Pirate's Copy

Moen looked at the paper in his hand with unclear eyes.

Robin stood beside him, his head lowered, trying not to recall what he had just translated.

To Moen's expectation, the historical text hidden outside Juba was not the chronicle historical text guarded by the royal family of Alabasta.

More like...

Kind of, readme?

【He appears.

Like a shadow, it controls space, time, and everything in the world.

The body buried in the haze is like a god, standing high above.

I see it clearly.

His appearance is changing.

The pervasive haze became distorted, causing everyone to fear, fear of things that did not exist in their hearts.

His appearance changed and my fear disappeared.

He once again returned to being invisible in the haze, and I felt myself begin to change.

But there is no change.

My body started to turn black, but not black.

Every time the mind turns, the body seems to transform.

I stood in front of everyone.

I became a haze. 】

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Conso Island is a small island located on the fourth line of the Grand Line and very close to the Shampoo Islands. There is a small town on it. Because it is too small, pirates will basically not come to plunder it.

Nico Robin stood on the shore, looking at the boat in front of her and the golden light that had gone away.

"Really, just throw it away after use." Robin shook his head, facing the sea that he was already familiar with, and took a few deep breaths of the fishy sea breeze.

"The future depends only on you."

"Dazzling flowers!"

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Naval Headquarters, Marinevando.

Three warships with somewhat damaged appearances sailed into the Port of Justice.

Looking at the dense crowd of guards and the word "Navy" like a mountain, Kobra stood on the bow deck and felt very emotional.

If the King's Army of Alabasta is so powerful, then one Crocodile will not be able to stir up any trouble.

Under the guidance of a second lieutenant, Cobra, Vivi and Bell bid farewell to Morn and the others and headed to the waiting room. CP had already arrived.

Moen narrowed his eyes as he watched Kobra's retreating figure.

"We still need to have a good relationship with him. If it is true, then Alabasta will definitely be an indispensable fighting force in the future!"

Muttering, Moen watched Ain and the others press Crocodile off the ship.

Impelton's jailers have prepared a ship, and as soon as Crocodile sets foot at the port of Malinfando, he will be taken away to the underwater prison.

What awaits this Shichibukai is imprisonment for endless time in the future.

"Let's go, Moen, let's go to Warring States first." Zefa walked over and said to Moen.

Moen nodded, finally going to see the marshal of the Royal Navy.

Once upon a time, he had only seen that figure in the crack of the door.

How much weight does the word justice carry in that person's heart?

The corner of Moen's mouth raised slightly, "If that person knew the truth about the world, would he still say the words "justice reigns in the world"?

Office of the Admiral, Headquarters of the Navy.

"Come in."

Zefa knocked on the door, and the Warring States Marshal inside put down the documents in his hands, put on his glasses and spoke.

"Haha, Zefa is back."

As soon as Zefa entered the door, he saw a slovenly Garp stuffing cookies into his mouth. Needless to say, this was definitely a private collection used by the Warring States Period to pass the time.

"Marshal of the Warring States Period! Lieutenant General Garp!" Moen stood up straight and respectfully saluted the military salute with a very correct attitude.

"Yeah." A trace of relief flashed in Zhan Guo's eyes.

What a good seedling!

Not only is the talent great, but more importantly, the attitude is great!

Much better than those problem guys!

"Haha, boy Morn, I heard that the sand crocodile didn't take many moves in your hands. You did a good job!" Garp opened his mouth and spit out a lot of cookie residue.

Moen didn't pay any attention to Garp's actions, and looked at Warring States sitting on the marshal's throne with a very serious expression.

"Commodore Moen, I'm glad to see you. As a naval marshal, I am very pleased to see a genius like you who firmly believes in his own justice in the navy." Warring States stood up and looked at Moen with very satisfied eyes.

"Your merits have been recorded in the Navy's military merit book. Now, I officially confer you a title. Commodore Moen, congratulations on becoming a rear admiral of the Navy Headquarters. I hope you can carry out justice on the sea!"

Warring States picked up the major general's rank epaulette that was placed on his desk, strolled up to Moen, and personally changed Moen's rank with a serious expression.

"Everything is for justice!" Moen raised his hand in salute.

[Ding, the main mission (3) is completed, and you will receive the reward: Re-engraving Power*1, Overlord Color and Dominance (Entry). 】

Moen only felt that his head was empty, as if something was broken, his whole body trembled, and his mind was different.

"Huh?" Garp, who was sitting on the sofa, stared at him for a moment, then relaxed his body and continued to eat the biscuits mindlessly, even choking.

Warring States glanced at the hob meat unhappily, and looked at Moen in surprise.

"Overlord Color Haki, will you awaken your Overlord Color when you are officially awarded the title? Another monster."

There was a smile on the corner of Sengoku's mouth. How could he, who also had the domineering look of a king, not feel the weak but inviolable power hidden in Morn's body.

The king's power is not to fight against the invincible strong, but to frighten those subjects.

Zefa looked at his disciple, his eyes filled with relief.

Hiss~

Garp finished eating all the biscuits and opened another pack of senbei. "By the way, Zefa, didn't Morn break your crusher? Shouldn't you ask the scientific research team to build another one for you?"

Warring States also looked at Zefa's severed arm, a look of guilt appeared in his eyes, and then he hid his eyes deeply.

"I will send a notice to the Naval Scientific Research Corps. They all know the model of the crusher anyway. Just wait until it is ready and send it over."

Sengoku walked back to his desk and pinched the bridge of his nose with two fingers.

Zefa didn't care. Broken arms would not affect his normal life anyway. Of course, it would be better if he could have two hands.

Moen didn't answer. He had already thought of a good way to restore Zefa's broken arm, but he couldn't say it now.

This may involve a certain Devil Fruit user who has not yet appeared.

"Next, Zefa, your application..." Warring States raised his head and looked at Zefa with very complicated eyes.

"Wu Laoxing, I agree."

Zefa breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Warring States with a relieved smile, "That's for sure. It's impossible for the Five Old Stars to refuse, right?"

Warring States took out the signed documents.

"About the change of the direct commander of the Pirate Guerrilla Force. 》

"Major General Moen, starting from today, you will become the supreme commander of this pirate guerrilla group. I hope you can cool down this crazy sea!"

"Everything is for justice!"

With a serious face, Moen took the appointment document from Warring States hands.

The supreme commander of the Pirate Guerrilla Force, Morn, Rear Admiral!

Pirate guerrilla adjutant, Ain, Navy Captain!

Pirate guerrilla adjutant, Shuzo, Commodore!

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One major general, one brigadier general, one colonel, ten majors, and one hundred ensigns!

This is the Pirate Guerrilla!

There is no miscellaneous soldier, UU reads www.uukanshu． net A powerful team composed entirely of lieutenants!

Everyone is a student who grew up under Zefa, and they are all elites of the navy!

Moen closed the document in his hand and began to figure out how to use this force.

In the original book, Zefa led this army to clean up pirates all over the Grand Line, which Morn thought was irrational.

How big is the Grand Line?

Not to mention the new world, there are seven routes in the park alone!

The number of pirates who enter the Grand Line from all over the world every year can be counted in the millions, but only tens of thousands of them survive.

Those who have contact with the navy are just a few waves in this wave. Most of them are wanted after killing civilians, and then hide in the sea and disappear without a trace.

Pirate guerrillas, like pirates, need to contend with the weird weather of the Grand Line, various diseases, and various accidents.

Without a clear purpose, it is like a piece of loose sand, unable to become a powerful force at all.

"Marshal Warring States, can I go gather this army?" Moen asked.

Warring States nodded, there is nothing more to do with Morn here.

In the final analysis, Moen is just a major general with strong combat effectiveness, and his status is quite embarrassing.

Moen saluted Zefa, Warring States, and Garp before leaving the marshal's office.

As he left, Moen could clearly hear Karp's hearty laughter.

"Ain, assemble the pirate guerrillas. We are not here during this period, and those guys must be rusty! Let them stretch their muscles!"

"Yes, sir!"

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