bacchusnovels Chapter 355: The Grand Show is About to Begin!
Chapter 355: The Grand Show is About to Begin!
Chenye looked at Shanks and then smiled.
"Alright, since you've put it that way."
Chen Ye raised his hand, golden light dancing at his fingertips.
It's like a response to Shanks' domineering presence.
"I will spare some time to keep an eye on the Red Fosse for you."
"On the battlefield, no attack can penetrate my defenses."
These words caused Shanks' tense shoulders to slump.
He laughed and stretched out his one arm, slapping Chen Ye on the back.
The force was strong enough to shake the snow off the trench coat.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"I'm relieved to hear that!"
"I've seen your defenses before."
"An impregnable fortress that can even separate us from time itself!"
Shanks laughed heartily, all the worry in his eyes gone.
The kingly aura of this Yonko has been restored to his entire body, even sharper than before.
This time, his sword is for freedom, for his companions, and for his blood relatives.
"Then I'll go first."
Chen Ye straightened his collar, which had been wrinkled from being patted, and turned his gaze to the southeast.
That's Future Island.
The eye of the storm.
"I'm the director of this scene, so I have to set up the stage first."
"And by the way, prepare some greeting gifts for those self-righteous 'gods'."
Chen Ye turned around and waved to the two of them with his back to them.
"Shanks, don't keep me waiting too long."
"A three-way hunt is not exciting without any one of the participants."
Don't worry.
Shanks, holding Griffin at his waist, grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.
"The Red-Haired Pirates are never late."
Before he could finish speaking, golden light exploded around Chen Ye.
boom--!
A deep sonic boom tore through the snowfield.
The snow was pushed into a white wall by the blast wave.
The golden light, like a sword against the current, pierced through the dark clouds, leaving a long golden trail in the sky, pointing straight to the depths of the new world.
Ben Beckman watched the vanishing golden light, exhaled a smoke ring, and stared into unfathomable depths.
"Now, Whitebeard, the Revolutionary Army, and us—we've all been mobilized by this man."
Beckman looked at his captain.
Shanks, this is a massive undertaking to overthrow the World Government.
"Once war breaks out, there is no turning back."
"Turning back?"
Shanks turned and walked toward the camp.
Red hair danced wildly in the cold wind.
His voice was very quiet.
Yet it can sever everything.
"It all started when Garin Satoshi hurt my mother, and when Captain Roger put his straw hat on my head."
"We have long since moved to the opposite side of the world government."
He walked to the edge of the cliff and looked down at the giant red ship below.
The Red Fosse.
It lay still in the icy sea, like a sleeping red behemoth, waiting to awaken.
"My lords!"
Shanks' voice, imbued with Conqueror's Haki, swept across the entire island, overpowering the wind and snow.
"weigh anchor!"
"set sail!"
"Target—Future Island!"
"Let the Five Elders see the consequences of angering this vast ocean!"
"Ohhhhhhh!!!"
The roars exploded from the camp, from the port, and from the chests of every member of the Red-Haired Pirates.
Half an hour later.
The Red Fox departed from the ice harbor.
The anchor broke through the sea with a splashing sound, and the huge red sails unfurled with a roar in the wind.
The three scars on the left eye of the skull flag are incredibly gruesome.
In the lowest compartment of the ship, in a room reinforced with three layers of special steel plates, Shanks' mother sat before the fireplace, holding a yellowed photograph in her hand. The ship rocked slightly, but her face showed no fear, only peace.
On the deck, the officers took their positions.
Raki Lu gnawed on a meat bone, steering the ship with one hand.
Yasopp sat atop the mast, wiping his sniper rifle, his eagle eye locked onto the horizon.
Ben Beckman leaned against the ship's side, inspecting the firing pin of the musket.
Shanks stood alone atop the dragon head statue, his cloak fluttering in the cold wind.
He rested one hand on his sword, his gaze piercing through the turbulent waves, fixed on the battlefield about to erupt into chaos.
now.
On the other side of the new world, the Moby Dick is sailing against the wind and waves.
A white-bearded man stood at the bow of the boat, his gaze gleaming coldly through the clouds.
Behind him were countless warships belonging to affiliated pirate crews, a white tsunami poised to engulf everything.
Beneath the deep sea, the revolutionary army's black submarine fleet lurks like ghosts.
Monkey D. Dragon stood in the command room, his face ashen, his eyes burning with rage, waiting for the moment to erupt.
That would be a hurricane that destroys the foundation of world government.
High in the sky, the golden light that Chen Ye had transformed into was tearing through the atmosphere at supersonic speed.
The Whitebeard Pirates.
The Red-Haired Pirates.
Revolutionary Army.
Three terrifying forces, enough to make world governments fear them for a century, are converging at full speed from three directions toward the same coordinate.
Future Island.
A giant net that has been cast over "gods" is tightening.
……
Our gaze traverses thousands of miles, focusing on the waters surrounding Future Island.
The sky was an eerie leaden gray.
The sea was calm, without a ripple.
The air, however, was so heavy it was hard to breathe.
Seabirds cried out and fled the area.
On the horizon, a dark shadow was approaching.
It's a mast.
Countless masts.
The World Government's massive fleet bared its fangs.
One hundred? No, more than one hundred and fifty top-tier warships.
They formed an impenetrable battle line, like a moving black steel wall, cutting through the sea.
Each cannon muzzle gleamed coldly, its dark point aimed straight at the distant technological island of Eigherd.
This is no longer just at the level of the "Buster Call".
This is a configuration that leads to the destruction of a nation and the world.
At the center of the fleet was a black behemoth, three times its size.
"Divine Punishment".
The flag flying at the bow of the ship was not a naval ensign, but the World Government's cross flag.
One of the Five Elders, the God of Scientific Defense, Jaigolusia Satan Saint, stands at the bow of the ship, leaning on a cane.
Behind him, Admiral Kizaru Borsalino was idly trimming his nails.
His gaze, though hidden behind sunglasses, would occasionally sweep across the surrounding sea.
Further into the shadows, three "Seraphs" stood silently, a group of emotionless killing machines.
"Aren't we there yet?"
Satan asked in a hoarse, low voice.
"Lord Satan, we are ten nautical miles from Future Island and have entered the main gun's firing range."
"snort."
Satan Saint snorted coldly and slammed his cane down heavily.
Boom!
"That old bastard Vegapunk actually betrayed us and even dared to try to research the Void Century."
As Satan Saint watched the approaching Future Island, his eyes hardened and a cruel smile spread across his face.
"He wants to die, so I'll grant his wish."
"Not just him, but also that Straw Hat boy who awakened Nika, and everything on this island... will disappear today."
"The world doesn't need bugs that know the truth."
Satan Saint raised his hand, as if he could see the future island turning into a sea of fire.
Ten thousand meters deep behind him, the black submarine had already shut down its engines, like a lurking whale, locking onto his flagship.
On the other side of the sea, the vibrations of the Moby Dick were already building up.
On the snowy and windy route, the Red-Haired Pirates were gathering their Conqueror's Haki.
An even more terrifying hunter is baring his fangs.
Above all of this.
At the top of the clouds, 10,000 meters above the ground.
A golden figure hovered there, arms crossed, robes fluttering.
Chen Ye.
He was like a god sitting on a cloud, looking down at the sea below that was about to boil.
His Observation Haki covered an area of hundreds of nautical miles.
He "saw" Satan Saint's arrogant old face, Kizaru's "how terrifying" fake smile, and Seraph's cold mechanical eyes.
They also saw and sensed three Allied forces approaching rapidly from a distance, though they were still quite far away.
Finally, his gaze fell on the Straw Hat Boy, who was already making a move and running around everywhere in the center of Future Island.
"All the actors are here."
Chen Ye's eyes gleamed with anticipation, and his blood began to boil.
He stretched out a hand and grabbed at the Satanic Void below.
It was as if he held that invincible "God's Punishment" in the palm of his hand.
"The Five Elders have been lording it over everyone for eight hundred years. Did they ever imagine that one day they would be hunted like prey?"
Chen Ye murmured to himself, his voice filled with a chilling coldness.
"I hope you don't wet your pants in fear."
"After all, this is a carefully prepared... farewell performance for you."
The wind stopped.
The sea fell into a deathly silence.
The calm before the storm.
All the pieces have been placed.
This war surpasses even the Battle of Marineford!
The show is about to begin!