Pirates of the Navy Thunder God

Chapter 949 Civilization and Destruction

Don't underestimate archaeologists who are willing to work for the World Government. In fact, any civilian staff who can be reused by the government is a big shot in the ocean!

Robin may be well-versed in ancient texts, but she’s not the only gifted archaeologist.

With their help, after being in Raftelu for so long, Donte has already figured out... at least some things about the god in Aquaman's body.

The origin of the murlocs is one of them.

However, due to the blank period of one hundred years, the mermen completely forgot about the past.

"but……"

Luffy asked in confusion: "Even if we have to share the same roots and the same clan to exchange souls, what does it have to do with Jinbei having to die?"

It was Jinbe, not Toto, who answered him.

"Maybe... it's because of the blood power you mentioned?"

"If any of my compatriots dies here and can awaken her, then this seal has no meaning at all... If I am right, the blood power in my body is second only to Princess Shirahoshi among the remaining compatriots."

"bingo!"

Dongte clapped his hands and said, "This stone tablet will only absorb souls like Princess Shirahoshi, who have reached a certain level of... let's call it 'divine power'. It has no interest in the souls of others."

The argument comes from reality, and what Dongte did to reach this conclusion is a matter of opinion.

"To put it simply, you have blood power in your body, but it's insufficient, so after you die your soul will not be absorbed by the stone tablet, but will dissipate naturally... But at the same time, because of the connection between blood and the slight amount of blood power blessing, Princess Shirahoshi's soul will also enter your body after you die."

"Don't forget, the seal on the stone tablet is not aimed at Princess Shirahoshi, but at her!"

"That God!"

The Neptune family had long since integrated its bloodline power into most of the families of the mermen and fishmen through intermarriage. The "Great Knight of the Sea" Neptune alone had three sons and one daughter!

There are endless descendants.

If that massacre had not happened, it would not be surprising to see a sea king appear in a civilian family in a few hundred years.

"In this way, the stone tablet leaves space for her. Once she comes here, her soul can never escape."

Dongte smiled grimly, then narrowed his eyes.

"We have two choices from the beginning. First, we should take advantage of the fact that she has a body now to kill the Sea King once and for all. If she doesn't survive, Princess Shirahoshi will never be able to return to her own body."

"Second, empty the stone tablet and force her to come here and let her soul be devoured by the stone tablet. But this requires one person to be willing to sacrifice himself."

"Straw Hat Boy Luffy, 'Sea Knight' Jinbe..."

Dong Te looked at them and grinned, "The first way is the easiest, but Lord Cang Long is kind-hearted and chose the second, most difficult way."

"This is Lord Canglong's sincerity! Now, it's your turn to make a choice..."

"That sounds nice, but don't you also value the ability of the Sea King?"

Sanji pursed his lips in dissatisfaction and muttered softly.

That's an ancient weapon!

The fishmen were almost exterminated, and the navy naturally refused to give up Princess Shirahoshi's purest royal blood.

but……

So what?

After all, they saved Shirahoshi and the last glimmer of hope in Jinbei's heart, who was devoured by the hatred of genocide.

Even if this hope has to be compensated by another greater sorrow.

"Hero!"

Zoro looked up at the sky and sighed.

He had foreseen Jinbe's choice.

Heroes always seem to end up in tragedy.

There was silence all around, only the tireless wind kept blowing up the yellow sand and hitting them.

An unknown amount of time had passed before Jinbei let out a long breath, turned to face the stone tablet, and knelt on one knee.

"Princess Shirahoshi, please... stay alive!"

"Do not!!!"

In a trance, Jinbei, who had not mastered the ability to listen to the sounds of all things, seemed to hear the cry of Shirahoshi in that familiar voice.

……

call! !

A spark appeared out of nowhere in front of the cigar. Ron looked at the scene in surprise, then leaned over and lit the cigar.

"You don't seem to find it strange?"

It was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman, or perhaps it was the voice of all things, echoing in the black space.

"No fear, no curiosity, no doubt... Not bad!"

A faint voice of praise appeared, and as the voice fell, the darkness around them disappeared... It was like someone suddenly pressed the light switch in a dark room.

Ron's nose was filled with a stench as he stood in the center of a vast desert. The sun was setting low on the distant horizon and there was a sea of ​​blood and corpses all around him.

Broken weapons and armor hung on the corpses. A torn flag stood on top of the hill. A soldier who had been dead for a long time was holding the flag weakly with his hands, moving them up and down, while he himself was kneeling in the yellow sand.

Although the whole world was silent, it showed the cruelty of war in the cold weapon era. Then, the scene suddenly changed, the yellow sand battlefield disappeared, and the familiar concrete high-rise appeared in the field of vision.

However, it is still the same battlefield, the same mountains of destruction and seas of blood. Even if the times have changed and technology has been upgraded, the war will never stop.

Then, the picture turned again...

War scenes from different eras appeared around him, making Ron feel as if he were there.

The voice said calmly, "Do you know what this is called?"

"Um……"

Ron groaned and said, "If I answer war and human nature, it will be too cliché."

"So...reincarnation?"

"almost."

The voice was unmistakable: "But I prefer to call it civilization!"

Rumble!
The vibration was extremely clear. On a fertile plain, a city rose from the ground. People, wearing rags that barely covered their bodies, drove their livestock to the market. Warriors in bright armor lined up in neat rows to patrol outside the city. People came and went in the streets and alleys, and everything was in order.

But soon...

The deafening sound of horse hooves broke the silence, and a group of knights wearing thick leather armor came to the city gate, and arrows broke through the air and fell down.

The crowd screamed and soon flames broke out.

Swish!
The screen suddenly went dark at this point, and when it came back on, the team of knights specializing in horseback archery had already occupied the city. They cleaned up the debris, summoned craftsmen, and the entire city was renewed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When the footage slowed down to normal speed, the knights, whose hands were once stained with blood, were dozing off in front of the gate of the barracks. Their gray beards and cloudy eyes showed no trace of the cruelty they had experienced in those days.

A group of young knights rode out of the barracks, and the old guys watched them pass by with nostalgia and envy in their eyes.

"This is civilization...born, developed, destroyed, reborn in destruction, and destroyed in destruction."

"Reincarnation only summarizes this process. Civilization is the cause and essence of everything."

"indeed……"

Ron was quite emotional: "What I am doing now is also because this is the essence of civilization."

It’s because of rulers like Im that there are rebels like him.

"But some people don't think so. They think that destruction is the root of all evil, especially when the destruction is visible and tangible."

Swish!
The picture changed again, but this time Ron felt a real pressure.

In a dim underground cave, a teenage girl with fear in her eyes, wearing only a rough linen dress, was tied to a stone platform in the center of the lava. Surrounding her were a group of ancient people who looked like immortals and did not need to wear makeup to play the role of charlatans.

Then, someone took a knife and cut open her stomach, but strangely, no blood flowed out. Only a ball of black mist spread out and floated in the air.

The scarlet pupils looked at Ron from a distance, causing Ron to get goosebumps all over his body.

"Devil!"

"I won't let you do anything wrong again!"

A middle-aged Taoist priest drew out a wooden sword and slashed out a lightning bolt, causing the black fog to scream. Then, as if taking advantage of its weakness, a baby was sent in.

"I have an ominous premonition..."

Ron's eyelid twitched.

The middle-aged Taoist priest looked at the baby with tears in his eyes, said something, and then placed him solemnly next to the little girl who had fainted or died. Then a group of people began to dance, with wooden swords waving in the wind and thunder, and magma rolling.

Finally, the middle-aged Taoist priest lit two talismans on his wooden sword, stabbed it into the center of the black fog, and stabbed it downward heavily.

The baby started crying instantly, and the black mist disappeared from the baby's belly at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving only a circle of tadpole characters representing metaphysics.

These tadpole patterns soon disappeared, and the child's belly was left bare, and he cried loudly.

At this point, the screen is completely dark.

“Heaven and earth are unkind and treat all things as straw dogs. The same is true of human civilization… It is neither noble nor lowly, neither beautiful nor dirty.”

"However, there are always people who don't understand such a simple truth. The bad nature of civilization determines that they only see what they want to see, are swayed by emotions, and are bound by their vision. They only do what they think is right without thinking about the truth behind it."

Rumble!
The entire dark space began to tremble, and the sound became louder and louder.

"I was born from destruction, born from civilization, I... am destruction!"

call……

Ron exhaled a long puff of smoke and raised his eyebrows.

"So you want to tell me...my real name is Namikaze Ron and not Uzumaki Ron?"

"Or do you want me to join the glorious evolution?"

"Sorry, there are too many complaints and I can't stand it."

Probably because no one expected Ron to say that, there was silence all around and the atmosphere was obviously interrupted for a moment.

A few seconds later, I saw dozens of myself walking out of the darkness, each holding a ball of fire.

pat!

The cigar fell to the ground, and Ron decisively bowed 90 degrees: "I'm sorry, please forgive me this time!"

(End of this chapter)