Pirate's Swordsman

It was a face of a middle-aged man with a masculine temperament, with a thick black mustache, some scars on his face, and tiredness and weakness between his brows and eyes.

"Hey, this guy..."

A young reporter from a local tabloid suddenly widened his eyes and couldn't help but exclaimed, "It seems to be the base commander of the G-5 branch, Lieutenant General Stirres?"

"Yes, it's him."

An older reporter next to him pushed up the green-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, his eyes full of excitement, "Stierres, the four prisoners... So, the three people in front should be the other three who were imprisoned. A lieutenant general!"

"Probably not running away."

Another bald reporter kept staring at the big screen, "I didn't expect that the live broadcast started from the prison. I don't know what the situation is like outside. Is there a fight between the two sides..."

Bang!

Almost at the moment he finished speaking, in the live broadcast, the iron door of the prison in front was suddenly opened, and the dazzling sunlight shone in, dispelling the darkness and dampness in the corridor.

"go!"

"Come on!"

The four vice-admirals who had become prisoners were roughly escorted and driven staggering all the way to the iron gate.

The camera followed closely behind them. As the last lieutenant general stepped out of the iron gate, the light changed instantly, and the world outside the prison was immediately fully displayed in front of everyone.

Chilling, cold.

This is the outside world, the first impression it brings to everyone in front of the screen.

Everywhere he looked, there were murderous but silent pirates, gathering together in a dark mass, in order, but with a terrifying aura like dark clouds looming over the city.

"Those are the pirate flags of the Heart Pirates and the Spade Pirates!"

The open space in front of the big screen suddenly became noisy. Both reporters and ordinary onlookers were in an uproar at this moment, pointing at the pictures that flashed through the camera.

"I also saw the pirate flag of the Giant Pirates. There are so many giant warriors over there!"

"There is also the flag of the Hayate Pirates Headquarters! This...how many people are there?"

"I guess... there must be at least 40,000 to 50,000 people. This is the first time I have seen so many pirates. God..."

……

Passing through the long and narrow gap, the four lieutenant general prisoners were escorted up the stairs to the execution platform, which was more than a hundred meters high. The pirates along the way cast indifferent and mocking glances, but no one said anything. Even a word.

The atmosphere around the execution platform was still eerily silent.

Eight tall and strong executioners were in place, one on the left and the other on the left and right. After the four lieutenant generals who had become prisoners arrived, the four executioners on the right showed a sinister smile at the same time, suddenly stretched out their right legs, and kicked them hard.

Boom!

Under the huge force, the four lieutenant generals knelt down on the ground at the same time. They showed signs of humiliation and unwillingness, and subconsciously wanted to stand up and resist, but a heavier kick followed, completely crushing them. this idea.

The camera was raised at this time, shooting into the distance.

Between the changes of light and shadow, under the blue sky, the towering fortress walls stood tall, and the huge and terrifying forts were arranged in formation, clearly falling into the sight of the world.

And on the other side of the distant sea level, you can still faintly see through the thin mist, you can see the endless naval fleet, with white sails fluttering in the wind, and white seagulls flying over the empty space.

But the atmosphere on the sea was so heavy that it almost stopped time, passing through the limitations of the screen and space, making everyone who witnessed this scene breathe a little heavier.

"With so many warships, they are almost the elite force of the entire navy headquarters, right?"

"Almost, I heard that in addition to Marshal Sengoku, the three most powerful generals of the navy have also been dispatched..."

"After all, the opponent is that man among the four emperors..."

Amidst the bursts of sighs, the picture on the screen suddenly changed again, and the camera turned, crossing the black pirate army and cutting to the wide high platform behind the square.

On the high marble table, sixteen chairs were lined up, and there were people sitting on every seat. When the camera bug passed by them, it deliberately lingered on each person's face for a while.

Ace crossed his legs, casually holding his orange cowboy hat, leaning on the backrest;

With a smile on his lips, Luo looked up lazily and looked at the camera for a second;

Daniel and Rose were seated next to each other. They were sitting upright, their auras as sharp and sharp as the accessories on their waists;

Cavendish ignored the camera lens in the sky and kept his head slightly lowered, sniffing the rose in his hand with a calm expression;

And near the center, Fujitora's eyes were closed, his face expressionless, and his arms were holding the sword in front of his chest. The old spirit was at ease, as if he was meditating in meditation.

…………

Sixteen seats, sixteen people.

Each one of them is a high-ranking cadre under the Gale Fleet, and they are all the top combat power in the Imperial Regiment.

After two years of ups and downs, among these sixteen people, even the one with the lowest reward has reached the terrifying 400 million beli, which is enough to become the overlord of one side in the first half of the Grand Line.

Under their command, the towering execution platform and the naval fleet in the distance seemed to be separated by an abyss. Getting from one shore to the other was like crossing a natural chasm, and it was extremely difficult.

Above the sixteen seats, there is a higher stone platform, the sunlight just falls on it, and the tall empty seat in the center is even more mysterious and majestic.

Da da da……

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared from the mist behind and came towards the front.

The camera focused away, and the line of sight gradually became clearer. The figure that appeared was tall and tall, about 2.35 meters tall, with a handsome appearance, and his black pupils were like the deep night, hiding thousands of stars.

The aura on his body was as deep as the sea, unfathomable, and he wore a black cloak embroidered with azure patterns on his back. It was fluttering gently in the mist with the sea breeze blowing from the harbor.

Facing the morning light that bathed him all over his body, and in the midst of everyone's attention, he climbed onto the high platform, and came to the tall throne with a calm expression. He slowly sat down, his eyes lowered, and he looked down at the sea in the distance.

No one spoke, no one roared, the whole square was still silent, but at this moment, countless people's eyes were focused on the throne, and everyone looked at the man with an unconcealable expression in their eyes. A look of excitement and admiration.

Because at this moment, the person on the throne is their backbone in this unprecedented war, the only one in their hearts... [Emperor]!

He reigns over the new world like an emperor and is recognized by the world as one of the Four Emperors.

The world's greatest swordsman.

With a bounty of 4.75 billion Baileys on his head, he is regarded by the World Government as the most powerful enemy with unlimited threats.

The swift swordsman, Xia Nuo!