manynovel Chapter 265: Where is the Way Home!
Chapter 265: Where is the Way Home!
The sound wasn't loud.
But this handshake signifies the successful formation of the alliance!
On one side is "the world's most vicious criminal," Monkey D. Dragon.
On one side is "Time and Space Emperor" Chen Ye.
This handshake.
The two most dangerous people on this vast ocean are fighting for the god who sits high on the empty throne.
A formal alliance has been formed.
Long withdrew his large, calloused hand, his tense lips finally relaxed, and he completely relaxed.
Those seemingly unattainable ideals now appear to have a chance of being realized.
"I hope we can have a pleasant collaboration in the future, Mr. Chenye."
Chen Ye casually flicked his hand.
He leaned back against the simple stone chair, his posture languid.
"Now that we've formed an alliance, I'll just take this opportunity to mention some 'personal matters'."
Chen Ye turned slightly to the side, his slender fingers reaching over the dragon's shoulder and pointing to the shadow behind him.
Two silent figures stood there.
Aokiji and Zephyr!
They were abandoned by the Navy.
The ocean is vast, yet it offers them no refuge.
Chen Ye's lips curled into a smile as he casually posed a question to Long.
"Would the revolutionary army be willing to take in my two 'homeless' friends?"
The words "homeless" pierced Zephyr and Aokiji's hearts like sharp thorns.
Is the truth.
But coming from Chen Ye's mouth, it sounded really irritating.
Long's movements as he adjusted his cuffs suddenly stopped.
He raised his head, his gaze passing over Chen Ye and landing on the two statue-like figures.
These are two generals-level combatants!
A Logia-type Ice-Ice Fruit user, a "monster" among the Navy's top combat forces.
A "black-arm" master who has trained all current generals and lieutenant generals.
The dragon's perpetually serious face instantly lit up with excitement.
His pupils blazed with a wolf-like light.
"I couldn't ask for more!"
The dragon's voice involuntarily rose in pitch, trembling with emotion.
He suddenly stood up, placed his hands on the table, leaned forward, and his posture was extremely eager.
"This is precisely the fighting force the Revolutionary Army has been dreaming of! If you two are willing to condescend, the Revolutionary Army's doors will always be open to you!"
The Revolutionary Army has always lacked high-end combat capabilities; apart from Long himself and a few captains, there are very few.
Now, with a single sentence from Chen Ye, two royal-level combatants have been delivered.
It's like a pie falling from the sky.
It has gold trim.
The dragon's chest heaved violently, its intense pressure causing it to surge with excitement.
Things aren't that simple.
These two were once pillars of the navy, and their sense of "justice" was deeply rooted in their hearts, making it no easy task for them to join the "Revolutionary Army".
He must show all his sincerity.
The dragon's gaze shifted to the blue pheasant in the corner.
The tall man stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the cold stone wall, looking rather lazy.
A pair of sharp eyes are scrutinizing this place, scrutinizing him.
The dragon's eyes were sincere and fervent, without a trace of hypocrisy.
"Kuzan".
"The world is sick, and the navy is sick. We need clear-headed people like you to heal this world together."
In the corner, Aokiji scratched his fluffy curly hair, making a rustling sound.
He let out a long sigh.
His usual languor and decadence vanished, replaced by an unusual seriousness.
He didn't look at the dragon.
He looked up at the rough, rocky ceiling above him.
The voice was very flat.
"Oh dear, I don't really care."
"Anyway, the current navy is not the one I used to know. Those guys from the World Government have made a mess of things there."
A self-deprecating smile tugged at the corners of Aokiji's lips.
"It doesn't matter where I am, or what my previous identity was. As long as I can uphold justice, I'm fine anywhere."
He turned his head, his gaze fixed on the dragon, a cold glint in his eyes.
"As long as your place isn't another 'world government' cloaked in justice."
The dragon's expression turned solemn.
He nodded solemnly, even bowing slightly, performing a standard courtesy.
"Don't worry, Kuzan."
The dragon's promise was resounding and every word was engraved.
"The Revolutionary Army faces harsh conditions, lacking grand fortresses and exorbitant military expenditures. But the 'justice' here is untainted by the Celestial Dragons' selfish desires! We fight only for the people, for freedom. I, Monkey D. Dragon, assure you, I will never let you down."
Aokiji stared at the dragon for a few seconds.
He pulled the blindfold down again, covering his eyes, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
"Alright, let's leave it at that for now. Perfect, I'd also like to see just how far you guys can go."
One is sorted out.
Chen Ye's lips curved into a deeper smile.
He turned around, his gaze passing over Aokiji and landing in the deeper shadows.
The old man with his arms crossed and a conflicted expression.
"Mr. Zephyr, and you?"
Chen Ye's voice was light and airy, yet it struck Zefa's heart like a heavy hammer.
"You heard it too, there's no shortage of alcohol or fights here. More importantly, there's a shortage of instructors. So, what do you say? Want to stay in the Revolutionary Army?"
Zefa didn't say anything.
He unconsciously tightened his arms, which were clasped to his chest.
His gray eyebrows were knotted into a tight knot.
His gaze behind the sunglasses wandered aimlessly, looking at the ground, looking at the walls, but never at Long and Chenye.
The betrayal of the world government.
The disciple's tragic death.
Damn Shichibukai.
Sharp knives tore his loyalty to the navy to pieces.
He hated the system, hated the elite officials, and hated the bureaucrats who betrayed justice.
But he is "Black Wrist" Zephyr.
Former chief instructor of the Navy.
The teacher of all naval elites.
He dedicated his life to teaching students how to catch pirates and uphold justice.
The navy is the true legitimate power.
What is a revolutionary army? A rebel army. A criminal army. Rats hiding in the gutter.
Why would you send a naval hero to join a bunch of "rats"?
It's worse than killing him.
The psychological gap between being a "soldier" and a "rebel" was something he couldn't accept.
And they still have to take orders from that bastard Garp's son?
The dragon who rebelled from a young age and went to participate in the revolution?
"Well……"
Zefa's lips twitched violently, and a muffled growl escaped his throat.
He swallowed back the words, "I would rather die than join your rebels."
He had no way out.
Where to go after leaving here?
Is the "NEO Navy" doomed to failure?
Chen Ye's words still echoed in his ears: Not only foolish, but also worthless.
He is now the world's most wanted criminal.
Leaving Chenye and Long's protection means endless pursuit.
He is not afraid of death.
His fear of death was pointless.
They were afraid of being cursed after their death.
He was afraid of implicating his last disciples.
The meeting room was eerily quiet, with only Zefa's heavy breathing as the only sound.
Chen Ye and Long exchanged a glance.
They're all shrewd people.
This old man needs a way out.
Chen Ye raised an eyebrow, just about to use a provocation tactic.
Long raised his hand and gestured for him to "calm down".
The dragon's eyes were unusually firm, yet tender.
He shook his head, indicating to Chen Ye: This time, I'll do it.
Chen Ye shrugged, leaned back in his chair, and made a gesture that said, "Please begin your performance."
Long adjusted his heavy, dark green cloak.
He stepped down from the seat of honor.
step.
Two steps.
He deliberately suppressed all sense of oppression.
At this moment, he didn't seem like a commander, but more like a junior humbly seeking guidance.
Zefa looked through his sunglasses at the tall man approaching, his body instinctively tensing up.
A soldier's instinct.
Be wary of dangerous men.
The dragon stopped three steps away.
This is a dangerous attack range.
But the dragon didn't care at all.
He raised his head and looked directly into the old man's bloodshot eyes with those eyes unique to the D clan.
He did not use those cold, impersonal titles.
It's not "Mr. Zephyr".
He is not a "former admiral".
It's not a "black arm" either.
Looking at the old man with a gloomy demeanor in front of him, Long recalled the figure of him, full of vigor and reprimanding him on the training ground of the naval headquarters many years ago.
All the teachers of the Navy.
The dragon's chest heaved, its voice deep and penetrating, striking straight to the soul.
"Teacher Zephyr."
This "teacher" was neither mocking nor hypocritical.