Sailing: Pick Up Roger’s Entry At The Beginning, And Scare Cap Chapter 195

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As the Revolutionary Army was urgently deployed, an inconspicuous boat was quietly approaching outside the storm barrier. The boat seemed to be unaffected by the strong wind and lightning, and it was heading straight towards the floating island.

A young man wearing a straw hat stood at the bow, looking up at the floating island looming in the clouds with a bright smile on his face.

“I’ve got you, Sabo,” the young man whispered. “I’m here to help you.”

On the deck of the Moby Dick, Marco handed the last mission instructions to the captains. The moonlight shone on his tired face, and the blue phoenix flames jumped from his shoulders from time to time, as if sensing the owner’s inner uneasiness.

“The route has been determined,” he put away the nautical chart and glanced at every captain present, “Remember, no matter what situation you encounter, keep in touch and don’t act alone.”

Vista checked the blade and nodded: “The news that Dad met with the astrologer alone must not be known to the navy.”

“I’m afraid the navy has already noticed it,” Joz clenched his fists, which gleamed like diamonds, “We must speed up the operation to pick up Ace.”

Marco took a final look around, a trace of worry flashing in his eyes: “Act according to the plan, may the sea god bless each of us.”

The captains led their teams away, and soon only the first team led by Marco and the third team led by Joz were left around the Moby Dick. The two teams boarded their respective ships and parted ways in the darkness before dawn.

Marco stood at the bow, watching Joz’s ship go away until it completely disappeared on the horizon. He turned to the assembled team members and said, “Towards Fishman Island, full speed ahead.”

—

Joz’s ship was sailing fast in the dangerous waters of the New World. The sea was filled with unusually thick fog, visibility was extremely low, and the navigator on the ship had to calibrate the direction every ten minutes.

“Sir, the radar detected unusual activity ahead,” a team member reported, “Preliminary assessment is that they are naval warships, and there are quite a few of them.”

Joz walked to the front of the deck.

“Everyone on alert,” he ordered. “Prepare to fight, but try to avoid them first. Our first priority is to reunite with Ace.”

The ship adjusted its course, trying to bypass the dangerous area ahead. However, the sound of cannons suddenly came from the thick fog, followed by a dazzling beam of light shooting straight into the sky, dispersing the surrounding fog.

Three navy warships formed a triangle array, surrounding Joz’s ship. On the deck of the front warship, a tall figure wearing a white justice coat slowly walked out.

“Captain of the Whitebeard Pirates’ Third Division, Diamond Jozu,” the man’s voice came through the loudspeaker Den Den Mushi, “I am under the order of the Marshal to stop you from advancing.”

Joz sneered: “Vice Admiral Kumamoto, you are supposed to be in charge of the new naval headquarters, but you are here in person?”

Kumamoto did not respond directly, but just raised his hand to signal. The three warships opened fire at the same time, but the shells were not conventional ammunition, but released a strange blue energy net.

“Everyone dodge!” Joz shouted, and at the same time he rushed forward, his whole body turned into diamond, and directly resisted a network of energy.

Unexpectedly, when the energy net came into contact with his diamond body, it made a shrill buzzing sound, and Joz felt weak. The diamondized area actually began to return to normal skin.

“This is…!” Joz stepped back in shock and examined his arm. Although he recovered his strength quickly, the weakness he felt at that moment was very clear.

“A new type of seastone energy grid,” Kumamoto explained calmly, “designed to deal with powerful Devil Fruit users like you. This is just the tip of the iceberg of the World Government’s newest weapon.”

Qiao Zi quickly analyzed the situation and whispered to his deputy, “Change the plan. Break out at full speed. I’ll cover you.”

The deputy hesitated: “Captain, that kind of weapon would be very harmful to you—”

“Follow orders,” Joz interrupted, “The situation over there in Ace is more critical. You must get there.”

After saying that, Joz leaped up, his whole body covered with armed color domineering and diamond shell, and smashed towards Kumamoto’s flagship like a meteor.

Kumamoto drew the sword from his waist and calmly waited for the arrival of the pirate. A cold light that did not belong to a human flashed in his eyes.

—

Whitebeard stood on the edge of the cliff, quietly looking at the turbulent sea in the distance. This secret island is located on the edge of the New World’s sea map, and few people know of its existence. The island has sparse vegetation, and the strange rock structure seems to come from another world, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

“You are punctual as always, Edward.”

The voice came from behind, and Whitebeard turned around and saw a silver-haired old man walking slowly towards him. The old man was wearing a faded blue robe, holding a cane inlaid with strange gems, and his eyes were shining with wisdom beyond his age.

“Silba,” Whitebeard nodded slightly, “Long time no see.”

“Thirty-six years and four months,” Silva answered accurately, “When we last met, you had just formed your own pirate group, and Roger was still wandering around the world.”

The two old men stood side by side on the edge of the cliff in silence for a moment, as if reliving those distant memories.

“Your letter mentioned that you observed unusual celestial phenomena,” Whitebeard finally broke his silence, “Is it related to Roger’s prediction back then?”

Silba took out a small instrument from his robe and turned it on to project a holographic image of the starry sky.

“Our astronomical observatory has recorded unprecedented abnormal lunar activity in the past six months,” Silba’s finger slid across the projection, zooming in on an area on the lunar surface, “This area has experienced energy fluctuations that are very similar to the ‘dimensional ripples’ recorded in ancient books.”

Whitebeard stared at the projection, a trace of worry flashing in his eyes: “The dimensional barrier is weakening.”

“It’s faster than we expected,” Silba nodded. “According to calculations, if this speed continues, permanent cracks will appear in the barrier in three months at most.”

Silba turned off the projection, his eyes becoming unusually serious: “But what’s more worrying is that this is not a natural phenomenon. Someone, or an ‘existence’, is accelerating this process.”

Whitebeard pondered for a moment: “Five Elder Stars.”

“That’s right,” Silba said in a low voice, “They are not human, Edward. At least, not completely. They are Void Visitors who sneaked into our world 800 years ago, existing in human form, and planned the destruction of the entire ancient kingdom.”

Silba took out an ancient parchment and unfolded it carefully: “This is a record left by my ancestors, recording the truth of the past. Five visitors from the void crossed the dimension and entered the human world in a way that we cannot understand. They gradually gained power and eventually established the predecessor of the World Government.”

Whitebeard took the parchment, and inside the human form was a twisted, unnatural form.