One Piece : I resurrected Gol D Roger! Chapter 398-400

Chapter 398 : Ten days is enough for me to wipe out the Blackbeard Pirates!

Dragon's words made Liu Feng fall into deep thought.

To be honest, he was not very optimistic about the Revolutionary Army's infiltration operation into the World Conference this time.

Putting aside the three admirals who had entered the holy land of Marijoa, the countless CP department members stationed in this holy land alone were enough to give them a headache.

Not to mention that there are many CP0 members with admiral-level combat power and "the strongest shield of the Celestial Dragons."

According to the original plot, the Chief of Staff of the Revolutionary Army, Sabo, and several commanders of the Revolutionary Army all participated in the infiltration operation of this World Conference.

They even fought with Green Bull and Fujitora in order to snatch "Bear," who was transformed into an unconscious robot slave.

Most importantly, Liu Feng did not think that the revolutionary army's declaration of war would have any substantial effect.

Declare war on the Celestial Dragons during the World Conference?

To some extent, this was simply the act of taking off your pants to fart.

Who in the whole world doesn't know that your Revolutionary Army wants to overthrow the rule of the World Government?

Was it still necessary to declare war?

Even if it was for the sake of reputation and the promotion of revolutionary ideas, it was not worth it for the cadres under his command to take such risks.

"So, what you mean is that you don't have enough high-end combat power, right?"

Liu Feng pondered his words and asked.

Dragon nodded with a wry smile.

He has been working hard for the revolutionary army for many years.

Although now, in terms of overall military scale, the Revolutionary Army he leads was no less inferior to the NEO New Navy.

However, there was still an extremely huge gap in high-end combat power.

The cultivation of high-end combat power requires an extremely long time and effort, and personal talent was also very important.

In simple terms, apart from him, Dragon, there were not many people who could fight.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at Liu Feng with envy.

This guy, in just a few months, has recruited many Admiral-level fighters, and each of them was very strong and vigorous.

"I know you are about to prepare to attack the Beast Pirates and the Blackbeard Pirates, and you will not be able to spare any time for the time being."

"But I have no other choice."

Dragon sighed.

Liu Feng slowly raised his head, looked at Dragon, and said in a deep voice:

"It's not impossible to borrow troops, but I must know whether there are other reasons for your revolutionary army's infiltration into the holy land of Marijoa besides declaring war."

"If it's just a declaration of war, I think your action can be cancelled directly. There is no need to execute it at all."

"As for the reason, I believe you understand it yourself."

"There is nothing worth declaring war on."

"The World Government knows the original intention and purpose of the establishment of your Revolutionary Army. There is no need to do so much."

As Dragon listened, his brows furrowed deeply.

He swept his eyes over Liu Feng's body.

He moved towards the carefree Golden Lion, who was holding a cigar, and Roger, who was holding his ears behind him.

At last, he gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice:

"I believe you got some information from Red Hair about the national treasure of the Celestial Dragons."

A strange light flashed across Liu Feng's eyes.

The Revolutionary Army's intelligence network was truly powerful.

But he did not hide it and nodded frankly:

"I have met with Red Hair and got some information from him."

Dragon nodded and said:

"Well, similarly, our Revolutionary Army also found similar information."

"We speculate that the power that destroyed the world most likely came from a certain object."

"This time when we enter Marijoa, the declaration of war is only one side of the story."

"Or more accurately, it's just a cover to attract attention."

"The real purpose is that one thing."

"I will personally take action to find the clues behind this."

Liu Feng was slightly stunned when he heard this.

That makes sense. Otherwise, just declaring war would be really meaningless.

While the World Conference is open, most of the forces of the Holy Land of Marijoa will go to the World Conference to protect it, and the Five Elders will also attend the conference.

In this way, Dragon had the opportunity to penetrate deep into the flowers.

That's a good idea.

It is impossible to sneak into the heavily guarded floors without making any noise using normal means!

"How about it?"

When Dragon saw Liu Feng didn't say anything, he felt a little heavy for a moment.

Unexpectedly, the next moment he saw Liu Feng suddenly laugh.

"Okay, when will the World Conference officially begin?"

Dragon was overjoyed.

"Ten days later!"

Liu Feng nodded.

"Ten days is enough for me to wipe out the Blackbeard Pirates."

"When the time comes, I will go with you into the deepest part of Pangu City, among the flowers, to see the power of "cleansing the world."

Dragon was completely confused this time.

Ten days?

Liu Feng actually wanted to use ten days to wipe out the Four Emperors Pirate Group that dominated the New World! ?

This…

He was about to speak, but unexpectedly, Liu Feng interrupted him by waving his hand.

"Just stay and wait for my news….We'll be back soon."

Chapter 399 - Whitebeard Pirates, the Final Battle!

A new world.
A tranquil island.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, dusk painted the sky in hues of crimson and gold. Fiery clouds stretched across the heavens, their glow casting elongated shadows behind the passersby heading home. Soft, red sunlight spilled across the land, embracing it in a warm farewell.

From every rooftop, tendrils of smoke curled upwards, carrying the aroma of hearth and home. The joyous laughter of children occasionally broke the serene stillness, a melody of innocence and contentment.

At the easternmost edge of the island lay a cliff. On that lonely precipice stood two graves—one tall, one short—silent sentinels overlooking the vast expanse of the ocean. Verdant grass swayed gently in the breeze, a lush carpet surrounding the tombstones. Daisies blossomed before them, their delicate fragrance mingling with the salty sea air.

A solitary figure sat at the cliff's edge, his silhouette etched against the earth by the fading light of the setting sun. He wore frameless glasses, their delicate lenses catching the dying embers of daylight. His golden hair, once vibrant, now bore streaks of gray, a testament to the passage of time and the weight of untold stories.

This man was none other than Marco, the "Phoenix." Once the proud vice-captain of the Whitebeard Pirates and the valiant leader of their 1st Division, he now bore the scars of a life marked by battles, loss, and unyielding loyalty.

In just two short years, he seemed to have aged a decade. The wear and tear of time, grief, and solitude were etched deeply into his face, making him look weathered beyond his years.

Dust swirled faintly around the edge of the cliff, carried by the gentle breeze. A lone figure sat motionless, his form blending seamlessly into the stillness of the landscape.

His gaze, vacant and distant, lingered on the thin trails of smoke rising from the chimneys of humble homes scattered across the far-off islands. The scene before him was one of tranquil beauty, but his melancholy presence made it feel like a painting tinged with sorrow.

The world around him was eerily quiet, as if holding its breath. And yet, it was this man—Marco—who silently shouldered the responsibility of guarding the peace of this fragile world, day and night.

From the distance, figures began to approach. Their footsteps were soft, deliberate, almost hesitant. It was as if they feared that even the faintest sound might shatter the serene and harmonious tableau stretched out before their eyes.

Those figures were the remnant of the Whitebeard Pirates' main ship.

"Diamond" Jozu, the captain of the Third Division who had a broken arm;

The tired-eyed Captain of the Fifth Division, “Flower Sword” Vista;

The captains of the 6th, 7th, and 8th squads are Bramanque, Lakeyo, and Namur.

There are other main ship members.

Their expressions were filled with severity, determination, and unwillingness.

Their footsteps stopped a few meters behind Marco.

Then, they waited quietly.

On the edge of the cliff, an indescribable bitterness slowly emerged from the corners of Marco's mouth.

His tone was very light, and his voice was very faint.

"It seems that the final decisive battle is about to begin."

He murmured these words softly.

Everyone fell into deathly silence.

Vista's hands trembled, his eyes slightly red as he said:

"How about waiting a little longer? The NEO navy should send troops."

He looked at Marco's weathered back with almost despair, feeling sad.

‘He must be very tired.’ Vista thought to himself.

In the past two years, it seems that he has always been silently protecting and leading everyone.

Hearing Vista's words, Marco smiled disapprovingly.

His tone was as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

"It is the NEO Navy's freedom to send troops or not."

"Liu Feng has no reason to support a pirate group like us. They are the navy."

"The most important thing is, if I were Liu Feng, I would probably watch us fight the Blackbeard Pirates and then come out to clean up the mess."

"This is the principle of military command."

Everyone gritted their teeth.

They knew what Marco said was right.

There was indeed no reason for the NEO new navy to send troops.

Marco continued to chuckle:

"The reason why I sent that letter to Liu Feng was actually because I hoped he could help us protect this island."

"In that case, at the very least," he murmured, his voice tinged with both sorrow and resolve.
"My father's lifelong efforts were not in vain."

He smiled calmly.

The corners of his eyes were wet.

Vista and others choked up.

Yes…

This is their father’s hometown.

This was his final resting place.

Boom! !

Suddenly, the thunderous roar of war drums shattered the stillness, echoing across the horizon like an omen of doom. The rhythmic pounding grew louder with each beat, reverberating through the air and shaking the ground beneath.

A dark shadow appeared far off at sea, faint at first, but steadily growing. It spread like an ink stain across the azure horizon, stretching wider and darker until it seemed to consume the sky itself. Slowly, the vast shape emerged fully from the distant waves, a fleet so immense it blotted out the light of the setting sun.

Flags bearing the ominous emblem of a three-headed skull flapped violently in the wind, their grim designs exuding menace. The air was thick with malice, and the faces aboard the countless pirate ships were no less fearsome—twisted into cruel grins, each one dripping with wicked intent.

The Blackbeard Pirates had arrived, and with them came the promise of chaos and destruction.

But seeing the appearance of the Blackbeard Pirates, the members of the Whitebeard Pirates were neither frightened nor surprised.

It felt like a nightmare they had replayed in their minds countless times. Yet now that it was finally here, it no longer seemed as terrifying.

Instead, there was a strange calm—a quiet acceptance. They knew this moment was inevitable. This war was unavoidable.

There was no place to run. No corner of the world where they could hide.

Here, on this island, was their final battlefield.

Because this was his father’s homeland.

The roar of the pirate ship in the distance and the pirates' hideous laughs and roars became louder and louder.

The shouts of killing were sharp and piercing, rang.

Marco slowly stood up from the edge of the cliff and casually patted the dust off his butt.

He turned around and looked calmly at his partner in front of him.

"Are you all ready? My family…"

Tears welled up in everyone's eyes immediately.

Yes...
They weren’t just comrades bound by life-and-death battles.
They were family—connected by bonds far stronger than blood.

As one, they nodded silently.

Then, in unison, they bowed deeply toward the two graves, their heads lowered in respect and sorrow. The moment of silence hung heavy in the air, filled with unspoken promises.

When the silence broke, they moved without hesitation. With a single leap from the cliff’s edge, they descended toward the distant port, their resolve burning brighter than ever.

They were the Whitebeard Pirates!

Here, on this sacred island, was their father’s homeland. The man who had protected them, cared for them, and given them a purpose. Now, it was their turn to stand tall, to defend the last untouched piece of this world.

They were ready to give their lives for him.

Behind them, beside the graves, the wind howled fiercely. The pirate flag of Whitebeard—the skull adorned with a majestic white moustache—snapped sharply in the gale, a defiant cry against the chaos to come.

Chapter 400 - Captain Marco, You've Aged a Lot

Boom!!

The sky was filled with smoke, and the deafening sounds of artillery fire and explosions seemed endless.

Near the port, the civilians were running away in all directions.

Blood oozed from beneath the charred corpse, staining the ground red.

Houses collapsed one after another under the bombardment of artillery shells, crushing many civilians who had no time to escape.

Miserable wails rang out from every corner of the earth.

Countless civilians watched with grief on their faces as their loved ones and children died in front of them in the artillery fire of that war and cried bitterly.

They have never left this impoverished island in their lives.

Although life was hard, under the protection and assistance of Newgate, each of them cherishes the peaceful life in the past.

But no matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t make sense of it.

Why would a pirate crew target their hometown?
This place—this peaceful island—held no treasure, no riches worth plundering.

Yet their questions remained unanswered. No reason, no explanation.

What awaited them wasn’t logic or mercy but the cruel, echoing laughter of countless pirates storming the port. The invaders poured in like a flood, their eyes gleaming with bloodlust and their faces twisted with malice.

For the civilians, who had lived their entire lives untouched by the horrors of war, the sight was unimaginable. They had never witnessed such evil, such inhumanity.

These were no ordinary men. They were devils incarnate, driven by nothing but a thirst for destruction.

"Jeha-ha-ha-ha!!"

"My little ones!! Destroy all this for me!"

The center of the pirate crowd, Blackbeard opened his arms wantonly, with black smoke billowing out from behind his body. He looked like a devil from hell descending from the dark abyss, his eyes filled with suffocating ambition and murderous intent.

He looked at everything being destroyed before his eyes with a grin, his heart filled with unimaginable pleasure.

Yes, he wanted to destroy everything that man cherished most.

Only then—only with this—could he prove that he was stronger than Whitebeard.

To prove that he, Blackbeard, had not only replaced the legend but had become the master of this new era!

For years, he had waited, hidden beneath the shadow of that great man. Silently enduring the slow expansion of his own desires, his ambitions growing like a storm inside him. All the while, he was forced to watch from the sidelines, unable to act.

And now, with the power of the Dark-Dark Fruit in his hands, he had the chance to rise, to finally spread his wings and soar to the heavens.

But this moment wasn't just about power—it was about proving to himself that he had made no mistake.

This was an inhuman battle.

As the Blackbeard Pirates clashed with the might of the Four Emperors, the civilians of this quiet island had no hope of resistance.

They could do nothing but stand and watch, helpless, as their world was ripped apart and their lives snuffed out by the ruthless invaders.

In that moment, a voice—low and filled with seething hatred—cut through the air.

"Flower Sword: Rose Dance!!"

From the void above, crimson rose petals began to fall, scattering through the sky like drops of blood. The sight was hauntingly beautiful, yet laced with sorrow.

Swish!! Swish!! Swish!!

The sharp arc of the sword sliced through the battlefield, its gleaming edge a blur of deadly precision. Hundreds of Blackbeard Pirates were caught in the sweeping storm of sword winds. In an instant, deep gashes appeared across their bodies, the crimson spray painting the ground.

Screams echoed in the chaos as they collapsed, their blood staining the earth beneath them.

"Are you here?"

"Jihahahaha!!"

"Captain Vista, your two-sword swordsmanship is still as sharp as ever."

The sinister smile on Blackbeard's lips became more intense, and his violent eyes looked towards a corner.

There, stepping slowly from the shadows, stood Vista—the "Flower Sword." Clad in a black cloak, his presence was as sharp as the twin swords gripped in his hands. His expression was dark, a quiet storm brewing behind his eyes.

And then, the air trembled.

Boom!!

A figure, enveloped in blazing blue flames, descended from the sky with terrifying speed. The wings of fire flared behind him, cutting through the air like a comet streaking towards the earth.

In an instant, he collided with the pirate horde below, sending dozens of Blackbeard’s men flying through the air, their bodies flung like ragdolls.

As the dust billowed and settled, a massive crater was left in the wake of the impact. The figure, still ablaze with blue flames, slowly emerged from the smoldering remnants, his form now fully visible through the smoke.

"Teach, that's enough."

"These are all unarmed civilians. Killing as many of them as possible won't prove anything."

Marco growled through gritted teeth.

Looking at the countless bodies of civilians lying on the ground in front of him, his heart seemed to be bleeding, and hideous streaks of blood quickly seeped out around the pupils deep in his eyes.

Blackbeard slowly narrowed his eyes and looked at Marco.

"Captain Marco, it's been a long time since we last met.You seem to have aged a lot in the past two years."

He then burst into wild laughter.

“As for murder?? Tell me, with my power, is there anyone who is not a weak and pathetic civilian in my eyes?!"

A milky white light quickly enveloped his fist.

Marco, Vista, and other White Group members who had arrived suddenly changed their expressions.

"The strong prey on the weak; this is the truth of this sea!!!"

"Only the strongest person can become the king!!"

"Otherwise, do you think I would stay under my father's command?"

"Isn't it because of his strongest power in the world?!"

"Jihahahaha!!"

Smirking, Blackbeard punched hard into the air!

Bang!! Crack!!

It was like the sound of glass breaking suddenly.

Cracks continued to appear in the air where the fist was, like a spider web.

Boom! !

Earth-shattering explosions and shockwaves rose above the island.