bookbashuk Chapter 190 The God-Sealing Duo's Trip to Sabaody Archipelago
Chapter 190 The God-Sealing Duo's Trip to Sabaody Archipelago
Chapter 190 The God-Sealing Duo's Trip to Sabaody Archipelago
Naval Headquarters, Marshal's Office.
Sengoku had just finished listening to Smoker's urgent report when the teacup in his hand fell to the ground with a crash and shattered into pieces.
His face was first filled with extreme shock, which was then replaced by immense joy!
"What?! Sakazuki Sakazuki... He's really alive?! He's awakened in the Great Temple of Alabasta?!"
Sengoku's voice trembled slightly with excitement. This was simply incredible news!
After suffering heavy losses in the Marineford War and the chaos brought about by the Holy Grail War, the Marine Headquarters was depleted in combat power and morale was low. Although the World Recruiting was underway, the gap in top-level combat power was not so easy to fill.
The return of a former admiral, especially given Sakazuki's tough style and ideals of absolute justice, is of great significance for stabilizing the situation in the navy and even the world government!
"Great! This is really great!" Sengoku slammed his hand on the table.
"Smoker! You did the right thing! Get Sakazuki back safely, at all costs, immediately! I'll notify Garp right away!"
Before he could finish speaking, a messenger rushed in to report.
"Marshal! Vice Admiral Garp and Admiral Kuzan have just left headquarters in a high-speed warship. Their destination is unknown, but judging from Vice Admiral Garp's appearance—they are in a great hurry!"
Sengoku's smile froze instantly: "What?! Garp and Kuzan? What are they doing out at this time?!"
A bad feeling crept into his heart, and he immediately grabbed the encrypted Den Den Mushi and dialed Kap's number.
The call connected, and all that could be heard on the other end was the whooshing sound of wind and Garp's extremely rare roar.
"Sengoku! This is my grandson's business! Don't ask! It's urgent! We'll talk later!" Then, without waiting for Sengoku's reaction, he hung up!
"Garp!! You old bastard!!!" Sengoku was so angry that he almost crushed the Den Den Mushi, and veins bulged on his forehead.
Luffy?! It's the Straw Hat Pirates again?! At this critical juncture, Garp is actually abandoning his post for personal matters?!
But Sakazuki's matter is more important right now, and he doesn't have time to settle scores with Garp.
"Borusalino!!" Sengoku immediately connected to Kizaru's office and commanded in a voice that was almost a shout.
"Immediately! Right now! Get to Alabasta Rainlands as fast as you can! Sakazuki is still alive! He's in the Great Temple that the Red Team controls!"
"Smoker has already gone ahead, but I need you to make sure everything goes smoothly! Bring him back to me! Now! Get out of here immediately!!"
"Eh... Sakazuki-san is still alive?!"
Kizaru's leisurely tone came from the other end of the Den Den Mushi, but you could hear the shock and joy in his voice.
But Sengoku could hear the sound of the chair moving and the clothes rubbing together, and knew that although this guy was unreliable in his words, he was not sloppy in his actions.
"But Marshal, if it's this urgent, what about overtime pay—"
"Stop talking nonsense! Go now!!" Sengoku roared, interrupting him.
After putting down the Den Den Mushi, Sengoku rubbed his aching temples and remembered something else.
"Those two bastards, Taigong Wang and Yang Jian, sent them to deal with the Seven Warlords of the Sea, and we haven't heard a single word from them yet! It's infuriating!"
He wasn't Taikoubou's Master, so he couldn't be contacted directly. Furthermore, the Celestial Dragon Shamrock had already returned to Mary Geoise after the Holy Grail War, so he couldn't be relied upon at all.
"It seems we can only rely on Borsalino and Smoker..." Sengoku sighed, praying that nothing else would go wrong.
Meanwhile, in the first half of the Grand Line, the Sabaody Archipelago.
In a tranquil teahouse, Taigong Wang leisurely sipped the world's unique black tea on an outdoor table, with his mythical beast, the Four-Faced Beast, lying beside him.
Yang Jian sat upright with a slight frown, seemingly unaccustomed to the noisy environment around him.
"Achoo!" Taigong Wang suddenly sneezed, rubbed his nose, and muttered to himself with a smile.
"It seems they've been talking about me. It's probably because Marshal Sengoku is getting impatient."
Yang Jian looked at him, a hint of doubt flashing in his heavenly eyes.
"Uncle-Master, now that we have successfully driven out Gecko Moria, why don't we immediately return to Marine Headquarters to report, instead of lingering here?"
"And you're saying your martial uncle has other plans?"
Taigong Wang put down his teacup, stroked his beard, and gazed intently at the huge Adam Mangrove in the distance, and the colorful bubbles that kept rising from the tree.
"This place—it's quite special. Fate's paths seem to intertwine here. That's why I'm waiting for a colleague here."
He smiled, his tone carrying a hint of mystery.
"If he were to descend, I'm afraid I'd have to change how I work. However—he is also one of the beings in this world that currently needs the power of the boundary the most."
Yang Jian nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite: "Uncle-Master, you mean that old friend will descend here? But the summoner is still unknown?"
"Indeed." Taigong Wang stood up.
"Jiro, there's no need to be so serious. Let's go, wander around. We might encounter something interesting, and maybe we can also sense that colleague's presence beforehand."
The two people and one beast then began to wander around the bizarre and wonderful Sabaody Archipelago.
Yang Jian was intrigued by the streetscape, so different from the Eastern Immortal Realm, but even more so by the pervasive chaos in the air.
An instinctive aversion to desire and oppression.
Unbeknownst to them, they had arrived at a building with exceptionally ornate decorations.
Numerous fierce-looking guards stood at the entrance of the building, while a figure that stood out from the surroundings blocked the way. It was a blue, fat fish-man, none other than Jinbe, the famous knight of the sea!
Shen Ping remained calm and composed as he spoke to the head of the guards.
"During the recent riots, you must have taken in quite a few members of the Fu clan, right?"
"You should know that Fishman Island is now a member state of the World Government, and it is illegal to buy and sell Fishman people there. Return my people, and I will not pursue this matter any further."
The head of the guards was a burly man with a face full of scars. He sneered arrogantly while smoking a cigar.
"Jinbe! Are you pretending to be stupid or are you really stupid? The World Government abolished all the privileges of your Seven Warlords of the Sea a long time ago!"
"You're just an ordinary pirate now! See that over there? Marine Headquarters isn't far from here! Are you looking to die trying to cause trouble here?"
Jinbe's gaze remained as firm as a rock. His massive body stood like a wall blocking the doorway, and his voice was steady yet carried an undeniable power.
"To return it, or not to return it?"
Just as the atmosphere was tense and a conflict was about to break out.
Ugh!
A strange and piercing horn sound came from afar, accompanied by an unsettling clamor.
The guard leader's expression changed, and he immediately adopted a fawning and nervous look.
"The Celestial Dragon has arrived! Quickly! Prepare to welcome him!"
He couldn't be bothered with Jinbe anymore and shouted to his subordinates, "Get this blue fatso out of here! Don't let him block the Celestial Dragons' path!"
After saying that, he hurriedly ordered his men to close the heavy doors of the auction house, seemingly certain that Jinbe would not dare to act recklessly in front of the Celestial Dragons.
"A Celestial Dragon?" Yang Jian frowned even more deeply as he looked at Taigong Wang.
"Uncle-Master, is this the ruling race of this world that you mentioned before? Those beings who claim to be descendants of the Creator?"
Taigong Wang nodded, the usual relaxed smile on his face fading slightly, and a hint of imperceptible coldness flashed deep in his eyes.
"Exactly. A group of people who inherited the privileges of their ancestors, but have brutality and stupidity etched into their very bones."
They stood on a high vantage point, looking down at the street below.
A strange procession was slowly approaching.
Several people wearing transparent bubble headgear and comically resembling spacesuits, yet exuding a sense of prestige, sat on the backs of tall slaves, as if riding in a living palanquin.
There were a large number of guards in white uniforms, looking tense.
Wherever they went, it was like a plague.
Without exception, everyone on the street, whether vendors, tourists, or local residents, knelt down in unison, like harvested wheat.
The civilians pressed their foreheads to the ground, trembling all over, not daring to make the slightest sound, as if even breathing heavily would be a sin.
The bustling street fell silent instantly, with only the sounds of the Celestial Dragons' procession and the heavy breathing of the slaves remaining.
At that moment, a young child seemed to be frightened, and a simple wooden toy slipped from his hand and rolled into the middle of the street.
The child's mother was terrified and held him tightly, but the child, looking at his beloved toy, instinctively broke free from his mother's grasp and ran over to pick it up.
"You lowly wretch! How dare you stand in front of Saint Charlos!" said the Celestial Dragon Saint Charlos, who was leading the group and had a runny nose and a vacant look in his eyes.
Without even thinking, he pulled out a finely crafted pistol and aimed it at the harmless child!
"No! My child!!" The mother screamed in anguish, trying to rush forward, but was held down by the guards around her.
boom!
Gunshots rang out!
But just as the bullet was about to hit the child, the child's figure seemed to blur for a moment and then vanished into thin air!
"Hmm? What?" Charles Saint rubbed his eyes, seemingly confused.
The surrounding guards immediately tensed up, looking around as if they suspected an assassin.
"Forget it, he was just a lowly commoner. If he's dead, he's dead. He's lucky he's still alive," another Celestial Dragon urged impatiently.
"Hurry to the auction house, I heard there are some good new items today."
Saint Charles muttered a few words but didn't pay much attention. The procession continued, leaving behind a throng of kneeling, trembling people and the mother who was almost fainting.
High above, Yang Jian slowly opened his palm, and the terrified child sat blankly in his lap.
He just saved the child at a speed that was imperceptible to the naked eye.
At this moment, Yang Jian's heavenly eyes, which had seen through all illusions, were filled with icy rage.
He finally understood Taikoubou's assessment of these Celestial Dragons: cruel, inhumane, utterly foolish! They treated human life like dirt!
His gaze returned to the entrance of the auction house.
Jinbe remained standing there like a rock, showing no sign of backing down despite the arrival of the Celestial Dragons.
His broad back stood out so strikingly and resolutely among the kneeling crowd.
His face showed no fear, only a martyr-like calm and resolve.
Even with the imminent arrival of the navy, even in the face of the tyranny of the world's nobles, he will stand here to seek justice for his enslaved compatriots, even if this action will push him into an abyss of no return!
He wanted the whole world to see what kind of situation the Fish-Men faced after losing the protection of the Seven Warlords of the Sea!
Meanwhile, the Celestial Dragons' forces are getting closer and closer, and their disgusting arrogance and ignorance are about to clash head-on with Jinbe's steadfastness.