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As time passed, other kings on the sea also learned about the attack on the Sabaody Archipelago, and their expressions varied.

In a corner of the waters of the Four Emperors of Pirates, on the rough sea, the flagship of the Whitebeard Pirates, the "Yanma", stands firmly above the waves like a huge sea fortress.

At this time, Whitebeard was sitting at the bow, holding a newly delivered newspaper in his hand. On the newspaper was the headline "The Attack on the Sabaody Archipelago" written in large letters.

His eyes wandered between the lines, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily curled up into a smile, and then he burst into a heroic laugh: "Hahahaha, this little guy was attacked by unknown people?"

"Interesting, really interesting!"

"The Navy and World Town have fallen out?"

Whitebeard was of sturdy build, like a towering mountain, holding a giant naginata in his hand. His white beard trembled as he laughed, like a blooming white wave.

His laughter was like thunder, shaking the entire sea. Several of his adopted sons gathered around him, their faces filled with excitement, and they laughed along with him.

"Haha, let them fight each other, Dad!"

"Yeah, it would be better if all these people died."

Another adopted son echoed, his eyes sparkling with longing for the future.

It seemed as if he really wanted Huo Yuhao and those people from the navy and the World Town Government to die completely.

Listening to the exaggerated laughter of his adopted sons, Whitebeard felt somewhat proud, but there was a hint of bitterness in his laughter.

His face looked older in the sunlight, with wrinkles stretching like a coastline.

Although he is still a legend in the pirate world at this time, he also feels the ruthlessness of time.

In his estimation, Huo Yuhao’s strength was already quite amazing, but he still almost sunk the entire Sabaody Archipelago.

This means that there must be a lot of hidden powers in the world's capital that are unknown to the public!

"Guys, get ready for the party, wuhahahaha."

Whitebeard laughed loudly, his voice as loud as waves hitting rocks. Dozens of pirate ships immediately burst into amazing cheers. The enthusiasm of the pirates reached its peak at this moment, and the sound of wine glasses clinking together intertwined into a carnival melody.

However, amid the cheers, Whitebeard's mood became increasingly heavy.

He looked into the distance through the sea, as if thinking about something.

His mind flashed with the companions with whom he had fought side by side, and he couldn't help feeling melancholy: "My strength has declined even more seriously..." He whispered to himself, with a hint of uneasiness in his voice.

"Can Marco take over from me?"

Whitebeard pondered, feeling somewhat worried.

He knew that as the captain of a pirate group, he had the responsibility to protect his adopted sons, but now his health was gradually declining.

His strength was once a symbol of invincibility, but now it is gradually showing signs of fatigue due to the erosion of hidden injuries.

"How long can I last?"

Whitebeard thought to himself, frowning slightly.

Although the power of his Tremor-Tremor Fruit is still strong, the hidden injuries are like reefs lurking on the seabed, which can cause him a fatal blow at any time.

Every time he exerted his strength, the pain in his body would surge like a tide, forcing him to be alert at all times.

"Can I shelter my children again?"

This thought kept echoing in his mind.

Whitebeard knows that his position in the pirate group is unmatched, but he also knows that as time goes by, there will come a day when he will no longer be as powerful as before and will no longer be able to protect his adopted sons from the wind and rain.

"You know, there is no one in the Whitebeard Pirates who can take on the leading role."

He thought to himself that although Marco was talented, he still had a long way to go before he could shoulder the responsibility of leading the Four Emperors Pirate Group.

Whitebeard felt vaguely uneasy, as he could not predict how the pirate world would change in the future.

He could feel the cheerful atmosphere in the pirate group, and his mood was also infected.

He was laughed at when he took it.

“Hahahaha, guys, let’s cheer.”

Everyone raised their glasses and laughed.

As a member of the Whitebeard Pirates who stand at the top of the world, especially with Whitebeard's protection, they are confident and fearless of no one.

"I can hold on for a few more decades, and by then, Marco will surely have grown up!"

At this time, in addition to the Whitebeard Sea, other seas also caused varying degrees of sensation.

The situation in the four seas was even more obvious, just like a calm lake with a huge rock thrown into it, causing ripples.

As a relatively stable sea area, the navy has the greatest control here, and it is far less chaotic and turbulent than the Grand Line.

In these waters, the presence of the navy is like a mountain, suppressing those pirates with evil intentions.

At the same time, there were also movements in the other seas that were the same as Whitebeard's Four Emperors, as if an invisible game was quietly unfolding.

The most obvious one is Red-Haired Shanks.

This Four Emperor, who is known as the user of the "Face" Fruit, is now leading his fleet towards the East China Sea.

The sunlight shone through the clouds onto the sea, making the waves sparkle, as if adding a layer of mysterious glow to his voyage.

Shanks stood at the bow, the breeze gently blowing through his red hair, bringing a hint of coolness.

There was a faint smile on his face, but there was an elusive light in his eyes, as if he was thinking about some profound plan.

The crew were busy on the deck, the sea breeze blew their clothes, bringing the salty smell of the sea and the call from afar.

Everyone's face is filled with youthful vigor. Although the sound of waves crashing one after another, their hearts are filled with longing for the future and desire for adventure.

Shanks' existence is like a beacon, guiding them in the direction they should go.

"Captain, the weather forecast for the East China Sea shows signs of a storm."

A young sailor stepped forward, his face tense, his fingers trembling slightly, obviously worried about the coming storm.

Shanks smiled slightly, with a determined light in his eyes: "Storms are not scary, they make us stronger. Remember, a true pirate will never be scared by the wind and waves."

His voice was as strong as the waves, conveying fearless courage and instantly dispelling the haze in the sailors' hearts.

With his encouragement, the crew members regained their confidence and began to speed up their actions to prepare for the upcoming challenges.

Shanks turned around and walked towards the cabin, but he was thinking about more important things.

"The storm in the East China Sea is exactly part of my plan."

He muttered to himself, his eyes revealing a deep wisdom.

Although the wind and waves outside were fierce, the faith in his heart was as firm as a rock.

He knew that only in the storm could one forge true strength.

The crew members were busy on the deck, and Shanks' smile was as warm as the sun, shining on everyone.

They are his partners and the indispensable force for his journey.

Shanks looked back at them, and was moved. He understood that this route was not only to pursue his own dreams, but also to meet unknown challenges with these like-minded friends.

"Are you ready?"

Shanks' voice sounded, with inspiring power.

"Ready!"

The crew responded in unison, their voices as passionate as the waves and full of fighting spirit.

As the ship sailed towards the East China Sea, the sea breeze became stronger and the waves became more turbulent, which seemed to foreshadow the coming storm.

However, Shanks' heart was as calm as a lake, without any ripples.

He knew that the real adventure had just begun.

At the headquarters of the Big Mom Pirates, the atmosphere was like a volcano about to erupt, so tense that it was suffocating.

On the huge dining table, there is a dazzling array of delicious food, including fresh grilled meat, colorful fruit platters, steaming seafood dishes, and even a whole table of exquisite cakes, as if showing everyone the rich pirate life.

However, these delicious temptations could not attract the aunt's attention. Her eyes were like a sharp sword, piercing straight out the window, as if she was waiting for some important moment.

The aunt's face looked even gloomier under the candlelight, her lips were tightly pursed and her brows were slightly wrinkled, revealing her inner excitement.

As the leader of the pirate group, her eyes revealed a sense of majesty that could not be ignored, but at this moment, they were shrouded in an indescribable sense of anticipation.

Her men were busy around her carefully, trying not to disturb her thoughts, but their expressions all revealed the tense atmosphere.

"Go, go!"

A burly pirate whispered an order, the sweat on his face gleaming faintly in the candlelight.

His subordinates had already quietly sent people to prepare to contact Huo Yuhao.

Huo Yuhao, this name caused quite a stir within the pirate group.

Complex emotions surged in the aunt's heart.

She thought back to the years when she had struggled at sea, those days when she had done whatever it took to survive.

She was once a despised woman, but now she owns a powerful pirate group and enjoys supreme power.

But now, the blow to Huo Yuhao's Sabaody Archipelago made her see a deeper side.

Now the World Town Government can arrange such a force to attack Huo Yuhao, what if it is even stronger?

But she felt a little uneasy, as if a storm was approaching.

Deep in her heart, she had a vague sense of foreboding.

"Will he come?"

The aunt suddenly started talking to herself, her voice low and hoarse.

Her fingers tapped lightly on the table, making a rhythmic sound, as if she was looking for an outlet to vent her anxiety.

"Prepare? Prepare for what?"

The aunt's voice suddenly became louder, with a hint of anger and dissatisfaction.

Her eyes were like thunder and lightning as she scanned the subordinates around her, as if she was looking for someone to vent her anger on.

She doesn't like being questioned, and she doesn't like being assigned tasks.

In the other sea area.

In this vast sea, the outline of Wano Country is like a magnificent painting, set against the gloomy sky.

The dark clouds piled up layer upon layer, as if brewing an inevitable storm. The thunder rumbled faintly, like the roar of a giant beast in the distance, foreshadowing an impending great change.

However, in this turbulent land, only the territory of Kaido, the King of Beasts, remains like a sleeping giant. It seems calm on the surface, but in fact, undercurrents are surging, making people feel uneasy.

Kaido sat on his huge throne, his eyes as deep as the sea, as if he was thinking about something.

The black cloak fluttered in the wind behind him, adding a sense of mystery to him.

His face was shrouded in shadow, with only his flaming eyes revealing a subtle emotion.

At this moment, his heart was surging, as if he was engaged in a fierce struggle with some invisible force.

"There's thunder again."

He whispered to himself, his voice low and husky.

At the same time, the streets of Wano Country were filled with a gloomy scene.

People gathered together, laughing and talking, as if unaware of the coming storm.

Vendors are hawking their wares on the streets, children are playing, young lovers are whispering under the trees, and the breath of life permeates every corner.

But behind this joy, there is a hint of tension, as if everyone has a sense of crisis in their hearts.

But the busiest areas are still the other Seven Warlords of the Sea areas and the Marine Headquarters, Marineford.

When they learned that Huo Yuhao, Jinbe and Hancock in the Sabaody Archipelago were also forced to be involved in the attack, most of the Seven Warlords of the Sea wanted to gloat.

In the moonlight, Moriah's figure looked particularly huge.

He sat in a dim laboratory, surrounded by piles of books and various experimental equipment.

The world outside the window seemed hazy and mysterious under the moonlight, but Moria didn't care about it at all.

Her eyes were fixed on the experimental table in front of her, where several zombie corpses were placed, emitting a suffocating stench.

He imagined the lives these zombies had when they were alive; perhaps they had been parents, friends, or young people pursuing their dreams.

But now, they are trapped in this endless darkness and have become monsters in people's eyes.

The laboratory was filled with a strong smell of medicine, and Moria began to concentrate on the work in his hands.

She carefully observed every detail of the zombies, recorded their physiological characteristics, and tried to find out the reason for their resurrection.

And find a way to turn the entire world into a zombie nation.

As time went by, her mood became heavier.

Whenever she saw those lifeless eyes, a sense of uneasiness would always pass through her heart.

She wondered if she really had the right to control these lives, even deaths?

At this moment, the door of the laboratory was suddenly pushed open, and a strong light poured in, breaking her meditation.

She looked up and saw a young assistant walking in.

His face was full of anxiety, as if there was something urgent that he needed to report to Moria.

"Lord Moria, there's a riot outside!"

……………………(End of this chapter)