"Pull it out." The big Buddha form on Sengoku's body quickly disappeared, and he said calmly to Garp.
Garp closed his eyes and grasped the hilt of the knife. Even though he felt that the knife began to madly absorb his vitality the moment it touched him, he still endured the pain and pulled out the knife and threw it on the ground.
"I, am I hopeless?" Zhan Guo said in a somewhat bleak voice, looking at the black wound on his stomach that was constantly expanding.
He could clearly feel that his vitality was rapidly draining away, and his stomach felt numb and itchy, but there was no pain.
Karp covered his face with his hands, tears streaming down his face, but he couldn't utter a single word.
"Marshal of the Warring States Period!"
"What's wrong with you, Marshal Zhan Guo?"
"Medic, call the medic!"
"Who can treat it? Hurry and treat Marshal Zhan Guo!"
The surrounding sailors finally noticed Zhan Guo's abnormality at this time and shouted anxiously.
Zhan Guo's legs went weak and he fell to the ground, with countless memories of his life flashing through his mind like a karaoke lantern.
There is the passion and heroism of bravely killing bandits when you are young.
There is the ambition and enthusiasm of reaching a high position in middle age.
There are also those who, in their old age, are full of wisdom and strategies, and who are able to plan and strategize for the world.
He did countless righteous deeds in his life, but after taking the position of general and marshal, his hands were stained with the blood of many innocent people.
He actually envied Garp, who could do whatever he wanted, act arbitrarily, and if he got into trouble, he would have to clean up his mess.
But once you sit in that position, everything will be out of your control.
Did he ever feel guilty? Of course he did.
People praised him for his unparalleled wisdom and strategy, and he always accepted it calmly.
He calculated that Whitebeard would definitely come at the cost of his life, and that the Whitebeard Pirates would be easily provoked into internal strife.
It is calculated that the old Whitebeard is no longer as brave as he used to be and will die step by step under the siege of the navy.
But no matter how much he planned, he never expected that Crocodile would have such powerful strength and the ability to turn decay into magic.
He didn't expect that he had reached a deal with Whitebeard in advance.
I didn't expect that he would rebel against several of the Seven Warlords of the Sea so early on.
No one took into account the various arrangements he made in this war.
He never expected that he would soon become a dead soul under the other party's knife.
"My wisdom is unparalleled in the world?"
"The person with truly unparalleled wisdom and strategy must be Crocodile, right?" Zhan Guo said to himself with self-mockery.
"Crocodile is a terrifying crocodile hiding in the desert. When he bares his fangs, the whole world will tremble."
"Everyone, be careful." Zhan Guo used up all his remaining strength to shout out these two sentences.
Then he put his hand on the shoulder of Garp, who was half-kneeling in front of him, and after forcing an ugly smile on his face, he said with an extremely weak voice:
"Sometimes I really envy you."
"You don't have to feel guilty about the justice in your heart."
"I really want to fight alongside you like an ordinary Marine again."
"Unfortunately, I have to go first."
"Goodbye, old friend."
After saying this, the hand on Garp's shoulder slowly slipped away.
At this point, in the 1520th year of the Haiyuan calendar, in the epic battle known to the world as the Battle of Marineford, the supreme commander of the navy, Buddha's Warring States, fell!
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