One Piece: Divine Bird Phoenix

Haiyuan calendar year 1522.

The overwhelming white newsbirds flew to every corner of the sea. Free newspapers dropped from the sky, bringing eye-popping news to different races in the world.

He reached out and took the newspaper that was falling like snowflakes. Everyone who spread it out to read felt like a thunderbolt from the blue was exploding in their minds. As if being struck by lightning, a cold current rushed from the Tianling Cap to the soles of his feet. He stood there motionless, with an expression on his face that could not be described in words.

It was a complex expression formed by the rapid alternation of emotions such as shock, fear, excitement, confusion, etc.

Streets, squares, castles, taverns, docks...

In all areas where people exist, pale-faced people stand in place like upright trees.

On the face full of fear, large beads of sweat fell from his cheeks, making a soft sound on the silent ground like water droplets falling into the lake.

Wow——! !

The man threw away the newspaper in his hand, spread his legs and ran towards home, too lazy to pay attention to the shouts of his companions behind him.

What a joke! !

Damn it, the world is going to be destroyed, why are you still working! !

Like a butterfly with white wings flapping in the wind, the newspaper flew in the sun and fell flat to the ground. Maz Sheng, wearing a black and white striped prison uniform, with heavy shackles on his hands, feet and neck, occupied the entire page.

Five days later, the NEO Navy will publicly execute Markas Maz Saint, one of the Five Old Stars! !

In the past, the "World Economic News", which had precious space, only published a photo and a headline this time.

New world.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The huge entertainment ship Grande Tezolo can take in all the scenery in the luxurious room. Tezolo stared at CP0 who was leaving with piercing eyes.

With his palm covered with expensive gemstone rings, he carefully took out an old pendant from the chest of his pink suit.

"Boss, why should we agree to the conditions of the World Government? 100 billion beli is the entire wealth of the Tezzolo..."

In the room, a woman with long burgundy hair and a black cheongsam slit to the waist bent slightly and asked the man in front of her.

Tezzolo opened the pendant and rubbed his fingers over the photo inside. It was Stella wearing a lake blue dress, always smiling at him.

He said in a hoarse voice word for word: "Bacara, you have been following me for more than ten years, right?"

"Then you should know very well what the essence of wealth is. Besides, we didn't get nothing."

"Those five, no, those four old guys promised to let me become the sole emperor of the new world after the war is over!"

Watching the fleet flying the flag of the World Government set sail, Tezzolo showed a gentle smile and suddenly said something that made the latter stunned.

"Money is no longer important..."

The second half of the new world, the hometown of the giants, Elbafu.

On the periphery of the island, the lush and huge forest was cut down in pieces, and pieces of wood that were five to six meters or even ten meters thick were transported to the royal city.

There, large ships used to carry giants are being manufactured intensively, and the appearance is not far from completion.

Farther away in the giant palace, in front of a huge stone round table, Loki and Odin, a father and son with red faces, faced each other, neither of them willing to give in.

"You traitor!" Odin was trembling with anger.

Without any fear on his face, Loki turned around and walked outside. An unmistakable voice came from behind him and said calmly: "Father, please stop talking. I must participate in this war. As for preserving the fire, , just leave it to the third elder!"

Giant King Odin wanted to say something more, but when he saw the other party's stubborn back, he suddenly remembered himself when he was young, and his stiff face softened a lot.

"Hmph! You brat, you really have the same character as me!!"

…

"Shanks, have you decided?"

In the cabin of the Red Forth illuminated by the sun, the two people facing each other drank the spirits in their glasses, and Beckman confirmed again.

"Hahahaha!" Shanks said with clear drink splashing from the corner of his mouth, laughing loudly, "No need to ask Beckman anymore, although I am a Celestial Dragon, I also inherited Captain Roger's will. ”

In the empty cabin, when he heard Shanks admit his identity for the second time, Beckman looked like his fate was really ridiculous.

Standing up slowly while holding on to the table, he opened the hatch for the captain.

"Now that you have made up your mind, let's get started, everyone is waiting for you!!"

After walking out of the cabin, cheers like a mountain roar and a tsunami immediately erupted around the Red Forth. A pirate with a fanatical face and a bare upper body roared, shouting the man's name in unison.

"Shanks!"

"Shanks!!"

"Shanks!!!"

The sound was so loud that it even resonated, causing surging waves to form on the mirror-like sea.

Under the dazzling sunlight, the weapons held high reflected a terrifying cold light.

The Red-Haired Pirates, the only remaining sea emperors in the New World.

Although their number is not as large as that of the other three Yonko Regiments, adhering to the principle of iron walls, every pirate here is not a weakling.

“Ask me one last time!!”

Pulling out the Griffin from his waist, a powerful aura burst out from Shanks' body. In an instant, a strong wind of more than ten levels was set off, which made all the pirates unable to open their eyes and rolled up on the sea. A huge wave arose.

"Those who are unwilling to participate in this war can leave now!!"

The violent overlord color surged on the tip of the knife, and everyone present was silent, and no one left.

"Set off!!"

The Red Foss took the lead, and more than 30 pirate ships carried more than 10,000 pirates, heading in the direction of Fish-Man Island.

…

At the top of the Red Earth Continent, the holy land of the Celestial Dragons, the majestic Mariejoia stands here like a castle that will never fall.

Since its establishment eight hundred years ago, this place has never been as fortified as it is now, and the chilling atmosphere passes through every street like the autumn wind.

A dark room lined with knives, under a red carpeted staircase.

The heads of the Five Old Stars, the Knights of God, and the major families of the Celestial Dragons all bowed their usually proud heads to welcome their Majesty.

——The noble figure on the Void Throne! !

Narona Yimsheng, the extremely noble king of the Draconians! !

"Is everything ready?"

Indistinguishable male and female voices rang out, echoing in the majestic hall, bringing a strong sense of oppression to everyone present.

"Your Majesty, everything is ready!!" The four five old stars responded in unison.

The four-cornered crown on top of his head turned downwards, and Im's penetrating scarlet eyes fell on the shoulders of everyone under the throne, making them feel as if they were about to be swallowed by boundless darkness.

Like the biting cold wind in winter, Im's cold and ruthless voice echoed in everyone's ears.

"Let the blood sacrifice begin!!"

As the voice fell, a large number of gray-white branches emerged from the darkness of the cloak that covered the whole body like a tide, passing over Wulaoxing and others, heading straight towards Mariejoia as white as snow.

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