Pirate's Brood Order

Chapter 501

The scorching red magma fell into the frozen ice, and two tall and tall figures faced each other in the water vapor, and the towering seagull banner swayed above the head.

Malin Vandor, Headquarters of the Navy.

Surrounding the ice lake are neatly repaired mountain peaks, countless white buildings, brightly lit, and cold-toned stairs stretching upwards, mottled moon frost and silver lights and shadows are scattered on the top, scattered dots leading to the navy The road to the highest hall.

There are bare stone piers on both sides of the climbing stairs, and tall statues sit on the stone piers, as if silently telling the history of naval justice.

The closest black lacquer statue to the edge of the ice lake is the first marshal of the navy headquarters, who created the pioneer of Malin Vandor.

“All the statues are pale in color. Only this statue is sprayed into the color of night. Do you know why?”

Sakarski glanced at the statues located on both sides of the stairs, and his eyes fell back to the body of the green pheasant. The other party also wore a large cloak of justice, but there was a bicycle parked at his feet, which looked a bit nondescript.

“That’s because there was too much blood on his hands, and the blood condensed into black after precipitation!” The green pheasant looked at the statue, and the moon frost poured on it, making it as if it had come to life, even if it was separated. With the time, he can still feel the bloody smell left on it, he frowned.

“That is the era of blood and turbulence, but it is also the era of justice that cannot be defiled!” Sarkarski glanced across the statue, looking at the statues standing behind him, the top of the stretch of stairs, the current Marshal Buddha of the Navy Headquarters. The figure of the Warring States Period stood there and looked down.

His sight seemed to collide in the air for a moment, and then he moved away. Sarkarski looked at the green pheasant again, and said deeply and firmly: “You have been in the sun for too long, so long that you have forgotten it. It should be solidified black blood. This sea has long been polluted by sin. Only when you put your body in the dark and feel the cold and bitterness of the night can the dawn of dawn come.”

“You can’t save the times. Your actions will only exacerbate the contradictions and accelerate the world to the abyss of destruction.” The green pheasant obviously does not agree with Sarkarski’s philosophy. The justice created by too cruel means is like bursting. The magma spread over the earth, leaving behind scorched earth that can only grow without grass and ashes in the air.

The philosophy of the green pheasant and the Warring States period are in the same line. The decadent world cannot withstand fierce medicine. It is not medicine, it is a deadly poison. At least for the current stage, the Navy Headquarters still must accept the leadership of the world government.

“Cowardice and retreat can only be lingering, only the fire can get a new life, this is the price that must be paid.” Sakarski didn’t change his face, and there was a cracking ripple in his eyes.

The green pheasant’s pupils shrank, and he didn’t continue arguing, it didn’t make sense.

“I killed the Golden Lion Shiji!” Sakarski said suddenly, “This is the beginning. The crimes of the past era will end one after another.”

Although the Warring States had issued missions to both Sakaski and the Green Pheasant, anyone with a discerning eye could see the partiality and naturally understood that the gold content of the two missions was quite different.

Maintaining the order of the underwater prison, suppressing the riots of prisoners; suppressing the entire East China Sea, capturing the legendary pirate flying admiral Golden Lion Shiji… The two seem to be incomparable.

In this tacit competition, Sakarski won.

At least Sakaski thinks so.

The green pheasant turned his head and glanced at the Marshal of the Warring States Period standing on the top of the stairs. The dangling goatee was motionless in the cold wind. He looked at Sakarski indifferently, his tone was not the slightest wave, and he gently spit out from the gap between his teeth. Three words: “What about the corpse?”

When he said this, Sakarski’s face became gloomy, his five fingers suddenly grasped, and a trace of dangerous lava flowed between his fingers.

Facing Sakarski’s eyes that seemed to swallow him alive, the blue pheasant turned a blind eye. He passed by Sarkarski, his voice as harsh as the ice piercing the latter’s eardrums: ” A broken rudder, what can’t that prove?”

Sakaski bit his teeth fiercely. He turned his head and stared at the back of the green pheasant slowly walking up the stairs. The cloak of “justice” danced in the night breeze, and the figure of the Warring States at the apex was still standing calmly. , It is also cold like a dead sculpture.

The beard angered like countless tentacles dancing, and the ghost spider stood not far away to have a panoramic view of the conversation between the two, and his face was also very ugly and walked over: “What does the green pheasant mean?”

Sakarski stared straight at the top of the stairs, his back disappeared from his field of vision, the burning aura exuding all over his body seemed to melt the night, he turned his face away, his eyes seemed to have two red vortexes that couldn’t be seen to the end.

“That’s not the meaning of the green pheasant, hey…” He licked his dry lips and added: “He is conveying the meaning of the Warring States Period!”

The ghost spider smelled a palpitating breath from Sakarski. He pondered for a while and asked unwillingly: “The Warring States period does not admit it, so shall we just forget it?”

“It’s the most naive method to shame. It’s breaking the rules of the game.” Sakaski sneered and said faintly: “Warring States, he is old!”

“What do you mean?” The ghost spider didn’t know why.

“What’s going on with Alabastan? Is there anything happening on Yallin?” Sakarski asked after turning the topic.

“Speaking of Alabastan, the news sent back is quite weird.” The ghost spider said in a suspiciously low voice: “The capital of Albana has become a dead city, and the people in the capital have been infected with a toxin. A monster without sane, and the symptoms of infection are very similar to the toxin of the green plants produced by Donghai Golden Lion Shiji!”

“Huh?” Sakaski was stunned for a moment, and then asked thoughtfully: “The toxins of the East China Sea have spread to Alabastan. Interesting, what did Yarlin say?”

“Yarlin’s explanation is that this is an unexpected situation and it was made by Smogg.” The ghost spider replied truthfully.

“Interesting!” Sakarski was noncommittal. He didn’t care about Albana’s internal affairs. He cared about more important things. “How is Yarlin’s progress?”

“It’s finishing!”

The details of the ghost spider are also not clear, but Yallin’s report on the phone is very brief, and he relayed these four words to Sakaski.

When Sakaski heard the words, there was a meaningful arc in the corner of his mouth. He looked at the ghost spider and said faintly: “Give the rudder of the Golden Lion Shiji to the Marshal of the Warring States Period as a collection. After all, it is from the same era. The relics under…”