After a night's rest in the luxurious room prepared by Targra, Smoker didn't linger long, and flew out of the 'Golden City' with a smoke-spewed lower body the next morning.

To be honest, he was a little homesick after being out for so long.....

At the top of the 'pyramid', Targuera, dressed in gold, looked at the long white smoke remnants hanging in the blue sky under the bright morning sun with a complicated expression.

"Whew-"

When the person's breath completely disappeared from the 'perception', he exhaled a long breath of relief and said meaningfully, "Great......

Although he did get quite a bit of a shock last night, it was a thrilling solution to everything, at least he's still alive, isn't he?

"Urki."

Targuera slowly fell back to the ground, his golden silk garment glowing a hazy golden glow in the sunlight.

"What do you command, God?"

Urki smiled, and in his opinion, as long as Targuera didn't have an accident, nothing else mattered.

"Order to go down, make the shrine a forbidden place, and forbid anyone to set foot there!"

........

On the other side, Smoker did not immediately go to the edge of the 'White Sea' as Targla said, but came to the bottom of the 'giant bean vine', and then continued to climb up the thick spiral-like torso.

As Smoker quickly skimmed over the two clouds along the way, he soon reached the top of the bean vine, and when he looked down from above, he could easily see a simple red-tiled complex.

A large Chinese character in bold black characters is written on the roof of a small house in the very center, and the red tiles and black characters are very eye-catching.

That word is 'God'!

This is the 'shrine', where the 'god of the empty island' lived and lived before the 'god of gold'.

Because the guy in Targra felt that it was too 'simple', he moved his residence directly to the resplendent 'golden city' of Sandora.

For him, it is more suitable for the identity and status of 'God'!

As a result, the situation here seems to be in a state of decline, and Smoker walked around the 'shrine' and found that it was covered in dust, and it was clear that it had not been cleaned for a while.

"It's okay, just blow the ashes a little, it's not a real person anyway."

Smoker stood in the middle of the courtyard, stepping on the soft clouds, and began to evaporate billowing white smoke from his body, which seemed to float three meters in front of him as if consciously, and then began to gather and shape.

Soon a hundred white broomsticks floating in the air appeared in front of Smoker's eyes.

"Sweep the dust off in an hour!"

Since his ability to awaken, the smoke he creates has the property of 'intelligence', and although it is not very intelligent, it can also perform basic tasks.

I saw that these brooms automatically dispersed in all directions as the order was given, and then they were systematically cleaned from the outside to the inside.

The whole scene looks like he has traveled to the wizarding world, giving Smoker the feeling that he is not a powerhouse, but a magician or wizard.

"It doesn't matter what he is, it's convenient enough~"

Smiling self-deprecatingly, Smoker began to think about how many clones he needed to keep in this place, and wouldn't it be safe to keep only one?

These 'clones' of his are pure smoke in nature, so even if someone attacks them with an armed color domineering, it will not cause any damage.

After all, the armed color domineering can only allow people to touch the entity of the natural ability, not destroy all the natural elements, but if someone targets the smoke itself, it will be a bit troublesome.

For example, splitting the 'clone' into several small parts makes it impossible for him to 'transform' smoothly, that is, a skull-sized amount of smoke cannot 'teleport' the entire body.

"Then thirteen, one as the main clone, and the others as preparations, they are on standby together at this 'shrine'!"

"Bang!"

Now that he had thought about it, Smoker didn't hesitate, sprayed directly into the air, and began to 'make' the thirteen 'smoke clones', which were not quite the same as the brooms below.

Of course, the first step is the same to release the smoke, the second step gathers the smoke and shapes into human shapes, and soon thirteen 'smoke men' with blurred faces but uniformly dressed appear in mid-air.

I saw that twelve of the 'smoke men' were dressed in gorgeous white armor, holding sharp white swords in their hands, and a pair of wide white wings behind them.

Their wings are not as small as those of the Sky Islanders, they are real angel wings, and they can fly on them, although this is a bit of a superfluous move, but who let Smoker's middle two disease indirectly?

However, Smoker kept his eyes on the thirteenth 'angel', and as he gazed, a hot red light reflected on his face, and a pair of pupils shone as brightly as if they were burning flames.

Smoker gave it the power of fire, and its face, like that of other 'angels', was blurred under its empty hood, but its armor, its greatsword, and its wings were burning with fire.

"Seraph, you call it Seraph!"

Since this is an empty island with the title of 'Kingdom of the Gods', the form of the doppelganger naturally has to fit the background of this place, well, that's what Smoker thinks.

"Next is ......"

Smoker closed his eyes and sat in mid-air, instilling in him some of his combat experience and some basic instructions that he needed to do.

Actually, it's nothing, just let them guard this place, and by the way, repel all the creatures that step into this area, and in the future, this 'shrine' will be his fixed 'teleportation point' on the Sky Island.

With all this done, Smoker slowly stood up, first dissipated the 'smoke broom' that had been cleaned, and then let the 'Seraph' sit upright on the 'god seat' in the building below.

Four 'angels' guarded the left and right sides of the shrine, and the remaining eight 'angels' patrolled back and forth, and Smoker nodded with satisfaction as he watched all this.

These 'angels' do not need to eat, drink, rest, are tireless, are not harmed, and can be said to be the most perfect warriors except that their strength cannot continue to improve.

The only weakness is still in his master, as long as he is defeated and unconscious, then these 'angels' will naturally dissipate into the air.

"Alright, it's time to go!"

Smoker clapped his hands, no longer cherished his work, and flew at high speed to the southwest, where it is said that there is the edge of the 'White Sea' closest to 'Apayado'.

Unlike Qinghai below, the 'White Sea' does not cover the entire planet, and naturally it is not boundless.

Therefore, as long as you fly down from the edge, you can reach the 'White Sea', and then fly down from the edge of the 'White Sea', and you can return to Qinghai, just like the beast Kaido 'committed suicide' and fell back to the 'New World'.

Just when Smoker was full of anticipation and embarked on the return road to Marlene Vando, and when the forces of Whitebeard and BIGMOOM in the 'New World' were in conflict, the 'World Conference', which had taken nearly half a month, finally came to an end.

At the same time, a man's name, along with a thin world economic newspaper, began to spread to all directions of the world, and the biggest undercurrent that was originally lurking in the world suddenly appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

“MONKEY· D.DRAGON, the world's most vicious criminal! ”

The curtain of the stage of the new era was lifted by this man himself, and his face, hidden under the green cloak, attracted the interest of all forces.

Marlene Vando, Marshal Interior.

"Hahahaha-worthy of an old son!"

"Bang!"

The deafening slap on the table was followed by a loud roar.

"Bastard! You can still laugh!? If it weren't for your status as a 'naval hero', the old man would have imprisoned you in the city a long time ago!! ”

"Hahaha-"