manynovel Chapter 227 The New World, Four Emperors
Chapter 227 The New World, Four Emperors
Chapter 227: The New World, the Four Emperors
New World, Ghost Island!
Rumble!
Bolts of thunder roared across the sky, churning within the thick clouds, vividly demonstrating the unpredictable nature of the sea's weather.
boom!
Roar!
On this ghost island, roars and the sound of wine jars shattering could be heard intermittently, a situation that had continued throughout the morning.
"Lord Yanzai, the governor has been like this all morning. Won't you go in and take a look?"
Outside a dwelling on Onigashima, a pirate, his face filled with worry, whispered to a tall man beside him.
"Hmm? It's alright! The boss probably drank too much, let him vent his emotions. Pass the word down that no one else should disturb the boss!"
The man before them, addressed as Lord Flame Calamity, was handsome with a serious and composed expression. He had white hair, brown skin, and black wings. A wreath-like tattoo surrounded his left eye. He was tall and robust, over six meters tall, and his entire body, including his face, was covered in black clothing. He wore a mask, goggles, and a helmet, and a black double-breasted suit with two skull patterns on the collar. He wore black gloves, leaving no skin exposed. His arms and legs were adorned with ornaments, and a long sword hung at his waist. Flames surrounded the back of his head.
This is King, the top commander of the Beasts Pirates, the leader of the "Three Disasters," nicknamed "The Wildfire," Kaido's right-hand man, with a bounty of 1.39 billion Berries, and the user of the Zoan-type Devil Fruit, the Ancient Zoan-type Dragon-Dragon Fruit, Pteranodon form.
Upon hearing King's words, the pirate couldn't help but glance back in the direction of their dwelling, a flicker of fear crossing his eyes. He then turned back, nodded, and quickly departed.
King didn't leave; he simply found a comfortable spot to sit down. He wanted to ensure that he could be there immediately if Kaido needed someone after regaining his senses.
Whoosh!
Sitting on a low stool in the courtyard, Jin took out a newspaper that the pirates had delivered that morning from his pocket and began to read it again.
"Heh heh heh, the great pirate Shiki the Golden Lion, actually had his life ended by a rookie. Was it underestimating his opponent? Or was his opponent really that strong?"
A cold light flashed in Jin's eyes as he stared intently at the newspaper illustration—the photograph of a figure with his back to the full moon, his hand outstretched.
Although the faces of the people in the photograph were not clearly visible due to the moonlight, it still gave Jin a unique feeling.
"The chivalrous Mu Chong with a bounty of one billion Berries? If you can defeat Shiki the Golden Lion, no matter what methods you used, that one billion Berries bounty is worth it!"
As Jhin muttered to himself, his expression was obscured by his mask, but his tone revealed curiosity.
"Hmm? Right! I remember Jack called earlier and said there's an interesting guy on Hao Xia Mu Chong's ship who ate a Zoan-type Devil Fruit! Looks like I need to talk to the boss about this!"
As Jin finished speaking, he looked up towards the direction of his residence. The noise there was gradually subsiding, but occasional roars could still be heard. Jin shook his head, stuffed the newspaper back into his pocket, and slowly closed his eyes, pretending to doze off.
A new world, a world of nations!
call!call!
A gentle breeze swept across the blue sky and white clouds, adding a vibrant and beautiful element to the already joyful atmosphere of the world.
In a lavishly decorated palace, besides the talking objects, there were three figures.
Charlotte Linlin, one of the Four Emperors, sat high on the throne in the center of the palace, with her two outstanding sons of the Charlotte family standing on either side of her.
On the left is Charlotte Linlin's eldest son, Charlotte Perospero, a Paramecia-type Lick-Lick Fruit user with a bounty of 700 million Berries and a height of over three meters.
On the right is Charlotte Linlin's second son, Sherlock Katakuri, a special Paramecia-type Mochi Mochi Fruit user with a bounty of 1.057 billion Berries and a height of over five meters.
"Oh my god! Perospero! Where is Owen's ship?"
Charlotte Linlin, seated at the head of the table, glanced at a newspaper placed beside her and then asked her eldest son, who was sitting to her left.
"Replying to Mother! Owen's ship has only recently left that doldrums and is preparing to return to the Land of the Boundary!"
Perospero glanced at the newspaper beside him, licked his lips, and said...
"Hmm? Then inform Owen and tell him to find a way to go to Loguetown in the East China Sea and wait for the chivalrous Mu Chong there! I'm going to hold a tea party, so have Owen deliver an invitation to that brat!"
Lingling reclined in her chair, her large frame exuding a powerful presence, and her tone left no room for argument. Clearly, Lingling was still angry about Owen's failed mission last time.
"Hehehe! Okay, Mom! I'll go tell Owen right away!"
Perospero sensed Lingling's tone and his heart tightened; he immediately spoke.
"Wait a moment!"
Just then, Katakuri suddenly spoke up, first raising his hand to stop Perospero from leaving, then turning back to Linlin and saying...
"Mom! I'll deliver the invitations to the tea party this time. After all, the current hero Mu Chong is not the same as before. He was able to defeat the Golden Lion Shiki on his own, so that guy must be quite strong. If Owen gets into a conflict with him again..."
Katakuri frowned slightly, and a hint of worry flashed in his eyes as he finished speaking.
"Well, well, well! You're still as caring as ever about your younger siblings, Katakuri! Okay, then go and meet up with Owen!"
Upon hearing Katakuri's words, a smile appeared on Lingling's previously expressionless face, and she then agreed to Katakuri's request.
Yes, Mom!
Snapped!
After hearing Lingling's agreement, Katakuri reached for the newspaper beside him, then slowly left the palace. As he stepped out of the palace gate, he glanced at the newspaper in his hand and murmured to himself.
"Mu Chong, the chivalrous hero! What an interesting fellow!"
New World, Moby Dick!
On the deck of the pirate ship, Edward Newgate, one of the Four Emperors, was holding a huge jug and chugging it down his throat.
Newgate's drinking antics terrified Marco, who was watching from the side. This had been going on all morning, and no amount of persuasion had worked. Marco could only stand guard to prevent anything from happening.
"Dad..."
"Hiccup! Hahahaha! Shiki, you bastard! You're such a bastard!"
After Newgate let out a burp, he suddenly cursed Shiki the Golden Lion at the sky, but there wasn't a trace of anger in his tone; instead, it was full of memories.
New World, Red Fosse!
Shanks, one of the Four Emperors, sat on the deck of his pirate ship, holding a newspaper and reading it with great interest.
"Hmm? Captain! Interested in this newcomer? According to intelligence, Hero Mu Chong's next destination will be Loguetown in the East Blue! It's said that the World Government and the Navy are already gathering forces to head there. Would you like to go and see for yourself, Captain?"
Just as Shanks was engrossed in watching, a man with slicked-back gray hair, a cross-shaped scar on his left temple, wearing a dark blue cloak with a spiral pattern and a yellow belt around his waist with a flintlock rifle tucked into it, walked over and said...
"Hmm? Beckman! Hehehe! This chivalrous Mu Chong is indeed an interesting fellow. He's caused quite a stir in the short time he's been at sea! However, he's not so bad that I need to personally make a trip to the East China Sea. It's more important to deal with that matter first. I wonder if that old man with the white beard will listen to my advice!"
As Shanks spoke, he placed the newspaper aside, slowly rose, and walked to the bow of the ship, gazing at the boundless sea before him.
In the first half of the Grand Line, at an altitude of one thousand meters in the calm zone adjacent to the East China Sea, the Freedom was flying high in the air.
At the bow of the deck, Mu Chong, dressed in a white robe, sat cross-legged, one hand supporting his chin, the other tossing a dark gray Devil Fruit up and down. His expression was calm, and he seemed lost in thought.