One Sword Superman of One Piece World

The navy led by Marshal Sengoku failed to intercept Tsukuni Enichi. After watching Jikuni Enichi's warship leave with his own eyes, Sengoku was not idle and immediately called Kizaru who was escorting the Tianlong people.

Kizaru had just woken up when he received the call from Sengoku. He was not conscious yet, so he turned on the phone on his wrist and asked lazily:

"Moses Moses~~~"

"Do you have any orders? Marshal of the Warring States Period?"

In the cabin of the warship, Porusalino was lying on the bed, his right hand on his mouth, his left hand behind his head, and he asked with his eyes closed.

The sun has just risen. The "old man" Porusalino is different from other old people. His sleep is longer.

"Polusalino, be alert, Jiguoyuan is coming towards you!"

"No matter what he does, you must protect the Tianlong people!"

"Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely cannot let Ji Guoyuan attack a pair of Tianlong people."

"Once things get to that point, there is absolutely no way to reverse it!"

Marshal Sengoku's words came from the other end of the phone and echoed in the cabin. Porusalino, who had his eyes closed and a lazy look on his face, suddenly woke up, opened his eyes, and couldn't help but ask:

"A general following Guoyuan?"

"He left the new world and came here in person?"

Porusalino was deeply impressed by Enichi Jiguo, who had been his "leader" for a period of time, and he also had some understanding of Enichi Jiguo's behavior.

If he met Jiguoyuan, Porusalino wouldn't know what method he should use to deal with him. Are you going to fight Jiguo Enichi? To be honest, Porusalino really wasn't very confident in protecting the Celestial Dragons under Enichi Jiguo's men.

but

The Celestial Dragons are not so easy to kill!

Porusalino slowly sat up, thinking about confirming the accuracy of the news with Sengoku.

"yes!"

"The warship Dawn has just crossed the Red Strait."

"It should be coming towards you."

"Is the slave ship fleet operating together with the Celestial Dragons? If so, Porusalino, speed up the fleet and leave with the Celestial Dragons first!"

When Sengoku said this, Porusalino had already gotten up from the bed, walked to the window of the cabin, and looked sideways towards the rear of the warship.

Kizaru's battleship is the command ship of the naval fleet. At this time, the entire fleet is heading towards the West Sea in a "\u003e" shape. The Kizaru warship was located in the middle and rear of the fleet, and just behind the warship were dozens of slave ships.

Unfortunately.

Due to Jinbei's attack, the main ship transporting the Tianlong people slowed down, and even the naval fleet also slowed down.

The slave fleet also followed closely behind the Tianlong fleet. The fleets of both sides were together!

The purpose of letting the slave ship follow the "large force" is also very simple, which is to allow the navy to protect the Tianlong people while "by the way" also protecting the slave fleet.

Kizaru has nothing to do about this.

His mission is to escort the World Government's ship. If the Celestial Dragons slow down, can he abandon the Celestial Dragons' ship and leave first?

As for protecting the slave ships?

Kizaru really didn't believe that there were blind pirates who would take action against such a huge fleet.

If they were in the New World, they might actually be able to encounter such pirates, but in the first half of the Grand Line, there really were no such people. If they successfully entered the Western Sea, there would be even less such people.

After staring at the slave fleet behind the warship for a long time, a "wretched" smile suddenly appeared on Porusalino's face, and he replied in a long tone:

"That's really not good -"

"The slave ship is operating together with our fleet——"

Hearing Porusalino's answer, Sengoku's pupils shrank and he couldn't help but whisper:

"What?"

"Why are we moving with you? Can the slave ship keep up with your speed?"

After the words fell, Sengoku himself immediately realized why. He immediately changed the subject and said to Porusalino:

"Porusalino, I don't care what method you use, just take the Draco fleet and leave immediately!"

"Otherwise, something will happen!!!"

Warring States shouted anxiously. After hearing this, Porusalino scratched his scalp in distress, but his tone was still as lazy as ever:

"That's really not good -"

Porusalino didn't seem to take Sengoku's words to heart at all.

In fact, it was indeed the Warring States Period that did not see the essence of this matter clearly.

From the moment he led his fleet to fail in the interception in the Scarlet Canyon, the situation was no longer beyond their control.

Will the Celestial Dragons act according to the Navy's wishes? Kizaru asked them to speed up and they speeded up? Just kidding, he is a "god", so what do you mean by "a mere admiral"?

And can the Sengoku tell the Tianlong people about Jiguo Enichi's plan?

Nope either.

What should I say when reporting to the Celestial Dragons? Could it be that he warned the Tianlong people: "Oh no, the Navy Admiral will intercept and kill you."

The navy that was supposed to protect the Celestial Dragons "sent" generals to intercept and kill the Celestial Dragons. This was too absurd.

When Sengoku saw that there was no movement from Porusalino after that call, he hung up the phone. He also realized that he was a little naive.

Looking at the rising sun on the sea, Warring States sighed softly and simply broke the jar.

"Let's return to the navy headquarters first."

Warring States waved his hand and gestured towards the people on the boat.

However, no one responded to him for a long time. He turned around and saw Kuzan kneeling on the deck, holding the unconscious Zefa, while Garp was picking his nose, as if he had not heard what Warring States said at all.

Sengoku raised his eyes and looked towards the deck, finally remembering that all his subordinates had fallen into coma under the overbearing domineering force of Yui Kokuchi just now.

"That bastard."

Zeng Guo cursed lowly, and in addition to worry, there was also a lot of helplessness in his eyes.

After leaving the Crimson Strait, Enichi Tsukuni's warship docked briefly at the Shampoo Islands, briefly replenishing supplies, and at the same time confirming the location of the slave fleet with Jinbei.

At this moment, Jinbei also knew that Enichi Tsukuni had arrived at the Shampoo Islands, and hurriedly reported the information he had.

The slave fleet merged with the World Government and Navy convoys.

After hearing the news, Jiguo Enichi couldn't help but frowned.

It is really not an easy task to liberate those slaves! If the navy's escort fleet and the effort fleet are together, he may not be able to liberate the slaves intact.

And combined with the known intelligence, Ji Guoyuan realized that the purpose of the World Government's action this time was not simple, and he also vaguely felt some risks. But when he tried to find the source of this risk in his own mind, But he couldn't grasp it no matter what.

He seemed to have forgotten some important information.

In his long life, there were some things that he could not remember clearly.

The navy spent half a day replenishing supplies, and Tsukikuni Enichi also spent some time digesting the information he knew.

In the end, Jiguoyuanyi finally made up his mind. No matter what kind of risk it was, he had to go first!

Supplies have been replenished.

With a loud sound, the warship Dawn slowly sailed away from the Shampoo Islands. A long time after Ji Kunoyuan left, a tall figure wearing a cloak appeared on the coast of the Shampoo Islands.

The visitor looked at the direction in which the Dawn warship was leaving, and a chuckle came from under his cloak:

"The future of the Navy?"

"As expected of you! Yuanyi."

As soon as the words fell, the figure quickly disappeared on the coast, blown by the sea breeze.

Mid-February 1504 in the Haiyuan calendar.

After a month and a half of sailing, the World Government's fleet finally crossed the windless zone and entered the Western Sea.

On this day, the sun was shining brightly.

It's February, and the weather is still a little cold, but the warm sunshine shining on people can still make people feel good.

However, an angry scolding broke the peaceful and beautiful atmosphere.

"Why haven't you arrived yet?"

"How long has it been, you bastards!"

In the center of the fleet, there is a gorgeously decorated cruise ship guarding it. It is not very accurate to say it is a cruise ship, because there are many artillery pieces installed on the hull of this cruise ship. This luxuriously decorated ship actually has Good fighting ability.

On the deck of the cruise ship, a middle-aged man with a bubble mask on his head was riding on a strong man, scolding a young man in a black suit standing next to him.

"I'm so sorry, Marcus Valdez Saint."

The young man in a suit is about 180cm tall, with a well-proportioned figure, short pink hair, and handsome appearance. However, there is a long lightning-shaped scar on his cheek, which ruins this delicate face.

When facing the reprimand from the middle-aged man wearing a bubble mask, he bowed respectfully and apologized.

"whispering sound!!!"

"Useless guy."

Saint Marcus Valdez did not vent more anger on the pink-haired young man. After spitting lightly, he kicked the slave carrying him under him, and the chain in his hand moved.

The strong man under him immediately took action knowingly and crawled towards the stern of the ship. When the several CP9s accompanying him saw Markus Valdez leaving, they all stepped forward and hugged him.

Marcus Valdez came to the stern of the ship, and then motioned to the "mount" under him to lie down. After stepping down, Marcus Valdez walked to the railing and raised his eyes to look at the rear of his cruise ship.

I originally wanted to enjoy today's bright sunshine for a little while, but I heard jubilant chatter from the warship ahead.

Following the World Government ship was the naval command ship led by Porusalino. The newly awakened navy had not yet officially entered combat mode. They had just finished breakfast and came to the deck to chat and rest.

After holding back at sea for so long, some undecided young sailors behaved quite actively, like "high school students" who had just finished school.

In fact, if the recruits on Kizaru's ship were placed in modern society, they would indeed have just graduated from high school and entered college, and they would have a "clear and stupid" character.

"How lazy! These marines!!!"

It is normal for young people to be active, and the vigorous vitality of young people coupled with this warm sunshine also creates a different feeling.

But Saint Marcus Valdez didn't seem to like this look. After scolding, he seemed to have thought of something, and a smile appeared on his face.

He raised his hand towards CP9 who was accompanying him.

These CP9s had obviously been following Markus Valdez for some time. When they saw Markus Valdez's movements, they immediately took out a large-caliber musket with exquisite carvings and handed it to him. In the hands of Marcus Valdez Saint.

Under the service of several other CP9s, Saint Marcus Valdez slowly filled the musket in his hand with shells.

"Crack!"

After a soft sound, Marcus Valdez picked up the loaded musket, aimed it at the deck of the warship behind, and then pulled the trigger.

"Bang!!!!"

With the sound of a cannon, a cannonball fell directly on the deck of the warship and exploded. The weapon in the hands of Saint Markas Valdez is more like a hand-held artillery than a musket, and it is quite powerful.

A flash of fire immediately rose on the deck of the warship. Although it fell in a gap, the power of the broken iron pieces produced during the explosion and the wood chips encircled by the shock wave were still very powerful.

"ah!!!!"

A few sailors who were unlucky immediately screamed in pain, or covered their legs or chests and fell to the deck. The red blood also quickly dyed the white military uniforms red.

"Enemy attack!!!"

"Enemy attack!!!"

The navy immediately screamed when they heard the explosion, and for a while, the deck of the warship became a mess. Soon, an alarm sounded on the warship. Porusalino, who was checking the route in the cab, heard the sound and quickly left the cabin.

"Has Jiguoyuan come?"

"But...have you felt it-"

Kizaru scratched his head, muttering strangely to himself and walked out of the cab.

"Hahahahaha!"

On the cruise ship, Saint Marcus Valdez saw the sailors making a mess on the other side, and he burst into laughter. After laughing for a long time, Saint Marcus Valdez slowly smiled and smiled happily. said:

"It's time to tighten your skin this time."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The navy is not the only one whose mood changes during long voyages. The marines and their comrades chatted together to relieve their boredom, but the Tianlong people.

After leaving the hotbed, it is difficult for them to find any fun in such a sailing life.

But for now, Marcus Valdez Saint has found some fun.

"What are you doing?"

"Marcas Valdez."

At this moment, a slightly old and deep voice sounded from behind Saint Markus Valdez. Turning around, Saint Markas Valdez saw a fat old man with white hair and beard, wearing a A black round hat, wearing a black suit, holding a cane in both hands, standing behind him.

The old man's hair style is very "foreign". The white hair under the hat is still curly. There is a scar on the side of the corner of the old man's eye. It looks like he was burned.

At this time, the old man was looking at Saint Marcus Valdez with a serious face, and his tone was also somewhat harsh.

The Five Old Stars - Saint Jaigolusia Satan!

Seeing the person coming, Saint Markas Valdez was immediately startled, and then a bright smile appeared on his face. After bowing slightly, he explained in a flattering manner: "Saint Satan, I think the navy seems to be a little slack. , help them collect the skin."

"It's nothing serious, don't worry."

Saint Marcus Valdez showed an "I know it" smile and explained.

Jaygo Lucia Sartan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the opposite deck. He noticed that "it was just after some sailors were seriously injured", he waved his hand and said calmly:

"Don't go overboard."

There was no reprimand, no censure, it was just an understatement. Jaygolucia Sartan didn’t even say a single harsh word. In his eyes, the ordinary soldiers in the navy were really nothing. .

At this time, the navy officers who were slowly calming down on the warship deck also analyzed the direction in which the shells were flying, and looked towards the cruise ship ahead.

Some young marines looked at Marcus Valdez with deep anger in their eyes.

Saint Marcus Valdez had no intention of hiding it. He still held a smoking musket in his hand. After noticing the sight of the navy, Saint Marcus Valdez glared. , scolded:

"How dare you look at me like that?!"

While speaking, Markas Valdez Saint quickly loaded the cannonball, then moved towards the warship deck and pulled the trigger.

"ju————"

Just when the cannonball was about to land among the navy crowd, a soft sound suddenly came from the hatch, and a laser shot directly, hitting the cannonball, causing the cannonball to explode in mid-air.

"Is it vomiting?"

"Is this an enemy attack?"

"That's really scary——"

Sorry, something happened, so I'm a little late.