasons for having to leave.

The reason Aluka made up for Yumeno Hisaku is that once he stays away from the Dark Continent for a long time, Yumeno Hisaku will be killed by the curse of the gods. If he wants to stay here for a long time, he must first return to the Dark Continent and find a way to relieve the curse.

This is why no one on board stopped Yumeno Hisaku from leaving: they are a group of pirates and a group of elders.They sincerely hope that their children will be safe and healthy.

"Yeah!" Yumeno Hisashi nodded vigorously, "I will never forget you!"

"Whoa, you're so good, Kusaku, we will miss you..."

Yumeno Hisaku raised a big smile: "Don't be sad, I will be back."

"That's right, let's all be happier, and it's not about life and death..." Alluka patted Yumeno Kusaku on the shoulder, "I know, Kusaku wanted to make a wish to Nanika very much before, but because of the last wish The price has not been paid, so I have been hesitant to say nothing. Now, this wish of Kusaku is our parting gift to everyone on the Moby Dick."

Nanika raised her head, walked slowly to White Beard's side, and stretched out her little hand.

The special skill - [Healing Angel] is launched.

The old wounds on White Beard's body were quickly repaired visible to the naked eye, and after a while, even the remaining scars disappeared.

"Father?!" The crew members were full of surprise.

"Father! How do you feel?" Marco was the first to go up, wanting to check Whitebeard's body.

"Gu la la la la—" Whitebeard laughed boldly and tore off the infusion tube on his body and threw it aside, "I feel better than ever! Little Nanica, what price do you need?"

"It's a gift." Nanika smiled and said, "There is no price, you are worth it."

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-08-2512:00:00~2021-08-2912:00:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Seimei 1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of cute baby; 5 bottles of purple sky;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!