Broken swords and spears were rammed into the ground.
Bloody corpses, shattered into the soil.
The smoke of gunpowder was everywhere and the sky was gloomy.
They don't know when, but the drizzle fell down in the cold wind.
The cold rain hit their face, wetting everyone's shirts, their military uniforms, and the soil and the ground.
The blood of the corpse gathered into a pool of blood in the rain and turned into a blood-red stream.
Zephyr stood motionless in the wind and rain but a cheerful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Blood slid down his forehead, clouding his vision and making everything in front of him blurred.
His eyes suddenly became trance.
The floodgates of memory seemed to have been swept away by the flood.
Countless memories flashed by.
A series of voices sounded like a dream in my ears.
"Teacher Zephyr!! Let us protect you!!"
"Teacher Zephyr, we are willing to fight for you!!"
"Teacher Zephyr!! This time, we must achieve justice!!"
"Teacher Zephyr"
"Teacher Zephyr …."
A series of young and familiar voices slowly echoed in the deepest part of his mind.
What a familiar scene once, on that... island in the New World.
It's such a deadly battle.
In the end, he was the only one left.
He was also like now, standing among the corpses of countless comrades and subordinates, standing in the cold wind and rain, as stiff as a statue.
It's just that the last time he faced it, it was Kizaru, a navy admiral.
And this time, it was the three admirals and Fleet Admiral Akainu.
However, none of this matters anymore.
It really doesn't matter anymore.
Because this time, at least the old man saved Fishman Island, saved millions of civilians, and saved that old bastard like a rogue!
Thinking of this, Zephyr laughed even more wanton and happy.
The wind was fierce, the cold rain was rushing, and the world was so quiet that only the sound of rain and.
All navies were in no hurry.
Because everyone knows very well that a man was bound to die.
With nearly 100,000 navy elites and an admiral-level combat power, it was impossible for him to escape.
Moreover, anyone can easily see that Zephyr's body has been riddled with holes and has reached its peak.
Fujitora quietly stared at Zephyr not far away, sighing inexplicably in his heart.
He suddenly asked, "Mr. Zephyr, can this old man ask you a question?"
He used the honorific title, not... taboo.
He didn't care at all about his status as a hostile faction.
For nothing, just because the man in front of him, who was willing to sacrifice his life for the common people, deserves a "Mr."
Zephyr smiled and said, "Speak, Gentlemen."
Fujitora was stunned and said solemnly, "Why?"
"Golden Lion's suggestion just now was correct. You two supreme commanders, if you abandon Fishman Island, you can definitely break through."
"But you didn't do that."
"Can you tell the old man why?"
"Anyway, Liu Feng can resurrect everyone, can't he?"
Fujitora quietly looked at Zephyr's overly calm face and asked suspiciously.
Everyone was stunned and looked over.
It was as if they were waiting quietly for Zephyr's answer, which was also what they were wondering in their hearts.
Yes, although according to the intelligence of the highest command, Liu Feng had disappeared from Cake Island many days ago.
This was why the Navy dared to take such a risk to launch this war.
But Liu Feng was not dead and this was an inevitable fact.
As long as he was still alive, even if the navy really ruthlessly slaughtered everyone on Fishman Island, they can all be resurrected.
This kind of thing has happened once in Dressrosa.
Facing the innumerable staring gazes, Zephyr just said a few words.
A word that made everyone shudder.
"Some things, if you retreat once, there is no turning back."
Fujitora's whole body was struck by lightning and he involuntarily staggered back two steps.
It turns out that some things like this, if you retreat once, there will be no turning back.
This time you gave up those civilians to retreat for the sake of the war, which means there will be another time.
A dead person can be resurrected, but a dead heart is truly over.
Some people are born with inflexible spines.
You can call them stupid and you can call them idiots, but you have to admit their beliefs.
A man, for a lifetime, will carry out his will to the end. Isn't he handsome?
Fujitora fell silent.
His closed eyes stared blankly.
Zephyr's figure not far away, two lines of tears suddenly overflowed from the corners of his eyes.
He suddenly laughed.
"I see."
"I really hope that the old man's eyes were not blind. In this case, I can see what kind of man you are."
"—Black Arm Zephyr."
As he said that, he bowed deeply towards Zephyr and then with one hand he put the sharp-edged sword into its sheath.
"This battle, the old man will not fight."
After saying this, he turned around and left.