Chapter 012: Remnants of the Previous Era
The sea breeze fluttered, and the warship was about to dock.
Liu Feng naturally hadn't mentioned the matter about Luffy. After all, he was quite looking forward to the scene when the two goofballs met in the future.
A Pirate King and a man who wants to be the Pirate King... tsk tsk tsk, sparks will fly.
"So it's this place, quite interesting..."
Roger put the warship's helm into the seawater, anchoring the ship outside the harbor. He looked up at the peaceful village before him, his eyes filled with sighs as he murmured.
Liu Feng noticed the meaning in his tone and asked with a smile:
"Listening to your tone, have you been to this place?"
Roger shook his head and said softly:
"No, I haven't. I just once heard about this place from an old friend."
"Shimotsuki Village..."
"That guy, I wonder how he is now..."
Roger spoke the last two sentences at a volume only he could hear, so Liu Feng didn't catch them.
However, seeing Roger's deeply moved expression, he knew who Roger was talking about.
That fierce man who once left a scar on the Emperor Kaido...
Liu Feng shook his head.
It had been 22 years since Roger's execution. The tides of time had completely buried countless heroic figures in the dust of history, becoming what Whitebeard called "remnants of the era."
"Let's go."
Liu Feng said in a deep voice, leaping from the deck and heading straight ashore.
Roger nodded and followed closely behind.
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Meanwhile.
A certain Marine base in the New World.
Scalding thick smoke rose from a devastated ruin like a massive black net, blotting out the sun.
Even the cold, fierce wind on the sea couldn't disperse the lingering, dense black smoke.
In the harbor of the Marine base, the wreckage of tattered warships floated, along with corpses drifting on the water's surface.
On land, looking around, there were only broken walls and ruins.
Batteries and fortresses were all destroyed, showing traces of being scorched by intense flames.
Broken skeletons were burned completely black; the ground was covered in cracks and burning flames.
The Marines here had been completely wiped out!
Several figures stood amidst the ruins.
One of them was exceptionally tall, draped in a black cape with a skull branded on the back.
He wore a helmet with broken bull horns, and his grey-green beard grew thickly.
"The last one..."
The man lightly tossed a bullet the size of a fingernail in his hand, a cruel and ruthless smile surfacing at the corners of his mouth.
Suddenly, he flicked the bullet out.
An incredibly bizarre scene occurred!
The bullet shot out at a speed too fast to track, constantly enlarging dozens of times in mid-air!!
"More-More 100-Fold Gun!"
In an instant, the bullet swelled to the size of a cannonball, completely blasting a distant military fortress into smithereens.
Tragic wails came from the center of the explosion, quickly disappearing.
"Brother, the latest intelligence is out."
A short man carrying an IV drip walked out from behind him and handed over a document.
The man took it with a sneer, but his pupils suddenly constricted.
After an eerie silence.
"Zehahaha!!"
"Roger!! I knew you wouldn't die that easily!!"
"I'll be waiting for you in the New World!"
The man's maniacal laughter resounded through the sky.
Boom!!
Another earth-shattering explosion. Amidst the endless flames, the man's figure appeared exceptionally terrifying.
Wherever he went, only ashes remained.
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On the other side.
Somewhere in the New World.
"Captain Roger... is still alive."
"My chance has come..."
"This time, I will definitely defeat you and become the strongest in the world!"
In the darkness, a majestic figure wearing a military uniform and radiating astonishing murderous intent slowly emerged.
The moment his voice fell, the ground beneath the figure seemed to suddenly come alive, presenting an extreme blackness, like a demon devouring humans.
Descendant of the Devil, the strongest power.
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An island somewhere in the New World.
Under the dark curtain of night.
A blood-colored figure hung upside down from an ancient tree.
White hair, holding a slender umbrella with a bat handle.
On the trunk of the ancient tree, corpses that seemed drained of blood were displayed, like a grotesque painting.
"Roger... to resurrect at a time like this and reappear in Loguetown..."
A hoarse and sharp voice emitted from the blood-colored figure, like a night owl hunting in the dead of night.
"The place of beginning and end..."
"This time, what kind of trouble will you cause on this sea?"
"Whitebeard is dead."
"This time, on the world stage, only us few old geezers are left..."
"Tsk tsk tsk..."
Blood boiling, Redfield the Loner.
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The world was gradually rioting.
Those shadows hiding in the dark corners of the sea were beginning to stir.
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