We lost...
They lost to the navy, and although they could still fight, it was pointless.
The world is no longer as chaotic as they thought. The only thing they can do now is continue being pirates and live a carefree life in the New World.
They weren't interested in war in the first place. This time, the navy pushed them too hard, and they also had a leader, which is why a war broke out.
Now there are no leaders left, no Straw Hat Boy, no Blackbeard, nothing at all.
Then it has to end...
"Really..."
In the doldrums, Sengoku lowered his head slightly, his glasses gleaming, and whispered, "Showing no mercy, Kuro."
This strike severed not only the outcome of the battle, but also the pirates' will to resist.
As a navy, peace is of course desirable. This strike will divide the turbulent history of the sea into two parts. Scholars at sea will use this to divide the world into two segments: one segment is before this strike, which is the era of chaos.
After this one cut, the era of order begins.
However, the Age of Order is not a peaceful age, and pirates will not disappear. Those pirates who fight on the front lines will return to their territories, or even abandon them, and as traditional pirates, they will drift on the sea with only a ship.
As for the new generation of pirates... I estimate there won't be too few.
Unlike other marines, Sengoku's Devil Fruit ability endowed him with the wisdom and spirit of a Buddha, so he knew the state of the world.
Pirates won't disappear, because above...
Sengoku sighed and murmured, "Those above are not just."
Pirates will still be born, but those born from this attack will certainly be far less powerful than before. This will only bolster the Celestial Dragons' power, as well as that of the other nations...
The people of the world will not change much in essence.
So is this really a good idea?
In chaotic times, the existence of pirates can be a way out for the people...
If the options narrow down, or even disappear...
"I don't know either," Sengoku said, pursing his lips.
"Bolo bolo bolo..."
The Den Den Mushi suddenly rang.
It wasn't from the navy, but rather it was in Sengoku's own possession.
He pulled a small Den Den Mushi from his pocket and frowned.
This Den Den Mushi belongs to the World Government...
But why would the higher-ups be looking for a retired person like him at this time?
Zhan Guo picked up the microphone, but before he could speak, a voice came from the other end.
The content of the words made Sengoku loosen his grip, letting the Den Den Mushi fall to the ground.
His pupils constricted, and he subconsciously looked at the man on the screen who was raising a knife and shouting. Even someone as calm as a Buddha was now filled with horror.
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