The operational meeting of the Navy Headquarters was not interrupted by Karp's movements. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Some of them are just the surprises and stunned when everyone first hears about it. Or rather, they were only brief-lived, marveling at the old navy's vigor and vigor, not even a commotion.

This is of course because they are already familiar with Karp's character, but why not because this meeting is too important?

In fact, if there are no surprises, this should be the last meeting before the war. Again, it is not an exaggeration to say that this is a pre-war mobilization.

No one doesn't like to swear by victory, and those of you are certainly no exception. Especially when they fantasize about everything they can get after victory, they have a feeling of blood boiling.

Although these high-ranking naval officials are always keen to compete for power and profit, and they are always full of power and political dirtiness with each other, since they can sit in such a high position and be tacitly approved by the Warring States, it also shows from the side that they are at least qualified as a navy.

So, even if in normal times they will scold the street like shrews for profit, and they will do everything for the sake of power, but at this important moment, they can also abandon those dirty thoughts and work together.

One strategy after another was quickly decided and implemented in the midst of quarrels and discussions, and its speed and efficiency were so fast that even the Warring States had a breathtaking feeling.

Sure enough, fame and fortune are always the best things to motivate the fighting spirit!

This may be due to the pride of their navy, or their insistence on justice, or simply their desire to be the victor in the war, so as to protect and obtain greater benefits. But in any case, judging from the final result alone, the effect expected by the Warring States was achieved.

However, under this seemingly good situation, the battle of words and wits experienced was enough to exhaust the elderly Warring States.

Especially compared to Karp's actions, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

From Roger's time to the present, in just one generation, the speed at which the navy has completed from glorious justice to decay and depravity is too fast......

The emotion in the heart of the Warring States is really impossible to express. Maybe in addition to those who are his contemporaries, only the three major generals today can still understand a thing or two, right?

But even these people also have their own selfishness and their own demands for interests. Relatively speaking, it is the Akainu who is fulfilling the covenant he has made. Even if it was a kind of paranoia in the eyes of the Warring States......

Subconsciously turning his head sideways, Sengoku couldn't help but be stunned when he looked at the scroll hanging on the wall. The words "absolute justice" seemed to mock him, which was quite glaring.

"After this war, I really want to retire and enjoy my old age in peace......" sighed in his heart, and unconsciously set up a flag for himself Warring States, and his eyes were full of fighting spirit again.

However, just when Sengoku's mood was just improving, the accident he was worried about came unexpectedly.

A slight jumble of footsteps reached his ears through the walls of the conference room. Then, with a thud, the door to the conference room was slammed open. And the figure who rushed in without announcing it instantly became the focus of all eyes.

In the conference room, there was a deep silence, and the pins could be heard.

Everyone subconsciously held their breath, and even Akainu's face appeared solemn. Because they know that at this important juncture, no one will dare to break in casually.

And if it happens, it's definitely an accident, and it's a big deal......

"Bang bang...... Bang bang ......" Sengoku's heart unconsciously beat harder, and the accelerated flow of blood made a flush appear on his face, and he actually felt nervous again.

Nervousness, how long has it been since he had successfully sat on the marshal's throne to experience it again? For a while, memories of the past flashed back to his mind.

Sengoku's brows furrowed slightly, and he gently shook his head to shake away the inexplicable feeling of depression that appeared in his heart, which was indescribable but enough to make him breathless. For this war, the ominous premonition in his heart became more and more deep......

……

At the same time, in the windless belt on one side of the Great Passage, in the center of the numerous giant sea kings, a fleet of ships was floating quietly on the sea.

Say that it is a flotilla and not a fleet, because there are five of these ships. However, although the number is slightly inferior, each of them is a super-equivalent giant ship, especially the one in the center as the flagship, which is more than one circle larger than the largest main battleship of the Navy. Even the Tempest of Crockdahl had to bow down in front of this ship.

At this time, although there were only five ships, they occupied a sea area in the windless zone like a horse race, and the giant sea kings around them were like a group of demons dancing one after another, but they did not dare to take half a step beyond the thunder pool......

Naturally, with such a hull, there is a compelling momentum in itself. But it's not just about the size of the ship that really makes these behemoths fearful. Otherwise, why does the navy need to install sea towers on the bottom of the ship to deceive these sea kings through breath? They only need to build a huge ship, and they can run rampant in the windless zone!

In fact, what can make these behemoths fearful is always stronger than them. Just like in the mountains and forests, there will never be other wild beasts around the tiger. And "Whitebeard" Edward Negoth, the man known as "the strongest man on the sea", carries this kind of power.

The Moby Dick, the flagship of the Whitebeard Pirates. On the bridge, an old man stood majestically in a tall chair, seemingly asleep. The white beard, which was like a crescent moon, trembled gently with his snoring.

Sometimes I really have to say that some people are born hegemons, born to be the desire of all people, such as such a carved white beard. Even though he is old, his physical condition has inevitably slipped from the peak, and even now his health has become a thorny problem, full of infusion tubes, and he has to rely on drugs to maintain it.

But Whitebeard is a Whitebeard after all, and no matter how weak he is, no matter how weak he is, no one can match him. In particular, his momentum accumulated over the years makes anyone who tries to be his enemy lose some confidence congenitally.

This is Whitebeard, even if he is just asleep, it is enough to convince all beasts. Or rather, this is what is unique to him - the demeanor of a king!

………… To be continued............

ps: Anyway, this chapter is really bumpy, and the sadness in it is indescribable, in short, I'm not dead......