Samsara Paradise: Dream Weaver of Connections

"Let's go."

Hawkeye's voice broke through Shanks and Ben Beckman's playfulness.

He stood up from the chair and unconsciously grasped the handle of Hei Daoye's knife with his right hand.

Shanks and Ben Beckman immediately stopped fighting. Shanks pulled away Ben Beckman's right hand that was holding his face and asked doubtfully: "What's wrong? Is there something urgent?"

"I'll go with you this time."

"Um?"

"I can feel that I might meet some interesting people on this trip."

After Hawkeye said those words, the black knife in his hand began to tremble slightly, as if responding to some unknown inspiration.

Shanks knew Hawkeye's character well, and he was not someone who would easily say unfounded things.

After practicing the Haki of Seeing and Hearing to the extreme, it will give rise to amazing abilities such as listening to all things and predicting the future.

Although Hawkeye's vision has not yet reached the pinnacle, it is not far away.

Hawkeye must have felt something, so he said these words.

"Interesting. It seems like that old man from the Warring States Period really knew something."

Shanks smiled. After seeing Shanks's appearance, Ben Beckman realized that Shanks must have become serious, so he said nothing.

"Ben, gather the crew, target, Navy Headquarters." Shanks ordered.

"Yes." Ben Beckman responded concisely and forcefully, and then began to execute the order.

At the same time, similar conversations echoed among the major forces.

Forces such as Whitebeard, Blackbeard, Kaido, Big Mom, and the Revolutionary Army are all discussing how to deal with the navy's abnormal behavior.

The entire sea became extremely quiet at this moment, as if even the waves held their breath.

Ordinary pirates also noticed this chilling atmosphere and chose to stay ashore to take shelter and wait for the storm to come.

They knew that this coming storm was not something they could participate in.

This unprecedented silence is more like the calm before the storm.

All the major forces are secretly making arrangements to prepare for the next changes.

Holy Land Marie Gioia.

At this moment, Wulaoxing is discussing the recent events in the sea in the conference room. The recent behavior of the Warring States Period has made Wulaoxing a little alert.

You know, what Wulaoxing needs is balance. The Warring States Period's act of convening all the elite navy will obviously break Wulaoxing's plan, so a few people convened this meeting.

"The Navy has become more and more aggressive recently. It seems that the Navy's military expenditures must be reduced next year, otherwise the Navy may forget who its master is."

Zambaron V. Nashouro Sage was sitting on a velvet chair nearby, concentrating on wiping the first-generation ghost in his hand.

This famous sword that has lasted for hundreds of years is still extremely sharp, its light can be discerned, and it seems to contain endless killing intent.

Under the light, the first-generation ghost exudes a faint blood-colored light, seeming to express its desire for blood.

"I agree, this guy Seng Guo should not have been allowed to take office in the first place. Since Seng Guo became the marshal of the navy, our right to speak over the navy has become weaker and weaker. We must learn from this lesson next time the marshal is replaced."

The speaker is Topman Woqiulisheng, the legal warrior god among the Five Old Stars, who is in charge of the legal affairs of the world government. "Okay, now is not the time to say these words." Shepard Ten Peter, the god of agriculture and martial arts, came out to smooth things over.

"I suggest calling Warring States over and asking him what he plans to do? Has there been any news from the CP organization recently?"

Markus Mars, the environmental warrior god, stood by the window, staring at the Celestial Dragons beating slaves below.

The slave seemed to have accidentally dripped sweat on the ground while crawling on the road, and was stepped on by the Celestial Dragon. The angry Celestial Dragon wanted to shoot the slave on the spot.

After a gunshot, a hole the size of a finger appeared on the slave's head. The body fell heavily, and the blood stained the white floor tiles of Mariejoia red.

The surrounding slaves looked at this tragic scene with expressionless faces, as if they were used to such a fate.

In Marijoa, they are deprived of basic human rights and are treated as goods to be disposed of at will by the Draco.

As long as it can please the Tianlong people, even if all the slaves are killed in the next second, no one will say anything.

Seeing this scene, Saint Markas Mars withdrew his gaze and focused again on the meeting in front of him.

"The CP organization has been busy recently with the matter that Mr. Im told him, and there is no news yet." Shepard 10. Peter Saint, the God of Agriculture and Martial Arts, opened his eyes that had been closed.

After hearing the four words of Master Yimu, the other four people all chose to remain silent.

"In this case, let's summon Sengoku to Mariejoia for questioning. If Sengoku is really preparing to launch a war, then we must stop Sengoku's behavior. The current balance cannot be broken yet." Zambaron V. After Nasthurang Saint finished speaking, he looked at the other four people. The other four people did not object and agreed with Zambalong V. Nasthurang Saint's behavior.

Ten minutes later, the phone in Sengoku's office suddenly rang.

Warring States originally planned to hang up the phone, but the moment he found the phone bug, a trace of disgust immediately appeared on his face.

He clearly knows that this exclusive phone bug from CP0 brings bad news every time.

Warring States adjusted slightly, cleared his throat, and answered the phone: "Hello, I'm Warring States. What are your orders?"

A wretched expression appeared on the Den Den Mushi, and an order came: "Zhan Guo, the Five Elders have something to ask you, go to Marijoa immediately." As soon as the voice fell, the phone was hung up.

Zhan Guo was not surprised by this. He sighed, knowing that his recent behavior had attracted the attention of the Five Elders.

He understood that this trip to Marijoa was inevitable, and he might face questioning or blame from the Five Elders.

"Where is Garp? Where did Garp die?"

Zhan Guo thought about it and decided that he couldn't let himself go alone to be disgusted, and he had to take the old guy Garp with him.

On the other side, the Golden Lion was now fully engaged in his sword training in the square of the base.

The sun shone on his golden hair, making him look more majestic and domineering, like a real golden lion showing off his strength.

He swung the long sword in his hand, and every swing of the sword was fierce.

The sword light was like lightning, as if it could cut through the sky, and suddenly slashed from the center of the island to the edge, as if it was going to split the entire island in two.

The sharp blade light seemed to condense all the light, making people dare not look directly at it.

With each swing of the sword by the Golden Lion, a deep crack would be left on the ground, as if witnessing his power.

Wherever the blade light passed, animals died, and the forest was instantly destroyed and turned into powder.

Those towering trees that once stood tall and unshattered seemed so fragile in front of this sword energy. Whether it was the hard trunks or the lush leaves, they could not withstand the sharp blade light and could only shatter.

At this moment, the Golden Lion was like an invincible overlord, using his sword skills to interpret what true power is.