The most courageous pirate hunter

"It's time to tell the world that this era is no longer called Jormungandr, but Charlotte Linlin."

"Yes!"

Cracker felt his blood boil, because those who wielded the ancient weapons were invincible.

Skillful.

The Navy thought the same way. After the meeting, Sakazuki ordered Kuzan, Issei, and Borsalino to lead their forces to occupy the Whitebeard Pirates' territory.

I originally wanted Garp to set off.

But ever since the Aramaki incident, he and Tsuru have been staying in the naval hospital. Plus, with Ace's cheap grandson dead, it's better not to provoke them.

From the moment Jormungandr ruined his reputation, this old guy has been in a state of "what's the use of trying" and could easily lose control if provoked.

An island in the New World.

"Not a single person managed to escape."

"The entire army was wiped out."

In a tavern.

The entire Blackbeard Pirates looked at the news and felt like they had just escaped a disaster. Luckily, they had run away quickly, and thankfully, the Whitebeard Pirates and the remnants of the Roger Pirates were there to hold them off.

Furthermore, the Hunter King's primary target is not them.

"Of course, even a god couldn't withstand being bombed by those kinds of bombs several times."

Die Mei was still shaken and was wondering whether she should leave the group.

Don't think about it.

The Blackbeard Pirates will definitely face attacks from Monarch in the future, so after escaping Iiji Island, they dared not return to their old base, for fear that Monarch would trap them there.

Oh shit.

The more they thought about it, the more humiliated they felt. They were, after all, a force of the Four Emperors. If they couldn't go home, were they going to have to hide from now on? That would be too humiliating.

They are probably the worst off among the Four Emperors.

Although their captain possesses a unique dual-type Devil Fruit ability, the times are changing too fast, and even Monarch is using oversized bombs.

They launched several waves of carpet bombing right from the start.

Even if you had two Devil Fruits, it wouldn't matter. They can throw bombs effortlessly, like they don't care.

But people get tired, feel pain, bleed, and even die.

No matter how you look at it, there's no point in trying.

No solution.

The Whitebeard Pirates and the Roger Pirates serve as bloody lessons. So when did the battle mode on the high seas change? In the past, it was so simple: one-on-one combat where everyone had dignity and ambition.

Even if one side loses, the victor may, out of pride and the demeanor of a strong person, acknowledge each other as lifelong rivals and friends.

But now.

The battle mode had just shifted from one-on-one to a state of overwhelming the enemy with numbers and ambushes, and they had barely adapted when the Emperor Organization changed its strategy to first throw super bombs to wear them down in several waves, and then come out to pick up the spoils effortlessly at the very end.

How insidious!

Each version is more difficult than the last, and each combat mode is more advanced than the last.

tired.

This era is changing too fast; it's simply impossible to keep up.

Actually, it wasn't just Chomi who had this idea; the other members also had it to some extent, because Blackbeard possessed the abilities of two Devil Fruits, and wasn't as invincible as initially imagined.

What good is your strength if you can't withstand a few waves of super bombs?

It can be said that they have no advantages whatsoever.

As long as Monarchy exists, they can forget about dominating the world, and they'll have to live in constant fear, never knowing when Jormungandr will launch a surprise attack.

Who knows, the Monarchy organization might be brewing something big in another dimension right now, and suddenly they'll come out to take care of them.

This situation does not not occur.

Their lives are constantly in danger.

If this continues, they will definitely suffer from neurasthenia.

"What should we do next?"

Everyone had their own thoughts, but they all looked at Blackbeard.

If Blackbeard doesn't give them some reassurance, then I can only say sorry.

Perhaps if they leave this organization, Monarchy will pay less attention to them, after all, they are just underlings, and the core and leader is still Blackbeard.

Blackbeard wasn't stupid; he had already noticed that everyone's morale was crumbling.

As the leader, it's time to make a grand promise.

"Actually, it's quite simple to bridge the gap between us and Monarch. Remember the design blueprints for Hades that Jormungandr released?"

"Does the captain mean we're going to create Pluto?"

"Wouldn't that be too time-consuming and laborious? We don't have any scientists among us."

"No, there is more than just Hades as an ancient weapon in this world."

While on the run, Blackbeard pondered how to deal with Monarch. After racking his brains, he finally came up with a solution: to create Pluton.

But that's too unrealistic.

They dare not return home now, and their territory is unstable. They may continue to flee in the future, so without a stable territory, it is impossible to create Hades.

Even if it existed, it would be impossible to manufacture it in a short period of time.

"Besides Hades, the only other three ancient weapons are Poseidon and Uranus, but for hundreds of years they have remained just legends."

"If Hades is real, then Neptune and Uranus must also be real."

"But where are we supposed to look?"

Everyone was stumped.

If they mastered ancient weapons, they could not only solve their current predicament, but also rise above the imperial organization, making world domination much easier.

"In history."

Blackbeard was confident of victory.

The appearance of the Pluto blueprints proves that Neptune and Uranus exist. There is something in this world called the Poneglyphs. If you find those Poneglyphs, you will definitely find the Ancient Weapons.

But before that, they need to find someone who knows ancient writing.

Currently, only one person is known to be able to read ancient texts.

Nico Robin, the devil's child.

Chapter 397 [The Tremor-Tremor Fruit Successfully Extracted]

Nine Snake Island.

Inside the palace, the air was somewhat quiet.

Hancock sat in the head seat, looking grim as she read the news. Below, the sobs of Sandersonia's two daughters could be heard, and even Grandma sighed deeply.

They received the news a little late.

Unexpectedly, the Whitebeard Pirates and the remnants of the Roger Pirates were wiped out by the Monarch organization, and the deaths of Rayleigh, Jabba, and others have been confirmed.

Jormungandr was more cruel than imagined.

Killing someone is just a matter of a head falling to the ground, but that beast went so far as to kill him in his final moments, causing Rayleigh to suffer the pain of witnessing his comrade die before his eyes. At the moment of his death, how much remorse must Rayleigh have felt?

Strictly speaking, the root of the problem lies with Hancock.

If Hancock hadn't attacked the Hunter King, Rayleigh wouldn't have intervened, thus antagonizing Monarch and ultimately suffering the fate of being dismembered.

"Uncle Rayleigh is such a good person, how could he...?"

"I wonder how Lord Shaoqi is doing now."

Marigold was somewhat worried.

Shaoqi had just left Nine Snake Island some time ago, so he probably already knew about Jingjing Island.

"Hancock, you should go to Sabaody Archipelago and see Shochi!"

Grandma looked up at Hancock, whose face was gloomy, and she knew that Hancock was also feeling very sad.

"I know."

"I don't need you to teach me."

Hancock shrugged off the newspaper, snorted, and left her seat, quickly departing the palace. Marigold and the other woman hurried after her, knowing that Lord Shoki must be in great pain.

It's all their fault.