From the Navy Admiral to the Gotei 13

So he handed Ace over to the care of the navy on the warship, and followed Diarmait to the island.

I have the impression that this island should have a small town or village maintained by a shrine maiden.

But the Seven Star Sword has become the Heart Ferry, so of course this impression is completely useless.

There is no formal village or town on the island. It is just a natural harbor where a group of refugees huddle together for warmth. They built a few wooden houses and surrounded them with wooden fences. It looks lifeless and without any vitality.

Seeing the refugees behind the wooden fence looking at them and the other sailors with vigilance and fear, Diarmuid and Garp did not bother them.

The two of them immediately passed the refugee settlement and headed towards the mountain.

There was no need for a guide or anything like that. The information Stussy provided to Diarmait was very clear.

And looking up the mountain from here, you can indeed see a huge altar halfway up the mountain.

At this time, the altar has experienced a hundred years of wind and rain and is in a very messy state, but from a distance, it still has a mysterious atmosphere.

"Have you been to this island?" Diarmait and Cap chatted as they walked.

"I haven't been here. To be honest, although people in the East China Sea should have heard of the story of Xindu, there are probably not many who have been to this island. After all, there is nothing on this island except a story. It has no value. Who would come here on purpose? Moreover, Xindu itself has an ominous sign... Who would be as careless as you and me when they have nothing to do?" Karp waved his hand.

"That's true." Diarmait said with a smile.

It's like the province where you lived in your previous life. You heard that there was a ghost story in a certain corner where there was nothing there. This story was very famous. You had heard it since you were a child and could tell it in detail. But most people would not go to see that corner in person. First, it was unlucky, and second, it was unnecessary.

The further up the mountain they went, the darker the atmosphere became, which surprised both Diarmait and Cap.

“No way? Is there really a curse?” Diarmait muttered.

"Maybe it's because the mountain is in a bad condition and the humidity is too heavy, so it feels dark." Cap said with a bit of disbelief.

"No wonder there are so few people living in this damn place." Diarmuid said with a smile.

If you stay here for a while, you will definitely get rheumatism or something like that.

They chatted as they climbed the mountain. Both of them were strong men with great physical strength, and they soon arrived in front of the huge altar.

The entire altar is very exaggerated. From a distance, you can't even see the entrance. But when you get closer, you will find that this huge altar is actually a whole piece, carved out of a huge stone.

"Look, the family crest of the Don Quixote family!" Cap suddenly pointed to the ground in the center of the altar.

Diarmuid followed Garp's finger and indeed saw a complex pattern. He had no knowledge of the Celestial Dragons' family crest and had no idea whether it was true or false.

But since Karp said it so confidently, it must be true.

"It seems that the legend is true. More than two hundred years ago, there was a celestial dragon named Don Quixote. Did he once rule the world?" Diarmait asked curiously.

Garp nodded and said, "There is indeed a story about this, and it seems to be true. It is said that Claudius was a very unique Celestial Dragon and had a good relationship with our navy. In that era, the World Government was unprecedentedly powerful and even conquered the New World..."

"Really?" Diarmait smacked his lips, then walked up to the altar and asked, "By the way, have you heard of Im?"

He had never heard of Don Quixote before. Saint Claudius, in his impression, the head of the World Government should be the mysterious Lord Im.

The Five Elders must kneel down and kowtow before him.

Now, having suddenly heard of Don Quixote and Claudius, such a great figure, he had a vague suspicion that Lord Yim...could he be the so-called Saint Claudius?

"What Im?" Karp was stunned for a moment.

Not sure if this guy was unwilling to talk or if he really didn't know, Diarmait smiled and waved his hand, saying, "Nothing."

The altar was empty, there was nothing there, so Diarmait and Cap dispersed and searched around for any traces of Heart Ferry.

After a while, Cap's loud voice started shouting.

"Diarmait, come and take a look, something's going on here!"

Upon hearing this, Diarmait quickly rushed towards Garp.

It is a huge stone statue in human form covered by vines.

Even after more than a hundred years of wind and rain, one can still find a hint of handsomeness in this stone statue.

"There's Don Quixote's family crest on the stone statue. If nothing unexpected happens, this should be a statue of Claudius?" Cap said, touching his chin.

Diarmait nodded without saying anything, and shifted his gaze from the statue to the front of the statue.

This is the situation that Karp described.

There is a knife rack in front of the stone, and on this rack, there is a knife. The scabbard is dark black, but it faintly emits a dark emerald green. Unlike the stone statue, it seems that it has not been eroded by more than a hundred years of wind and rain.

There wasn't even a speck of dust left on top.

The scabbard alone gives people a shocking feeling because it is too delicate. At first glance, it looks dark with a hint of dark green, but if you look closely, you can see that the scabbard is carved with exquisite patterns. If you look more carefully, you will find that it is actually a landscape painting with mountains, water, dragons, tigers, leopards and deer, which is magnificent.

"How luxurious! This scabbard alone is priceless." Diarmait said softly.

"The jade on the hilt is the best quality I have ever seen." Cap said while staring at the hilt.

That's right, the handle is also very high-end (Li Ma's), wrapped in silk cloth, with layers of dark golden ropes wrapped around it, and two pieces of jade stones of the same size and perfect color hanging on both sides, neither too big nor too small, without any sense of abruptness, and perfectly integrated into the handle.

"This should be the legendary...demon sword. Heart crossing, right?" Diarmait sighed, then reached out to grab the hilt.

However, just as his palm was about to touch Xin Du, a powerful force suddenly erupted from around Xin Du and pushed his palm away.

A hint of surprise flashed in Diarmait's eyes. At this moment, the surroundings of Xindu changed again.

There are three phantoms surrounding the knife.

Looking closely, one of the shadows is exactly the same as the dagger hanging from the waist of the stone statue. It should be Don Quixote. Is it the sword of Saint Claudius?

As for the other two shadows, one was an extremely ferocious battle axe, which was frightening at first sight, and it looked like a powerful killing weapon, while the other was a heavy long-handled war hammer, which was very imposing.

"What the hell is this? Is this the seal of the heart?" Diarmuid said in surprise, and tried to stretch out his hand again. Sure enough, as soon as he got close, he was blocked outside by an invisible force.

The battle axe, dagger, and hammer seemed to be able to turn into reality at any time and hit Diarmait directly.

"Try with a little more strength!" Karp urged from the side.

Diarmait thought for a moment, then shook his head. "What if I force it and break the knife? The red full moon is only a couple of days away, so it's okay to wait." Garp, realizing the same logic, stopped pressing.

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Chapter 132: To help others and yourself, you must first help your heart. This is the heart!

The celestial phenomena in the world of pirates are very strange. Not to mention the red full moon, occasionally there will be two moons in the sky.

The astrological signs are ever-changing and there is basically no pattern.

Therefore, in this world where the navigation industry is very developed, there is no way to use the sky to determine the direction. When sailing on the sea, people can only rely on the technology of recording pointers.

But speaking of it, Diarmait is now able to use his ability to sense the lines of the 'gravity field'.

Therefore, as long as he had visited an island once and recorded the 'line' there, he would not need to prepare any record pointers when he went there again. He could go there by following the guidance of his own ability.

Diarmait and Cap stayed on the warship for two days without setting up camp on the island or disturbing the refugees.

On the third night, the red moon arrived as expected.

The entire night sky became eerie and gloomy.

The originally bright moonlight is now extremely scarlet.

The beasts on the island also became violent.

It was at this time that Diarmait and Cap returned to the altar.

"How often does the red moon appear?" Diarmait asked.

"Some say once a year, some say once every ten years, and some say once a hundred years," Karp said carelessly.

"Why have I never seen it before?" Diarmait looked up at the blood-red moon in the sky and said softly.

For some reason, he suddenly wanted to shout "Infinite Tsukuyomi"!

However, he quickly suppressed this immature thought.

Cap shrugged and said, "That's the weird part. Even though we can see the red moon now, if we were in another sea area, the celestial phenomenon would probably be normal. No one knows what's going on..."

"Is it so magical? I thought the whole world was in a red moon state at this time." Diarmait said in surprise.

"This world is so magical... Never mind all that, let's go!" Karp said nonchalantly.

After a while, the two of them came to the statue of Claudius again.

At this moment, the demon sword, Xindu, which was placed on the sword rack, was still there.

It looks no different than before.

However, the scarlet moonlight shining on the scabbard of the sword made this strange sword even more mysterious.

"I don't know if there really is a curse." Diarmait said with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, he reached out to grab the hilt of the knife again, and at the same time he was vaguely on guard, fearing that something unexpected might happen.

But what was surprising was that the mysterious force that could isolate Xin Du two days ago had completely disappeared.

His palm firmly grasped the hilt of Xin Du's low-key yet luxurious sword.

Garp looked at the scene in bewilderment, then said in disbelief, "Is it that simple? I thought there would be some big commotion."

Diarmait was also a little puzzled. He tried to take the Heart Ferry off the knife holder, but there was no movement at all. It was as if the shadows of the battle axes, hammers, and daggers they saw two days ago were all illusions.

"When the red full moon comes, the day when Xindu is born, it may really be that simple." Diarmait said with emotion.

Start with the heart crossing, not too light or too heavy, just right.

After taking a few steps back, Diarmait placed his other hand on the scabbard in the crimson moonlight, and gently reached out. Then, a cold light reflected crimson and fell on his face.

It was only halfway out of the sheath, but the sharp aura of the blade could no longer be suppressed and emanated outwards, as if it wanted to vent all the repression that had been suppressed for more than a hundred years.

However, the next moment, a sudden change occurred. A large amount of scarlet aura suddenly emanated from the scabbard. It was dark and obscure, and just one glance at it was enough to make people terrified.

Diarmuid, who was holding a knife, was the first to be affected. His eyes suddenly became ferocious and evil, with bloodshot eyes.

This sudden change startled Garp, who was standing by, and he could not help but keep some distance from Diarmait, looking at him warily, fearing that Diarmait would suddenly attack him.

But it was only for a moment, and Diarmait's aura shook, and the ferocious look in his eyes quickly dissipated, and the bloodshot in his eyes also disappeared.

"What a fierce knife!" Diarmait exclaimed.

To be honest, he didn't take the demon sword seriously before. No matter how demonic it was, it was still a sword, right?

But at that moment just now, he was very sure that he was affected by this heart crossing.

If someone with weaker willpower were to wield the knife, he would probably turn into a butcher and kill everyone he saw, right?

Or maybe commit suicide directly?