I am the Bandit King of the East Sea.

Seven dark figures walked through the air, their movements synchronized with the music, stomping and clapping as if performing some ancient and mysterious ritual.

Finally, the seven dark figures carried the coffin and landed steadily on a small hill along the coast of Jianshan Island.

Deep within the mist, several crimson beams, like searchlights, pierced through the hazy fog, but after the melody began, the crimson light faded away.

In the melody flowing between heaven and earth, it was as if an invisible hand had grasped everyone's heart, leaving them almost unable to move and their whole bodies stiff.

The vast battlefield was deathly silent. Everyone's faces were stiff as they stared at the seven enormous black figures moving with strange steps, as if they were dancing or performing a ritual.

"What kind of ceremony is this?"

"Summoning an evil god? Or summoning a demon?"

Zefa's eyes twitched, his face stiffened, and his whole body trembled as he was the first to break free from this invisible intimidation.

Regardless, such a bizarre and shocking entrance must indicate ill intent.

Zephyr stomped his foot hard, causing the deck to crack, and his body flew out like a cannonball. His fists were clenched, and his entire arm was covered in black Armament Haki, making his hands look like they were cast in steel, exuding a shocking sense of power.

Zefa charged forward like the wind, unleashing a terrifying, chilling wind pressure that sent sand and stones flying across the small hill even before he arrived.

However, the movements of the seven dark figures were not affected in the slightest.

"Black Arm - Thunder!"

Zefa unleashed a powerful punch, tearing through the air like thunder. A visible shockwave ripped outwards, engulfing the entire small hill before slamming into the tall, black-clad figure at the head of the group with a deep, muffled thud.

Buzz-------

The black figure, whose face was obscured, remained motionless.

Zefa himself was holding his arms, which were slightly twisted. He landed at the foot of the earthen mound, took a few deep breaths, and then looked up.

The small hill was shaved off by half by this punch, leaving a huge crater, but the seven dark figures continued to dance strange steps, like a ritual or a dance, without being affected in the slightest.

"Even General Zephyr couldn't stop it?"

"What kind of monsters were those seven dark figures? And who were the people who could make them carry the coffin?"

The navy personnel were almost paralyzed with shock.

Inside the coffin.

Sig opened his eyes again.

Although it was pitch black, the sounds from the surroundings and the melody could be faintly heard inside the coffin.

"Is this how it unfolds? Not that the coffin is sealed shut, but that once the background music starts, neither I nor General Zephyr outside can interrupt the effect of the Rebirth Coffin?"

In the darkness, Sieg touched his face, and his expression changed to a familiar one.

The song ended.

He reached out and gently pushed, and the coffin lid opened.

Sig rose from the coffin and looked down at the battlefield outside.

He still had his chin slightly raised, a half-smile on his face, his expression indifferent and solemn.

"This world has become filthy again," Sieg whispered.

The Mountain Bandit King has returned to the world.

Chapter 437 The Grand Plan, Beyond Dimensions

"This world has become filthy again."

Inside that mysterious, dark blue coffin, a dead person pushed open the lid and stood up.

Simultaneously.

The seven tall, dark figures, carried away by the gentle breeze, turned into wisps of smoke and gradually vanished, leaving only the coffin behind.

Sieg paused slightly.

These seven dark figures, though possessing physical forms, are ultimately just random special effects produced by the coffin and are not permanent.

However, the coffin is still there, but it seems it can no longer be converted into cards.

Sieg reacted quickly. He stood still, watching the seven dark figures disperse with the wind, his expression somewhat bewildered, and he remained silent, as if in mourning.

As the mist dissipated slightly, Sig's image came into view of countless people on this battlefield.

On the small boat, Lieutenant General Huoshaoshan stared blankly at the fake Sig, who he had already handcuffed, and then at Sig on the small hill. His mind was a complete mess.

This fake Sigurd bears a resemblance to Sigurd, likely achieved through makeup, while the styling and clothing are essentially identical.

But when these two people appear at the same time, the difference becomes apparent.

One person had just been pulled out of the water, soaked to the bone, and was bound by the raging fire, completely powerless to fight back.

The other person was carried in a coffin by the Seven Blacks, arriving from beyond the heavens.

Comparing these two examples, anyone can see the truth of the matter.

The Sieg that the Navy captured was indeed an imposter!

But strangely enough... the real Sig also arrived, in a coffin, carried by seven mysterious black figures from an extremely distant place.

What does this mean?

Seven dark figures descended from the heavens, carrying a coffin, and brought Sieg back to the human world!

Recalling the strange ritual just now, many people had an unbelievable thought pop into their minds.

"Could it be that Sieg is really dead?"

"But this time, has his ghost returned?"

The entire battlefield fell silent for a moment, with countless eyes scrutinizing the faces of the real and fake Sig. Only the faint sound of the waves could be heard.

This is far more shocking than the previous appearance of the Black Flame Dragon.

On the coffin-shaped boat, Hawkeye Mihawk's eyes suddenly lit up, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. His sharp golden eyes were like two swords.

"I originally thought that this trip was a waste of my time."

"I never expected it to really be you."

He reached out and gripped the black knife in his hand tightly, an invisible aura gradually rising within him.

On the small boat, Jinbe looked at Sig and nodded.

"I knew it. The only human that could subdue Ah Long must be someone like Brother Tiger back then... Now it seems that his aura is indeed extraordinary."

On the Kuja Pirates' ship, Empress Hancock gazed at Sig in the distance, her chin, which had been held high, now lowered, her eyes deep and thoughtful.

In another location on Sword Mountain Island, beneath the shadow of a hood, a smile appeared on the dragon's fierce face.

"It seems the time has come."

On the armored pirate ship, the bald man wiped away his sweat.

Now that the fog had dissipated a little, he belatedly realized that they had just made a blunder.

However, the way Sig emerged from the coffin did indeed raise some questions in the minds of the bald man and the others.

"Boss Sig, wasn't he already alive? Why did he crawl out of the coffin?"

Beside him, Monka lowered his voice and asked in the bald man's ear.

The former members of the bandit gang had secretly met with Sig before and knew that Sig was still alive.

But the current situation really left Monka completely baffled.

The bald man glanced at Monka and smiled slightly:

“Monka, you’ve been by the boss’s side for so long, don’t you understand him yet?”

“Boss Sig’s every word and action has a deeper meaning. He has never done anything unnecessary. Think about what Boss Sig just said, don’t you understand?”

Monka was slightly taken aback.

Is this world corrupted again? What kind of talk is that?

It sounded like the words of a dead person who had come back to life, but they all knew that Sieg was not dead.

"Could it be...that this sentence means that?"

"This is truly terrifying, how could this be?"

Monka's eyes widened, looking utterly shocked.

But actually he didn't understand anything; he was just a little embarrassed to admit that he didn't understand anything.

Sure enough, the bald man looked at him with a satisfied expression and whispered the answer to the mystery.

“You’re right. When I heard Boss Sig say those words, I was just as surprised as you are.”

The bald man's expression gradually became agitated:

"I originally thought that after Boss Sig was reborn, he was going to hide his identity and work behind the scenes of the times to prepare for a big plan."

"Who knows... he wasn't just wandering through this world, but actually arrived in another world, another dimension!"

"And now, he has returned!"

"So Boss Sig's grand plan not only transcends the times, but even transcends dimensions?"

The bald man recalled his conversation with Xia Qi at her bar, his expression becoming excited.

"Wh...what?" Monka was truly shocked this time, as if he had been electrocuted, completely dumbfounded.

"What nonsense are you spouting?"

Instead of wasting time chatting, let's think about how to retreat.

"Four of the Seven Warlords of the Sea have arrived, along with the Admirals and several Vice Admirals from the Marine Headquarters. No one can withstand so many powerful enemies on their own."

Crocdale emerged from the cabin, a cigar dangling from her lips, her gaze fixed intently on Sieg on the small hill.

Since her conversation with Sieg that day, Crocodile has lived in the Devil's Triangle with Princess Perona for three months.

"Sieg, I will defeat you, not these marines," Crocodile thought to herself.

She leaped into the air, her body turning into sand and disappearing into the sky.