Pirates: The Strongest Vice Admiral In History

On the back mountain of the G5 base, Dylan is sitting on the edge of a cliff.

The titan warrior Salpa D. Oblon sat beside him.

"What is your purpose of joining G5?"

Facing the sea breeze, Dylan's long white hair slowly fluttered, but his eyes kept looking into the distance.

"It's following the orders of my good friend—Prince Albaf 'Loki'."

"Rocky..."

The prince of this generation is indeed called Rocky, and in my impression he is a few years younger than Linlin. The year Linlin destroyed the House of Lamb happened to be Rocky was born.

"Yes, the prince said, the time agreed between Joey Boi and the 'All Races' is coming. Although Al Buff doesn't need to make a choice, someone needs to witness this moment."

Sure enough, the strongest country - Al Buff, had also concluded an "agreement" with Joey Poy, but out of confidence in their own strength, they didn't seem to plan to choose either side this time.

"So Helding chose to go to sea to become a pirate, and you chose to join Marine? Isn't that right? You are D, shouldn't you join the pirate camp?"

Oberon shook his head: "This is arranged by the prince, he said that I no longer need to bear the promise of D."

Dylan thought for a while after hearing the words. It seems that after eight hundred years of waiting, many ethnic groups have lost confidence and patience. It is estimated that except for isolated places like Zou and Wanokuni, other people may not have no idea of ​​jumping back.

"I have a question... How many factions are Al Buff divided into now? Three? Or more?"

Oberon looked at Dylan in surprise.

How did he know that Al Bhav was in a split?

Dylan turned his head and glanced at him: "It's just speculation, why? Is it convenient to say?"

Oberon waved his hand: "That's not true. In fact, as you said, Al Baf is currently divided. Each village has its own position, but it can be roughly divided into three categories."

"The first category thinks that you should stick to your promise and wait for Joey Poey to come back and continue to follow him."

"The second group thinks that after one failure, we should all fall back on the world government."

"Third..." Oberon hesitated:

"The third category believes that Al Bhaf is strong enough to not need to rely on any other party. With our natural danger and strength, we are sufficient to maintain the inheritance of the race."

it is as expected······

It seems that the Titan family is not peaceful either.

"What about Loki's position?"

Oberon looked into the distance, as if recalling something from the past: "The prince does not lean towards any side, he supports us in making our own choices."

"Huh? No thought of reunifying Al Bhaf?"

Oberon fell silent. In fact, he couldn't understand the prince's meaning at all.

Dylan folded his hands in thought.

Titans, their population should be very small, although they also have big moves like Hakoku and Bahai.

But the upper limit of population and the upper limit of strength determine many things.

A few-year-old Linlin kills "Waterfall Beard" Jorul in a flash, and a young Kuzan kills Saul in a flash.

This all shows their shortcomings in combat power.

Clearing up miscellaneous soldiers and destroying are very strong, but the master duel seems almost meaningless.

"Since Loki asked you to be a witness, I won't stop you, but if you join G5, you must obey G5's orders, understand?"

"clear."

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After returning to the fortress, Dylan did not go back to the office directly, but came to the living room next to him.

Kaka! Kaka!

An old man with white hair was sitting inside, throwing senbei into his mouth.

Seeing Dylan walk in, he took a sip of his tea and resumed eating.

Seeing that he didn't intend to stop, Dylan said to Nuo Qigao next to him: "Go and buy senbei for the big inspector, buy a car... no... buy a boat! After buying it, feed it yourself The young master eats cakes!"

Nuo Qigao responded with a strange expression, then turned and walked out.

"Hey, one boat is too much, and I'm not Garp."

Dylan sat with his feet crossed across from Sengoku: "What are you doing here? Don't be afraid that I will kick you out, you will lose face like that."

Sengoku laughed: "I'm just a retired old man, what face do I want?"

"Humph."

Dylan snorted coldly, this old ghost has exhausted all the politician's means in the position of marshal.

Seeing that Dylan wasn't enthusiastic Sengoku put down the senbei in his hand.

"Dylan..."

"No need for apologies, Sengoku. We all have our own paths, just remember that you are a Marine."

"Ah... I always have been."

Sengoku also regained his usual demeanor. He stared at Dylan and asked slowly: "But I don't understand. At the beginning, you asked your 07 troops to secretly take the video bug in the hand of 'Buggy the Clown', and played it at the last moment. Whitebeard's 'last words', what is the purpose of doing so?"

Dylan had switched feet, and of course he didn't think that this kind of thing could be hidden from Sengoku.

"Then why don't you stop it? You hit the big Buddha, let alone the image worm, the ants in that area can die completely, right?"

Hearing Dylan's malicious teasing, Sengoku struggled a bit.

"Garp... After that war, his reputation was almost cut in half. Although everyone can understand him, many people can't accept what he did at the time, especially what he was going to do to Sakazuki."

"So I was pushed out and replaced Garp as the 'Greatest Vice Admiral Ever'?"

Sengoku nodded, not denying Dylan's statement.

"Young people need goals and leaders. This is why I didn't reveal it at the time. But I still want to ask today, what are you going to do?"

"How to do it?"

Dylan glanced at Sengoku, the old man's expression had never been so serious and serious.

Not even when he faced Whitebeard during the war, even when Whitebeard had already rushed to the bottom of the scaffold, he had never seen this look.

After thinking for a moment, Dylan looked up and met Sengoku's eyes.

"Do you remember what I said when I erected the plaque?"

"Ah... you said, stop fighting with weapons, eradicate evil, and welcome peace."

"That's not my real goal," Dylan leaned forward slightly: "Actually, that plaque should read—'Equal Justice'!"

There wasn't much surprise on Sengoku's face, and Dylan even felt a slight smile on his lips.

"Sure enough!"

Sengoku fell silent after saying that, but Dylan didn't take his eyes off him.

The air fell into silence, and after a while, Sengoku smiled sarcastically: "It seems that you are waiting for my answer."

Dylan's expression remained unchanged, but his tone was exceptionally calm: "Since you came to me for an answer, your answer must have been prepared in advance."

There is a light on Sengoku's glasses:

"I'm not sure if I can really do anything for you, but there is one thing I can answer!"

Sengoku looked at the young man in front of him who looked so calm that he was a little uneasy, and said slowly:

"When necessary...I'll stop Garp for you!"