The Great Voyage Begins with the Celestial Dragons

Chapter 322 A Smooth Transition

After Rayleigh took Sabo away...

Yamato returned to his car, making two phone calls with a relaxed expression.

"Hey, my mission is complete. Rayleigh really did take Sabo away. Now it's your turn."

"This time it's been tough. According to the established route, their training will last about a year, and after a year they will enter the new world."

A cool, clear voice, unique to Robin, came through the Den Den Mushi.

If Ace is the person in charge of this project, then she is the strategist.

"Robin, are you so sure Whitebeard will willingly join the fray?" Ace's slightly nervous voice came through the Den Den Mushi.

“Yes, he is a sentimental and nostalgic person. Our pursuit of Roger's crew members will inevitably displease him. And Sabo, as the one chosen by the remnants of Roger's crew, will certainly be under his protection,” Robin said with a light laugh.

"I see..."

"Speaking of which, Whitebeard's story is also related to Ace's Devil Fruit, and with that fruit, Ace could become the Navy's top combatant." Yamato's voice was tinged with teasing.

"If it weren't for my teacher's will, I wouldn't care about any Devil Fruit. I'm not interested in being the Navy's top combatant either," Ace said with some helplessness.

He didn't know why, but these people always wanted to see him become a naval admiral.

The idea of ​​the Pirate King's son becoming a Marine Admiral and single-handedly ending the Great Pirate Era sounds incredibly cool.

He'd heard these words so many times that sometimes he'd seriously consider them.

No matter how you look at it, this was indeed his wish.

Roger, because of his so-called dream of the Great Pirate Era, let down his poor but great mother.

In that case, for his mother's sake, he should shatter Roger's so-called dream.

"Hahaha, the Golden Lion's sword, the bloodline of the Pirate King, and the Devil Fruit of Whitebeard—these combine the power of the three great pirates of the last era. By all accounts, he's the protagonist who will end the era," Yamato chuckled.

Every member of the Don Quixote family believed this.

It wasn't because of Ace's personal abilities, but simply because it was something Luther had once said.

"Alright, you can all take a good rest for the next two years. After two years, it will be time for the plan to officially begin," Robin said with a smile.

She knew far more inside information than the little ones.

On the surface, this appears to be a major operation by the family to avenge Ace.

But in reality, this operation concealed a deeper purpose.

Aside from the World Government, only a few members of the Roger Pirates and the Whitebeard Pirates have a chance of knowing the truth about this world's history.

The world government wanted to cover it up anyway, so it wouldn't say much.

Therefore, as long as the Roger Pirates and the Whitebeard Hazawa Pirates are completely wiped out, the history of this world can be changed quietly.

Two years is enough time for them to create four new historical milestones and enough time for them to build the new final island.

After hanging up the phone, Robin, who was at the top of the tower in the Kingdom of Jaya, lazily stretched, revealing her graceful figure as she relaxed.

Her gaze fell on a portrait of Luther on the wall not far away.

Looking at the portrait, she suddenly burst into a silly laugh:

"Bad uncle, the world is really developing just as you wished!"

......

One year later, the new world.

On the turbulent sea, a pirate ship is steadily anchored.

The pirate ship was enormous, like a moving fortress. The most eye-catching thing was the flag on the sail, a pirate flag with a crescent-shaped white beard.

This is the symbol of the Whitebeard Pirates.

In the New World, the mere sight of this flag was enough to strike fear into people's hearts.

The ship was as lively as ever at this time.

Whitebeard and his sons stood or sat on the deck, gazing at the distant islands.

"Dad, who do you think will win?"

Marco, the captain of the First Division, expressionlessly snatched the sake jug next to Whitebeard's chair and drank the sake in one gulp.

He did this for his father's health.

Given my father's health, he shouldn't drink too much alcohol.

"Goo la la la la!"

Whitebeard let out a hearty laugh, ignoring Marco's little tricks, and simply gazed at the battlefield on the distant island:

"I actually hope that Jinbe can win."

"Oh? Old Man thinks Jinbe will lose?" Marco was somewhat surprised.

On a distant island, a duel is taking place between Sabo and Jinbe.

Because the Whitebeard Pirates were willing to provide protection for Fishman Island, Jinbe, one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, had a good relationship with them and often drank together.

Although it wasn't explicitly stated, everyone regarded Jinbe as their brother and believed that he would eventually become Whitebeard's son.

The other Sabo is simply a lucky newcomer who has emerged out of nowhere in the last two years.

Compared to the two, Jinbe is clearly inferior.

“That’s Rayleigh’s apprentice. Jinbe is still a bit lacking.”

Whitebeard laughed heartily again, making no attempt to hide his high regard for Sabo.

He had actually been paying attention to what had happened to the Roger Pirates since last year, and he even knew that Sabo was eventually taken away by Rayleigh.

Although he wanted to help, he was powerless to do so.

If it were any of the other emperors of the New World who did it, he would have gone to their home base without hesitation.

But he still harbored deep apprehension towards the Don Quixote family.

He was no longer alone; behind him was a group of good-for-nothing sons.

He wasn't afraid at all when fighting against the Don Quixote family.

But he couldn't bring himself to risk his son's life to fight the other side.

Dressrosa and the Kingdom of Prodin, in particular, have become meat grinders, with the daily death toll rising steadily.

The accumulated numbers are so high that even he is somewhat alarmed.

Pirates are just reckless, but the World Nobles are the ones who truly disregard life.

"Dad, it looks like we're going to have another little brother."

Marco smiled as he watched the white-bearded man deep in thought.

He mistook this thoughtful expression for Whitebeard's interest in Sabo.

"Guhahahaha!"

Whitebeard simply let out a loud laugh and instinctively reached for his wine jug.

Adopting Sabo as a godson would be a good option.

As his large hand grasped at empty air, before he could think further, Marco, standing beside him, casually handed him a wine jug.

Whitebeard instinctively took it, took a big gulp, and then his brows furrowed immediately.

"This is Don Quixote's medicine bar; drinking it doesn't give you any pleasure at all."

"Dad, you need to take care of yourself. This is the best drink for you right now," Marco said expressionlessly.

He was the Whitebeard Pirates' doctor, and no one knew Whitebeard's current condition better than him.

Due to the strain the Devil Fruit placed on his body, coupled with previous internal injuries, Whitebeard's health was no longer what it used to be.

If it weren't for the huge sums they spent every year purchasing the Don Quixote family's medicinal wines and health supplements, Whitebeard would have been living on IV drips every day.

Even with the supplements Don Quixote provided, Whitebeard's current physical condition wouldn't allow him to fight for long.

"Hahaha, well, this is good too!"

Feeling his son's care, the white-bearded man laughed heartily again and drank the medicinal wine in his hand in one gulp.

Drinking is a pleasure, but isn't it also a kind of happiness for an elderly father to be cared for by his son?

Chapter 323 The Banquet

boom!!!

With a final roar, the battle on the island came to an end.

As the ship's doctor, Marco immediately transformed into a phoenix and swooped down toward the island.

As he looked at the ruins in the center of the island, Marco's expression hardened, and he took a deep look at Sabo's panting but not collapsing figure.

"As expected of my father."

He ignored Sabo and flew straight to Jinbe, who was lying on the side, carrying the medical kit. He skillfully treated Jinbe's injuries.

Fighting between pirates is commonplace, and he has treated such injuries countless times.

With just one glance, he knew that Jinbe was simply exhausted and not in any life-threatening danger.

"Hey, you're the first division commander of the Whitebeard Pirates, right?"

Sabo was breathing heavily, his piercing eyes fixed on Marco.

"I am Marco."

Marco glanced at him, his tone still carrying a hint of goodwill.

As he expected, the other party should be his next younger brother.

"Wait until I recover, then fight me! Rayleigh said he would only tell me about the Donquixote Family if I could stand up to Whitebeard."

Sabo grinned, his eyes and expression filled with fighting spirit.