Marine’s Thunder God of One Piece

Don't underestimate the archaeologists who are willing to serve the world government. In fact, the civil servants who can be reused by the government are all big names in the sea!

Robin may be familiar with ancient texts, but she's not the only gifted archaeologist.

With their help, Dongte has already figured out...at least something about the god in Neptune's body after being in Ralph Drew for so long.

The origin of the murloc race is one of them.

It's just that the murlocs completely forgot about this past due to a hundred years of blankness.

"but……"

Luffy asked puzzledly: "Even if you have to be of the same origin and need the same tribe to exchange souls, what does it have to do with Jinbei having to die?"

It was not Dongte who answered him, but Shiping.

"Probably... because of the blood power you mentioned?"

"If a random compatriot dies here and can wake her up, this kind of seal has no meaning at all... If the old man guesses correctly, the blood power in my body is second only to Princess Baixing among the remaining compatriots. "

"bingo!"

Dongte clapped his hands: "This stele will only absorb souls like Princess Baixing, the kind... let's call it 'divine power' to a certain extent, and it has no interest in other people's souls. "

The argument comes from reality. In order to draw this conclusion, what Dongte has done is just a matter of opinion.

"To put it simply, the blood power in your body is strong, but insufficient, so after death your soul will not be absorbed by the stele, but will dissipate naturally... But at the same time, because of the connection between the blood veins and the blessing of the trace blood power, After you die, Princess Shirahoshi's soul will also enter your body."

"Don't forget, the stone tablet seal is not aimed at Princess Baixing, but her!"

"That god!"

The Neptune family has already integrated their blood power into most of the Murloc and Mermaid families through intermarriage. The "Knight of the Sea" Neptune alone has three sons and one daughter!

Children and grandchildren are endless.

If the massacre hadn't happened, it wouldn't be surprising for the sea king to appear in the commoner family after a few hundred years.

"In this way, the stele leaves room for her. Once she comes here, her soul will never escape."

Dongte smiled coldly, then narrowed his eyes.

"We had two choices from the very beginning. First, take advantage of the fact that she has a body to completely kill Aquaman. While she won't survive, Princess Baixing will never return to her body."

"Second, empty the stele and force her to come here, and her soul will be devoured by the stele, but one person is required to be willing to sacrifice."

"Straw hat boy Luffy, Seaman Jinbe..."

Dong Te looked at them and grinned: "The first way is the easiest, but Mr. Canglong is kind-hearted and chose the second most difficult way."

"This is Master Canglong's sincerity! Now, it's up to you to make a choice..."

"To put it nicely, don't you also value the ability of Neptune?"

Sanji pursed his mouth in displeasure, and muttered softly.

That is an ancient weapon!

The murlocs were on the verge of extinction, and the purest royal blood in Princess Baixing naturally refused to let go of the navy.

but……

so what?

After all, they saved Shirahoshi, and the last hope in Jinbe's heart who was swallowed by the hatred of extermination.

Even this hope must be made up with another greater sorrow.

"Heroes!"

Sauron looked up at the sky and said with emotion.

He had already foreseen Jinbe's choice.

Heroes always end in tragedy.

There was silence all around, only the indefatigable wind kept rolling up the yellow sand and slapping them.

I don't know how long it has passed, Jinping exhaled heavily, turned to face the stele, and knelt down on one knee.

"Princess Baixing, please... live well!"

"No!!!"

In a trance, Jinbe, who has not mastered listening to the voice of all things, seems to have heard Shirahoshi's familiar voice,

Crying sound.

...

call! !

A spark appeared in front of the cigar out of thin air. Ron looked at this scene in surprise, then leaned over his face and lit the cigar.

"You don't seem to be surprised?"

It can't tell the difference between male and female, or it is the voice of all things echoing in the black space.

"No fear, no curiosity, no doubts... not bad!"

A faint sound of appreciation appeared, and as the voice fell, the surrounding darkness disappeared... It was like a dark room where someone suddenly pressed the light switch.

The tip of his nose was filled with a stench. Ron stood in the center of a vast desert, with the setting sun hanging low on the horizon in the distance, surrounded by a sea of ​​corpses and blood.

Broken weapons and armor hung over the corpses, and an incomplete banner stood above the hill. A long-dead soldier raised and lowered his hands feebly to hold the banner, but he knelt in the yellow sand.

Although the whole world is silent, it shows the cruelty of war in the cold weapon era.

Immediately, the screen changed abruptly, the yellow sand battlefield disappeared, and the familiar high-rise concrete buildings appeared in the field of vision.

However, it is the same battlefield, and it is also a sea of ​​broken corpses and blood. Even if the era is changed and the technology is upgraded, the war will never stop.

Then, the screen turned again...

Scenes of war scenes appeared around him, from different eras, making Ron "immersive".

The voice said lightly: "Do you know what this is called?"

"Um……"

Ron pondered, and said: "If I answer war and human nature, it must be too cliché."

"So... reincarnation?"

"almost."

The voice couldn't hear any emotion: "But I prefer to call it, civilization!"

Rumble!

The vibration was extremely clear. On a fertile plain, a city rose from the ground. People dressed in scanty rags drove their cattle to the market. Warriors in bright armor lined up to patrol outside the city in neat lines, and the streets and alleys were filled with people, and everything was in order.

But soon...

The deafening sound of horseshoes broke the tranquility of the scene. A knight in thick leather armor came to the gate of the city, and the arrows pierced through the air and fell down.

The crowd screamed into a ball, and after a while, flames were everywhere.

Swish!

The screen suddenly went dark, and when it lit up again, the team of cavalry and archery-based knights had already occupied the city. They cleared up the sundries and summoned craftsmen, and the whole city took on a new look at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When the speed of the picture slowed down to normal, the knights whose hands were stained with blood sat and dozed in front of the gate of the barracks. With gray beards and cloudy eyes, they couldn't see the cruelty of the year at all.

A group of young knights rode out from the barracks, and the old guys watched them whizzing past with nostalgia and envy in their eyes.

"This is civilization...birth, development, destruction, new life in destruction, and death in destruction."

"Reincarnation just summarizes this process, and civilization is the cause and essence of everything."

"indeed……"

Ron was quite emotional: "What I'm doing now, isn't it because this is the essence of civilization?"

Only with a ruler like Im can there be a rebel like him.

"But some people don't think so. They think that destruction is the bane of everything, especially when the destruction can be seen and touched."

Swish!

The picture changed again, but this time Ron felt a substantial coercion.

In a dark underground cave, a teenage girl with fear in her eyes, wearing only a rough linen dress, was tied to a stone platform in the center of the lava, surrounded by a group of immortals, who went out to play Ancient people who don't use makeup.

Immediately, someone cut open her stomach with a knife, but strangely, no blood flowed out, only a cloud of black mist spread out and floated in the air.

Scarlet pupils stared at Ron across the air, making Ron's skin pimples unbearable.

"Heavenly Demon!"

"I won't let you do anything wrong again!"

A middle-aged Taoist priest drew out his wooden sword, and slashed out a beam of thunder, which beat the black mist into screams again and again. Then, as if taking advantage of its weakness, a baby was brought in.

"I have a bad feeling..."

Ron's eyelids twitched.

I saw the middle-aged Taoist priest looked at the baby with tears in his eyes, said something, and then solemnly placed him next to the fainted or dead little girl, and then a group of people began to dance the big god, the wooden sword danced the wind and thunder, and the magma rolled .

In the end, two talismans ignited on the wooden sword of the middle-aged Taoist priest, pierced into the center of the black mist, and stabbed down heavily.

The baby began to cry instantly, and the black mist disappeared from the baby's belly at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving only a circle of tadpole characters representing metaphysics.

These tadpole texts also disappeared quickly, and the child's belly was smooth and the cry was loud and clear.

At this point, the picture is pitch black.

"Heaven and earth are not benevolent and treat all things as dogs, and so is human civilization... neither noble nor humble, nor beautiful nor dirty."

"However, there are always people who don't understand such a simple truth. The inferiority of civilization determines that they can only see what they want to see. They are influenced by their emotions and bound by their vision. They only do what they think is right, and they don't Think about the truth behind it."

Rumble!

The entire dark space began to tremble, and the voice became louder and louder.

"I was born from destruction, I was born from civilization, I... am destruction!"

call……

Ron exhaled a long breath of smoke and raised his eyebrows.

"So you want to tell me... my real name is Ron the Wind and not Ron the Whirlpool?"

"Or do you want me to join the glorious evolution?"

"Sorry, there are too many slots, I can't bear it."

It is estimated that he never expected Ron to say this, the surroundings were quiet, and the atmosphere was obviously interrupted for a moment.

A few seconds later, I watched dozens of me walking out of the darkness, each holding a ball of flame.

Slap!

The cigar fell to the ground, and Ron decisively bowed 90°: "I'm sorry, please spare me this time!"

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