But his eyes are still bright and firm, even after the vicissitudes of life and the invasion of war, there has never been the slightest change.

Akainu, Kizaru, and many lieutenant generals in the headquarters are all familiar with this kind of look. It's the look they've seen since the first day they met Zefa.

He hasn't changed in decades.

Gradually, everyone quieted down and put down the movements in their hands.

Corpses are everywhere.

All the new navies have been killed.

Except for Zephyr.

Cold wind, dance.

The sound of the wind, as if in: whining.

Zefa suddenly laughed.

"Yeah, I can't last long."

"But that's enough."

"I saved Fishman Island, didn't I?"

He slowly exhaled a sullen breath, and his hot breath formed a line of white smoke in front of him.

Look up.

All over the mountains and plains are fallen corpses, all of them wearing a black cloak of justice.

On the cloak, the pattern of the sword pierced through the skeleton was stained with blood, making it particularly dazzling.

His colleagues, his comrades-in-arms, all died in this land.

There was no one standing in the navy except him.

This has become his own war.

312 For some people, the spine cannot be bent by nature. 【2 more for full order】

Broken swords and spears were rammed into the ground.

Bloody corpses, shattered into the soil.

The smoke of gunpowder was everywhere, and the sky was gloomy. I don't know when, the drizzle fell down in the cold wind.

The cold rain hit our face, wetting everyone's shirts, their military uniforms, and the soil and the ground.

The blood of the corpse gathered into a pool of blood in the rain, and turned into a blood-red stream.

Zefa stood motionless in the wind and rain, but a cheerful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Blood slid down his forehead, clouding his vision and making everything in front of him: blurred.

His eyes suddenly became: trance.

The floodgates of memory seemed to have been swept away by the flood.

Countless memories flashed by.

A series of voices sounded like a dream in my ears.

"Teacher Zefa!! Let us protect you!!"

"Teacher Zefa, we are willing to fight for you!!"

"Teacher Zefa!! This time, we must achieve justice!!"

"Teacher Zefa"

""

A series of young and familiar voices slowly echoed in the deepest part of my mind.

What a familiar scene once, on that... island in the New World.

It's such a deadly battle.

In the end, he was the only one left.

He is also like now, standing among the corpses of countless comrades and subordinates, standing in the cold wind and rain, as stiff as a statue.

It's just that the last time he faced, it was Kizaru, a navy admiral.

And this time, it was the three admirals and the Admiral Akainu.

However, none of this matters anymore.

It really doesn't matter anymore.

Because, this time, at least the old man saved Fishman Island, saved millions of civilians, and saved that old **** like a rogue! Thinking of this, Zefa laughed even more wanton and happy.

The wind was fierce, the cold rain was rushing, and the world was so quiet that only the sound of rain and .

All navies are in no hurry.

Because everyone knows very well that a man is bound to die.

With nearly 100,000 navy elites and an admiral-level combat power, it is impossible for him to escape.

Moreover, anyone can easily see that Zefa's body has been riddled with holes and has reached its peak.

Fujitora quietly stared at Zefa not far away, sighing inexplicably in his heart.

He suddenly asked, "Mr. Zefa, can this old man ask you a question?"

He used the honorific title, not... taboo.

He didn't care at all about his status as a hostile faction.

For nothing, just because the man in front of him who is willing to sacrifice his life for the common people deserves a "sir"

Zefa smiled and said: "Speak, smile.

gentlemen."

Fujitora was stunned and said solemnly: "Why?"

"Golden Lion's suggestion just now is correct. You two supreme commanders, if you abandon Fishman Island, you can definitely break through."

"But you didn't do that"

"Can you tell the old man why?"

"Anyway, Liu Feng can resurrect everyone, can't he?"

Fujitora quietly looked at Zefa's overly calm face and asked suspiciously.

Everyone was stunned and looked over.

It was as if: waiting quietly for Zefa's answer, which was also what they were wondering in their hearts.

Yes, although according to the intelligence of the highest command, Liu Feng had disappeared from Wan Guo many days ago.

This is why the Navy dares to take such a risk to launch this war.

But Liu Feng is not dead, this is an inevitable fact.

As long as he is still alive, even if the navy really ruthlessly slaughtered everyone on the Murloc Island, he can all be resurrected.

This kind of thing has happened once in Dressrosa.

Facing the innumerable staring gazes, Zefa just said a few words.

A word that made everyone shudder.

"Some things, if you retreat once, there is no turning back."

Fujitora's whole body was struck by lightning, and he involuntarily staggered back two steps.

It turns out that some things like this, if you retreat once, there will be no turning back.

This time you gave up those civilians to retreat for the sake of the war, which means there will be another time.

A dead person can be resurrected, but a dead heart is truly over.

Some people are born with inflexible spines.

You can call them stupid, you can call them idiots, but you have to admit their beliefs.

A man, for a lifetime, will carry out his will to the end, isn't he handsome? Fujitora fell silent.

His closed eyes stared blankly

Zefa's figure not far away, two lines of tears suddenly overflowed from the corners of his eyes.

He suddenly laughed.

"I see"

"I really hope that the old man's eyes are not blind. In this case, I can see what kind of man you are."

"—Black Wrist Zefa."

As he said that, he bowed deeply towards Ze Fa, and then with one hand he put the sharp-edged sword into its sheath.

"This battle, the old man will not fight."

After saying this, he turned around and left.

That..., some bosses mentioned why the protagonist didn't come out, and it came out soon, but I really want to finish writing Zefa's story, just treat it as a dream come true, it will be lost if you subscribe, please forgive me Willful, sorry.

313 Why bury the bones in the mulberry land. [3 more for full order]

Fujitora's footsteps broke through the wind and rain, making a heavy voice.

The tens of thousands of naval soldiers present were staring blankly at his back, not knowing what it was like in their hearts.

Yes, Laughing General doesn't want to fight anymore.

this battle.

For some unknown reason, they suddenly discovered that the back of General Fujitora seemed to be a lot thicker.

On the wide, snow-white cloak behind him, the two black "justices" dancing with flying phoenixes

The large characters look particularly dazzling.

Ironically, it's called "justice"

The navy went to attack an island with millions of civilians, killing people in sorrow.

But the "false justice" in their eyes

The new navy, but in order to protect this country, all died here.

These elites from the Navy Headquarters bowed their heads involuntarily.

They never dared to look at that... purple-haired man covered in tragic scars.

"Fujitora!! What are you doing!"

Akainu scolded with a gloomy expression on his face.

"You are the general of the headquarters!! Without my order! How dare you leave the battlefield without authorization!!"

Fujitora's footsteps paused, but he did not look back.

But everyone present could hear his long sigh.

His hoarse voice came out in the swaying wind and rain.

"Sakaski, that's almost enough."

"Although each has its own will and belief, this war is over."

"You don't need to use your marshal's rank to oppress the old man, the big deal is that the old man is not a naval admiral."

"Zefa is your teacher after all."

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