With a long exhalation, Whitebeard barely managed to break free from the lethargy of sleep. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

But instead of feeling energetic, he was overwhelmed by a feeling of weakness. Whitebeard knows that the power that governs him is called "senescence".

The strength of the limbs seemed to be withdrawn, and it felt a little difficult to lift the arms. And his chest was also pressed by some heavy object, and it was a little difficult to gasp. It wasn't until he took a few deep breaths in a row that the discomfort of shortness of breath eased.

"Are you old...... lowered his eyebrows, and the white beard looked at the palm of his right hand, where countless scars were crisscrossed, all of which were testimonies of his former glory.

If the scars are a man's medal of merit, then the scars on Whitebeard's entire body are enough to crush a large transport ship to the bottom of the sea.

Withdrawing his hand, Whitebeard habitually propped his head and looked at the distant sky.

The sky without wind is always the same, because there is no wind, there is no change in climate, only a blue sky that seems to be eternal and unchanging.

There is nothing to see in such a heavenly book, but Whitebeard is addicted to it. Just like a few decades ago, when he was just an ordinary sailor on an nameless pirate ship, he stared at the sky in distraction.

He likes to look at the sky, especially at the sunset clouds in the evening.

At that time, the afterglow of the setting sun will gild the clouds in the sky with a beautiful pale gold, and occasionally a golden light will burst through the clouds like a thread. If there is wind at this time, the flowing clouds will change with it. Maybe it will become a tiger, maybe it will turn into a dragon, or it may be like a horse galloping in the surging flames, with unparalleled might, sweeping from one side of the sky to the other.

Often just looking at it, he would laugh silently until the sun sank to the bottom of the sea and the stars and moon shone brightly.

It's the same this time, even if it's just a viewless sky, Whitebeard is happy to do it. It seems that when I first met Roger, I was looking at the sky like this at that time, right?

Not knowing what came to mind, Whitebeard suddenly chuckled under his breath. And although his eyes were looking at the blue sky, they seemed to penetrate the entire interface of time and space, looking into an unknown distance. It seems that the scene at that time also appeared in front of me, the guy who laughed like a fool......

"Roger's old friend......" Whitebeard suddenly sighed, with a bit of sadness in his voice, "rather than die in obscurity, it is better to bloom like fireworks...... I really envy you, you did everything you wanted to do, and finally let the whole era write the epitaph for you......"

The emptiness and loneliness that he hadn't experienced for a long time turned into an invisible big hand, gripping his heart tightly, making him feel more and more powerless while palpitating. And in terms of Whitebeard's pride, the most unacceptable thing is this feeling of powerlessness.

"Are you really old......" muttered in a low voice, and Whitebeard seemed to see everything he had seen in his dream again......

In the dream, it was a blood-colored world. The sky was blood-colored, the earth was blood-colored, and everything that came into sight seemed to be dyed a blood-colored dark red. At the same time, there was an endless wail in his ears, like a demon from hell, cursing the creatures of the world.

The world of flames, lava, frost, thunder, and blood is a scene that can only be seen in the apocalypse depicted in books. All kinds of different forces collided endlessly, and even the sky seemed to be torn apart. And Whitebeard himself was in this blood, and he seemed to be one with this world, sinking deeper and deeper into the blood......

In a trance, he seemed to see the blade that pierced his chest. The blade came from behind, piercing his body as well as his heart.

In a trance, he seemed to see many people screaming, crying, and gradually moving away from him. Among them are many familiar faces, there are navies, pirates, and his children......

"Hum ......" a muffled snort, and Whitebeard felt a sharp pain in his heart. knew that it was an illusion, but the pain was so real at this time that he didn't dare to comfort himself with "it's just an illusion".

For Whitebeard, it may be because of the fear of war, so he thinks about it day and night, or maybe it is true, as it is rumored, he sees his own vision of death......

A warm and moist sensation flowed down the corners of his eyes, and Whitebeard didn't care about thinking about it, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to rub and wipe it, like someone who had just woken up, not like a weeping coward. However, he didn't know that the cover-up he had made couldn't hide from the captains under him.

Just as Whitebeard loves these people he calls children, these captains of the team who are "children" also respect and love their "daddy" - "Whitebeard" Edward Newgoth!

With a deep breath, Whitebeard barely calmed his fluctuating mind. Looking at the hanging bottle around him, his huge palm was held a few times, although it was still powerful, it was far less than his heyday.

And, as time goes by, your strength will get weaker and weaker, right? It's time for a renewal...... Indeed, as the redhead said, a new era is coming!

However, the more this is the case, the more I have to work hard to support this last piece of heaven for my children! It is precisely because I am old that I want to create a flatter and broader future for my children in the last time, right?

Whitebeard's face once again showed that unruly look. Although this is likely to be the last battle of his life, compared to the possibility of enjoying his old age in peace, and acquiescing to the recklessness of the navy, this is like welcoming the end with a defeated and frustrated posture, how can this be accepted by his self-esteem?!

Besides, how can a person who is a father stand by and watch his child have an accident? No matter how naughty the child is, there is also a father who disciplines him......

Maybe he has a little selfishness, but Whitebeard wants to go back to the time when he was young, when he was high-spirited, when he didn't admit defeat and was ambitious! The victory of the war was no longer in his heart, he only needed to be able to save Ace, for this he could give up everything, even at the cost of his own life!

As for the victory of the war, for the current Whitebeard, it is more like a spoil. In the last moments, he didn't want to stay where he was, he wanted to be like his old friend Roger, sprinting to the bottom in the midst of all the glory.

If he can draw an end to his life in such a posture and in the way of "dying on the road of sprinting for his ideals", this will be the greatest satisfaction for Whitebeard at this moment!

ps:The update is late.,But it won't break.,Code words 5 hours,Update 2 minutes.,No matter how tired you are, you can't break it!_(:3ゝ∠)_Do you believe it?