This navy can deal with him, how dare he kill White Beard!

The action of pruning the flower branches in Sakaski's hands did not stop at all, and asked in a hoarse voice:

"Did he agree?"

He paused, and before the soldiers could answer, a confident and domineering smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"He will agree, it is his best choice."

"As long as he agrees, the old man will start competing for the position of Marshal."

Chuan Bingling's expression suddenly became a little weird.

He looked at the generous back of the admiral in fear, and said falteringly:

"That...General Sakaski, Major General Ron rejected the proposal of Marshal Warring States."

Click!

A rose was suddenly cut off from the flowering branch and fell to the ground.

"He refused?"

Sakaski's eyebrows were tightened at some point, like a "Chuan" written in black pen.

"What's his reason?"

The sudden and stern tone made the soldiers dare not take a breath, and a thin layer of sweat oozed from their foreheads.

The soldier tried his best to suppress the uneasiness in his heart, and replied:

"According to the feedback from Staff Officer Crane, Major General Ron believes that in his capacity, he must be on the front line."

When he said the last sentence, a deep admiration flashed in the eyes of Sakaski's personal soldiers.

Sakaski fell silent.

After a few seconds,

The corner of his mouth suddenly raised a smile of appreciation.

"...As expected of someone that this old man values."

He slowly stood up from the mud in the flowerbed,

"He's right. As a hero, one must take the lead... Now it seems that the old man is in a hurry."

The soldier's eyes widened suddenly when he heard the words, and he stared at Sakaski's back with an incredulous look, as if he had heard something absurd.

General Sakalski... actually admitted that his judgment was wrong! ?

This is something that has never happened before!

He couldn't believe his eyes.

Sakaski put down the scissors, and casually put on the large general's cloak with red sleeves.

"So now it seems that I don't need to be too aggressive, after all, the position of marshal is too restrictive."

He murmured in a low voice, and immediately handed the bouquet of pruned roses to the soldier.

"gave it to you."

After saying this, Sakaski bit his cigar and strode into the depths of the mansion.

The soldiers stood on the spot, staring blankly at the blood-red bouquet in their hands, their eyes full of bewilderment.

Today's general Sakaski seems to be...in a good mood?

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Department of Naval Science, Underground Research Institute.

The wall lamp on the solid wall is dancing with flickering light and shadow, casting a long shadow on a tall figure.

"So that's how it is... the old man knows."

Polusalino slowly put down the military phone bug in his hand, and gently stroked the stubble of his chin with one hand, with a playful look on his face:

"Is it still going to G5 after all? It's getting more and more interesting..."

"Mr. Yellow Monkey, there is news from Mr. Vegapunk that the technical barriers to the research of new pacifists have been initially broken through." Zhan Taomaru, carrying a huge double-edged ax, came to Polusalino's Behind him, said in a deep voice.

Polusalino raised his eyebrows,

"So soon?"

Zhan Taowan replied rigorously:

"The study of power rocks has advanced the conversion of human energy, which has inspired Mr. Vegapunk. Coupled with the technology of human body enlargement and blood factor, the first batch of new pacifists is expected to land within a month. .”

"The power of this new group of pacifists will be more than double that of the previous generation. And it is very likely that they will be dispatched as a security force to protect the world's nobles in addition to the generals and CP0."

"Mr. Vegapunk sent a letter of thanks to our Science Department, and I hope you can name the new model, old man."

Polusalino scratched his head upon hearing this,

"Naming it? It's really a headache...Since it's a replica of that race, let's name it 'Seraphim'."

"—It is indeed a very suitable name, 'Seraphim' is the highest-level humanoid weapon that protects 'God' in legend."

Zhan Taowan agreed in amazement, and immediately seemed to remember something, and asked again:

"Then, do you need to revise the authority of the new generation of humanoid weapons 'Seraphim'? The current generation of pacifists, Major General Ron still retains the authority to command."

An interesting light flashed under Polusalino's dark sunglasses.

"Why modify it?"

He looked at the sea chart spread out in front of him, on which the position of G5 was clearly marked.

The corner of Polusalino's mouth curled into a half-smile.

"...Isn't it reasonable that the supreme weapon that protects the 'God' is commanded by a hero who upholds the glory of justice?"

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A new type of pacifist appeared in the latest chapter of the manga, in the Navy's hunt for the Qibuhai operation, named "Seraphim".

The specific characteristics are: white hair, brown (brown) skin and black wings, and the image is a huge child.

Its image features are similar to "Flame Calamity" Jhin, and it is likely to be a reprint of the Lunaria tribe. It seems that Jhin has the ability to create flames. In this book, it appears in advance because of the technical breakthrough of the power rock.

Chapter 17

Three days passed in a blink of an eye.

Just as the reconstruction of Marlin Vanduo and the post-war pension work were in full swing, the Admiral of the Navy Headquarters, the Warring States of Buddha, slowly set foot on the land of the holy land of Mariejoa from the deck of the official ship of the World Government.

However, the moment Warring States, who was full of worries, just stepped into Pangu City, he was so angry with what he saw that he almost vomited blood.

The holy city, which is paved with clean white carved stone bricks, is decorated with lights and festoons everywhere, and the city is extremely tidy. The vendors on both sides of the street and the shops along the street are all closed, and everyone is joyfully and excitedly preparing for the arrival of the grand party.

There is an endless stream of cruise ships and guest boats passing by on the inland channel of Mariejoya.

In front of the street fountain, there is a singing team hired by the government administrative department from all over the world. In every corner of the holy city, they sing songs about the glory of the world's nobles and the wise rule of the world government.

The vicinity of the port is filled with colorful flowers of all kinds, and the unlimited supply of food stalls and amusement facilities occupy the original shop locations for guests from all over the world to enjoy.

The air is filled with the mixed smell of fine wine, high-end perfume, barbecue, sweet pastries and so on.

"Damn..."

Zhan Guo couldn't help gnashing his teeth, and there were blue veins on his forehead.

Those bastard officials in the administrative department of the government, while complaining bitterly to the navy and restricting the supply of military expenditures, are throwing extravagant feasts in the Holy Land... It is clear that the post-war relief funds and pensions of the navy have all been exhausted. Stretched!

He clenched his fists angrily, but he was a little helpless to everything in front of him.

Obviously, the distance between Marine Vandor, the headquarters of the Navy, and the holy land of Mariejoa is only half a day away, but it feels like a hell and a paradise.

The ruined military area, the military fortress with gunpowder smoke, the collapsed fort, the corpses piled up in the cemetery and the streets, and the civilians who lined up silently to receive relief supplies from the military headquarters...

Wealthy and prosperous streets, spirits and food that can't be drunk or even poured into the inner sea, streets with people coming and going, smiling and dancing singers and bards, and "Celebrating the Great Victory in the Top War" are posted everywhere. The banner of...

At this moment, looking at the scenes of the "prosperous and prosperous age" in front of him, Warring States seemed to have suffered some invisible strong impact, and his body shook.

There was some confusion in his eyes, and he forgot to move on for a moment.

"What an absurd world, isn't it..."

A deep and deep voice suddenly sounded behind him, bringing Zhan Guo back to his senses.

He hurriedly turned around, raised his hand in salute and said:

"Commander Kong!"

The person who came was Steel-Bone Kong with a Moganzi hairstyle, wearing a large cloak representing the glory and power of the commander-in-chief of the World Government's entire army.

Steel Gu Kong saw Zhan Guo's slightly absent-minded look, sighed, and raised his hand to pat him on the shoulder.

"Warring States boy, there are some things in this sea, even you and I can't change too much."

He glanced at the gray stain on Sengoku's forehead, and the tiredness in his eyes under the latter's round-rimmed glasses, and said with emotion:

"It's been hard work for you during this time."

Zhan Guo was stunned when he heard the words, gritted his teeth, and finally forced a smile on his face.

He puffed up his chest and said loudly like a young man:

"All for justice!"

Steel Gukong shook his head with a dumbfounded smile, and changed the subject:

"That kid Ron finally decided to go to G5?"

Warring States also quickly calmed down the messy and heavy mood, nodded and said:

"Yes, he chose his own path."

Steel Bone Kong pondered and said: