Immortal Journey

"Hmph, do you think the government won't know if you hide the things?" Spandain snorted coldly, lifted Olvia who was seriously injured at her feet, and grabbed her hair to force her to look up.

"This woman came from O'Hara. As long as her identity can be confirmed, I can still convict you." Spandain's words made the scholars present turn pale.

Only Robin stared at the woman lying on the ground in a daze.

Her mother left when she was two years old, she couldn't remember what she looked like, but the white-haired woman in front of her made her feel very familiar.

Immediately afterwards, the people from cp9 approached Spandine's ear, saying that they had found the historical text.

It turned out that the agents of cp9 discovered that the ground soil was of varying degrees of softness, and thus discovered the historical texts and related research materials buried deep underground.

There is no way for Immortal to bury all the evidence in such a short period of time, it is just a little delay, and now it seems that this time has become useless.

"O'Hara has gathered the most and the best archaeologists in the world...Think about it, you archaeologists have been wiped out by the world government because of your research on historical texts."

"Then other people who want to study must carefully consider whether they have the guts to be an enemy of the government..."

"They have been sentenced to death, report to Wu Laoxing."

Dr. Clover: "Let me and Wulaoxing talk in person."

They didn't agree, and the more Dr. Clover said, the more shocked Wu Laoxing was.

They didn't expect O'Hara to interpret that blank history so much.

"O'Hara...knows too much!" Wulaoxing roared against Dr. Clover's livid face.

Immortality is getting farther and farther away from O'Hara.

As long as he stayed away from O'Hara, it would give the scholars an extra guarantee of safety.

As he struggled to swim forward, the sound of the explosion and the heat behind his head hit him, and he flipped several times in the sea before stopping.

Why is there the sound of shelling?

Undead turned into a sea king to stabilize his body, looked back at O'Hara, and was stunned.

I saw flames everywhere on the island, thick smoke billowed from the "Tree of Omniscience", and sporadic flames flickered vaguely. Several warships surrounded the island and fired shells continuously.

"Why is that?"

Obviously, the enemy's butcher's knife fell on those scholars without hesitation, and they even wanted to burn the O'Hara Library, the largest library in the world.

It is the most extreme measure of the powerful, the domination Roger hates the most, and the unilateral massacre of the weak by the strong.

Not dead hindsight.

Immortal meets Robin outside the library, and the little girl hugs her mother she hasn't seen in years.

"Robin, this is my gift for you..."

Seeing Robin bid farewell to his mother, Immortal leaned over and quickly stuffed Robin with something, "This is the seed of Xiaozhi...It was originally to celebrate you becoming an archaeologist."

Xiaozhi's seed?

Scholars in the research institute all know that the little knowledge that Bushi speaks of is the "tree of omniscience" here.

Robin clenched his hands tightly upon hearing the words.

"Robin, this is O'Hara's hope!" Immortal held the girl's hand.

"Saulo, take Robin away!" Olvia roared, and the giant held the little girl in his palm, and ran quickly towards the coast.

The "seed" left with the "seed". If she can meet the suitable soil, she will be able to take root and grow into a towering giant tree.

After seeing off Robin, Immortal stood in front of the library again, with a white-haired woman beside him.

This woman has exactly the same double pupils as Robin, and it is estimated that Robin will look like this when he grows up in a few years.

"You are Robin's mother, Olvia." Immortal said firmly, "You... are their heroes."

The white-haired woman laughed at herself, "What a hero, I'm just an insignificant sinner...Are you also a scholar?"

Immortal looked at O'Hara's library: "Yes, I am a scholar, I am an archaeologist in O'Hara."

The "Tree of Omniscience" is burning.

Because the library is full of books, fire protection is the top priority of daily maintenance. Dr. Clover often personally supervises the various fire prevention facilities here.

They dug an artificial lake next to the tree so that even if there was a fire, they could put it out in time.

But the fire was too big, and there was more than one fire point, and the library itself was the interior of the Tree of Omniscience, made entirely of wood.

Instead of fleeing, O'Hara's scholars returned to fight the fire.But the flames spread too fast, and they had to find another way.

"Throw all the books into the lake!"

"Better wet than burned!"

"Even if it's just a book, even a chapter or even a paragraph."

Loud voices, chaotic voices, painful voices, and sad voices.

Undead's ears were filled with that painful voice, and he wanted to curl up to resist those crazy emotions, but he couldn't stop.

The flame that used the book as fuel engulfed him, and he turned around, but there was no hope.

"This is a disaster in human history." Dr. Clover sat slumped in the flames.

Undead rushed into the sea of ​​fire, and there were fire-fighting scholars everywhere. Finally, he found Dr. Clover in the middle of the sea of ​​fire. The latter had lost all hope in his eyes.

5000 years.

The "tree of omniscience" has grown for 5000 years.

Their ancestors spent countless time and money building this library, and sent books from all over the place here continuously.

Because it has the best protection measures, because it has the best scholars, and because it has the truth seekers who respect history most.

Now, everything is destroyed.

Is human history going to be like this?

Dr. Clover's eyes were cloudy with tears.

Years of accumulation have been destroyed, and no one here is innocent.

One after another, they were thrown into the lake outside the window one after another.

"Doctor, listen to me, I have already copied all the books." Immortal stopped Dr. Clover, "The books here are okay, I have already..."

"Undead..." Dr. Clover blinked.

Undead conjures a book he once copied.

Dr. Clover's eyes instantly ignited like flames, and Immortal couldn't tell if it was a real flame or the last hope in the other party's heart was burning.

He held Immortal's shoulders, as if grabbing the last piece of driftwood in the water, "Immortal! You must pass on these books..."

Blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and Immortal hurriedly covered his wound, because a few bullets had shot into his body just now, and his already weak body was completely devastated now.

"I am a doctor, no, this body is a doctor, I can save you, I can save you!"

Dr. Clover seems to have returned to the light, and slowly calmed down: "I don't die, I know I can't do it...I don't die, remember what I said when I awarded you the scholar badge?"

"I know, I know...we scholars...we must always keep in mind: the so-called [knowledge] is [the past]."

Dr. Clover half-closed his eyes, and he was holding on to the sleeve of Undead tightly.

"This library gathers top scholars from all over the world, and there are countless books..."

Tears fell down Undead's cheeks, dripping on Dr. Clover's gradually stiff skin.

"There is no mystery in history that we cannot solve as long as... we study these books with great concentration."

"We want to be proud of archaeology, and in the future... make a contribution to the world."

Navy and government officials stood at the door of the library.

None of the scholars escaped, they were all salvaging the books in the library.

The "Tree of Omniscience" fell with a painful sound. The 5000-year-old tree did not die according to the normal laws of nature, but collapsed because of the selfish desires of the greedy and powerful.

Together with the preservation of human history for many years, it disappeared into the artillery fire.

Books storing knowledge and the past flew down from the burning flames, and the burned ashes scattered in all directions.

Scholars have no time to grieve, but throw all their books into the lake.

A scholar's whole body started to catch fire, and he couldn't continue to rescue the books, but he was not reconciled, and rushed out of the library with burning flames all over his body.

The burned vocal cords could only hiss and hiss, like a beast.

He ran a few steps, and fell heavily on the ground, his eyes were wide and round, surprisingly bright in the firelight, as if accusing them of their crimes, and asking, "Why?"

Why kill them all?Why bury the history of 800 years ago?Why burn the history of mankind?Why...not let the real history come to light?

A sailor looked away impatiently.

His companion patted him on the shoulder with a serious face, "They are sinners and broke the law, there is no need to sympathize with them."

But no one would remain indifferent to the human tragedy before them.

The soldiers who came to encircle the survivors watched helplessly as the "Tree of Omniscient" collapsed, revealing the half-burned interior of the library.

The flustered scholars were still in a hurry to save the unburned books. A white-haired boy stood quietly in the middle, with his back to the navy, holding an old man whose voice was fading away in his arms.

Dr. Clover is dead, as is the scholar.

Immortal stood in the flickering flames, as if he had sensed the sight of the enemy, his complexion was deep, and his eyelashes curled up in sad arcs when they drooped.

He turned to face the approaching navy soldiers and government officials.

"That boy is... the crew of One Piece, "Pan the Immortal God"!"

"Why is he here?"

"I heard that he will never die, is it true?"

Guns and cannon fire greeted Undead without hesitation. Several holes were cut in his body, and he fell backwards with his strength.

In the flames, the boy's flesh rolled, and the aroma from the burnt flesh lingered at the tip of his nose. It was a body of his own kind that was burning.

Everything in the world was blurred, and then it was complete darkness, and everything was spinning together.

His hair and eyelashes smelled burnt, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw countless indistinct shadows.

It was Byun Hyun who lent him his eyes again.

Immortal saw in the firelight that the souls of many people were dancing around him.

He heard countless voices saying: "Don't die, live!"

"Where's that guy's body?"

"The body was not found, as if it disappeared out of thin air."

Injured by gunfire and slandered by gossip.

O'Hara, once prosperous and the capital of archaeology, just disappeared from this world.

Immortal also disappeared.