I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

, I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

Sith raised his head and stared at the sky.

"Unlike us, whether it's Straw Hat or Blackbeard, they all have a weird quality. No matter whether it's a desperate situation or an unbeatable enemy, they will always find an opportunity to make a comeback."

He clasped his hands together, his eyes were a little gloomy, as if there was black mud jumping repeatedly inside, and he said with a rather self-deprecating look on his face:

"As an enemy, I really hate this about them. They are like light, but they make us look like villains, even though we are not good people in the first place."

Sith stretched out his hand and grasped a jet-black flame in his hand, dancing left and right, beating up and down like a heart.

Domino had a sullen face and surprisingly did not refute.

If everything was normal, Straw Hat would have been dead long ago when Magellan turned on him and cast him into hell.

He is not an evil spirit in hell and has no reason to rise from hell again.

But that was not the case. He not only climbed out again, but also turned hell upside down, making their so-called iron wall a laughing stock within the government.

That hateful man was so lucky that he made people hate him.

The butt decides the position. No matter how shining the other party is, in their eyes, they are the ones who should be eliminated first.

Crossing his arms, Domino's eyes turned cold.

"What are you going to do? Abandon those two guys from now on and choose some easier targets to deal with?"

"Of course not?" Sith's right hand stroked the long knife on his waist, and the blade scratched the calluses with a rustling sound. His eyes almost narrowed into thin slits, "I am not a person who gives up easily. I want to To achieve extraordinary achievements, in addition to means, you must also have a heart to face difficulties."

"so what?"

“So I decided to dress up and show up in Marineland.

This war is really too dangerous, so dangerous that even I want to escape, but Blackbeard stimulated me. There must be an end between me and him, whether it is now or in the future, one person must die between me and him. , symbolizing that there can only be one king on the black throne, either me or him, so where there is him, there should also be me. I will not die in the hands of others, and I will watch and prevent him from dying in the hands of others. In your hands, this is fate. "

Sith pressed his hands on the guardrail, and there was an unexplainable meaning in his eyes, which seemed to be teasing or mocking.

The sea breeze hit his face. It was obviously a windless zone, but the weather was really weird. However, the final winner must be him, and he could only be him.

He will receive that power and change the world along with it.

……

Less than three hours before Portcas D. Ace's execution, the first enemy ship finally appeared on the vast sea.

That is the affiliated pirate group under Whitebeard.

This was just the first ship, followed closely by the second and third ships. The entire sea was crowded with pirate ships.

"Have you seen Brother Ace? We are here to rescue you."

Holding weapons tightly in their hands, every one of them on the ship had sharp eyes. This was not the look that the pirates in the first half of the Grand Line could have.

Big shots, each of them is a big shot who stirs up troubles in the new world and is powerful in the world.

The entire navy headquarters is still silent. The protagonist of this bloody dance has not yet appeared. How can the actors make a fuss privately?

"Whitebeard, where are you?"

Everyone in the Navy Headquarters asked themselves this in their hearts. Beads of sweat fell from their foreheads involuntarily. The saliva was swallowed one by one. If the man didn't show up, they felt uneasy.

Gollum!Gollum!

Suddenly there was a sound of dense running water under the sea, and a shadow appeared at the bottom of the bay.

Whoa!

Everything was so sudden, a ship like a giant whale rushed out from the bottom of the sea.

Moby Dick!

This huge ship that only exists in legends and will always travel in legends in the future appeared on this huge stage that had been set up long ago.

The Whitebeard Pirates, including the fourteen captains, stood in the bay.

"White beard."

The current Navy Marshal Buddha Sengoku narrowed his eyes, a layer of gloom covered his forehead, and stared at the ship with a solemn expression.

As a monster of the same era as Whitebeard, he knows that guy's power better than anyone else.

monster! What is a monster? That guy is a real monster.

If Whitebeard wanted to be the Pirate King, he would have been the Pirate King a long time ago. Others flocked to him, but he abandoned him like a loser.

He doesn't care about treasures or honors. He has already obtained treasures that are ten times and a hundred times more valuable than these things.

Family, nothing is more precious than his sons and daughters.

clatter!clatter!clatter!

Deep in the shadow of Moby Dick, a dense but rhythmic sound sounded. It was the sound of high-heeled leather boots hitting the ground.

It was like a march when the protagonist came on stage. It was empty and distant, and everyone turned their attention to it.

The man named Whitebeard deserves to be treated with such solemnity.

Stepping onto the deck, the sea breeze blew the snow-white cloak behind him. No one stood higher than him, and no one was qualified to stand higher than him.

With a smiling face, he met Buddha's eyes.

There is always sympathy between the commander-in-chief and the commander-in-chief. Even the current three navy generals are not qualified to look at him.

Here, only a few people such as Buddha's Warring States Period and Iron Fist Garp are qualified to face him head-on.

Whether it's him, him, or him, each of them is a living legend, the kind whose life experiences are enough to write several biographies.

"We haven't seen each other for decades, right? Warring States Period."

Whitebeard spoke slowly, his old face full of confidence. He is Whitebeard, the strongest man in the world. Wherever he is, he is destined to be invincible, no matter in the past or now.

Warring States didn't answer, but still stared at him, with unparalleled power hidden under his thick arms.

Squeeze it tightly, and then loosen it, and the aura that had finally been gathered in your body suddenly dissipated.

Although he is still the marshal of the navy and his body is not so old that he cannot be beaten at all, this era is no longer theirs.

The era that belonged to Roger, to Shiki the Golden Lion, to him, to Garp, and even to Whitebeard had long since ended.

They are just a group of ghosts wandering in the past era, and every time they cause trouble, they are wearing away their own lives.

There are fewer and fewer people I know, and there are more and more new things. Yesterday he was a golden lion, today he is a white beard. When will it be his turn again?

Warring States couldn't help but think so in his heart.

But when the wave hits, no matter it is him or Whitebeard, no one of them can escape. After all, they have to kick off the new era.