I, The Celestial Dragon, Rule The Heavens Through The Double Gate

Looking at Sengoku's leaving back, Kaos snorted again.

Although he understood why Sengoku was like this, he was still angry. Fortunately, Sengoku realized it instantly; otherwise, he would really have to consider whether to replace Sengoku.

Outside the tent.

Staff Officer Tsuru smiled as Sengoku came out. "Got scolded? I told you a long time ago that it's better to make your own decisions, yet you had to come and report to His Highness."

Sengoku scratched his head with a wry smile. "Ah, I can't help myself. After all, this is the other world. It's not like you don't know how much the Five Elders value this world. I'm just afraid of messing things up."

"And now?"

"I got scolded so of course I understand."

Sengoku shook his head, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice, "Just treat those who are unwilling to surrender as pirates."

"And as Marines, when facing pirates, of course, we have to forcefully suppress and kill them!"

After saying that, Sengoku reached a motorcycle, a treasure he had found. Although there were also motorcycles in the pirate world, the style wasn't as cool as some of the ones in this world, and they weren't as fast.

In the past two days, Sengoku had specially instructed his men to collect more of these things. It would make traveling easier and help them quickly reach all areas of the city. The noise caused would also attract zombies to appear.

Riding on the motorcycle, Sengoku looked at Staff Officer Tsuru and smiled. "Are you coming?"

While speaking, he patted the seat behind him. "Kizaru and the others are waiting over there, we have to hurry."

Although his words were straightforward, his eyes were a bit evasive.

Tsuru chuckled lightly, shook her head in amusement, but still sat behind Sengoku, holding Sengoku's waist with both hands.

Sengoku straightened up immediately and froze in place.

"Aren't you going? Why are you staring blankly?" Tsuru reminded him.

Sengoku snapped back to reality, blushing at an angle Tsuru couldn't see. "Ahem, let's go, let's go."

Stepping on the gas pedal, Sengoku immediately drove off in one direction.

Meanwhile, near the edge of the city, Kizaru and Garp stood with arms crossed, some Marines behind them, looking at the thousands of people in front of them.

These people were all soldiers formed from the survivors of united camps, holding weapons in their hands. Among them were three leaders.

When Kizaru and Garp were looking at them, they were also looking at Kizaru and Garp.

Suddenly, one of them asked in a low voice, "Hey, do you think these guys will agree to our terms?"

"Don't worry, they will," the middle person said confidently. "You can tell they're official by their clothing. If they're official, they will care about the life and death of ordinary people. We can use this to negotiate. We're not asking for much, just some powerful abilities. That's not too much, right? They'll definitely agree."

"Yeah, you've seen how powerful they are, right? Don't you want that kind of strength in a doomsday world?"

"Of course I do, but I have a bad feeling."

"Relax, it'll be fine."

As they whispered to each other they remembered the immense strength the Marines had shown when they first met, and eagerness filled their eyes.

Suddenly, they heard the sound of a motorcycle.

"They're coming."

The person on the left reminded them, and several people turned their heads to look. It was Sengoku on a motorcycle.

However, compared to the others, when Garp looked over, his expression darkened instantly. He glared at Tsuru, who was sitting behind Sengoku, clenching his teeth and muttering, "Damn Sengoku, you went away!"

Especially when he saw Tsuru's hands gently holding Sengoku's waist, Garp felt a pang of jealousy.

Kizaru didn't notice Garp's expression, but he also saw Tsuru behind Sengoku and laughed teasingly. "Oh, Marshal Sengoku, is this old tree blooming in spring? This is truly a happy event."

"Oh?"

A faint voice sounded from the side. Garp said, "Kizaru, do you feel happy?"

Kizaru subconsciously turned his head and saw Garp's murderous eyes. He suddenly remembered the rumors at headquarters about Vice Admiral Garp, Marshal Sengoku, and Staff Officer Tsuru, and silently cursed himself.

He quickly took two steps back, and said in embarrassment, "Well, Vice Admiral Garp, ah, I actually want to laugh, you know? Really, I want to laugh right now because I think Marshal Sengoku riding a motorcycle looks funny. What do you think?"

"Really?"

"Really, truer than pearls."

Marshal Sengoku... This isn't what I want to say. It's really Vice Admiral Garp's fist that I can't bear.

Kizaru nodded like a chicken and silently apologized to Marshal Sengoku in his heart.

Seeing this, Garp snorted coldly, let Kizaru go, and then stared at Sengoku again, pondering whether he should find an excuse to fight Sengoku tonight.

Hmm, keep an eye on Sengoku's face. As long as that face is swollen, maybe Tsuru won't like him anymore, right?

No one knew what Garp was thinking.

With Sengoku and Tsuru's arrival, the three leaders of the survivors immediately approached, and one of them smiled and said, "Marshal Sengoku, so, what do you think? Will you agree? If so, I can disband the camp and bring everyone to join you."

"Agree?"

Sengoku smiled faintly and shook his head.

The three leaders' expressions changed slightly.

"What do you mean? You're not agreeing?"

"That's right, congratulations, you got it right."

Sengoku sneered and said, "I'll give you one last chance: disband your camp and submit to us, or die!"

"Make your choice!"

Hearing this, the three leaders looked at each other with gloomy faces, hesitating.

Originally, they had been sure that the Marines would agree, thinking that Kaos and the others seemed to care about ordinary people. But now, it conflicted with their expectations.

Suddenly, the middle leader whispered to the others, "It's a trick. They might be testing us, betting we'll surrender."

The others caught on. "You mean they're trying to make us bow to reality?"

"Exactly."

"So, we reject them?"

"Yes."

After their discussion, the three leaders turned to Sengoku and sneered under his gaze. "Is that so? Well, we've already said it—if you refuse, we'll fight to the death!"

With that, they signaled, and the survivors behind them immediately raised their weapons, aiming at Sengoku and the others.

They thought that now, seeing their determination, the Marines would compromise.

But the next moment, their hearts went cold.

Sengoku looked at them with an indifferent expression. "You're stubborn, don't know life from death. In that case, I'll fulfill your wish."

"Kill!"

At the command, the three leaders' faces turned pale with shock.

"What?"

These guys... they were serious?

They weren't bluffing at all?

Suddenly, fear rose in their hearts. They wanted to beg for mercy, but before they could speak, a figure appeared before them.

It was a CP member.

"Finger Pistol!"

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

With terrifying speed, the heads of the three survivor leaders exploded, pierced by Finger Pistol.

The massacre began.

The two sides weren't on the same level at all—a gap like heaven and earth.

After eliminating this group, only zombies remained in the city.

As for zombies, in Sengoku and his team's eyes, there was only one choice: 'death.'

By the end of the day, only a few zombies remained in the entire city, and they were all being cleared out!

This city was fully under Kaos's control.

Meanwhile, in the Pirate World.

The World Conscription was drawing to a close.

In the Five Elders' conference room, the elder with the sword glanced at the document in his hand, then set it down.

"The conscription is almost complete."

"Oh? How many troops have we recruited?"

"Three hundred thousand!"

"That's enough!"

"So, what's next?"

"Send them in."

"Three hundred thousand soldiers, all army, led by Kaos, to enter the Otherworld and conquer it!"

"Agreed!"

"Agreed!"

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[Give me your power stones guys and thank you.]