blenderwars Chapter 260: Revolutionary Army Base!
Chapter 260: Revolutionary Army Base!
Under the leadership of the dragon.
Several figures descended from the sky and landed on this land.
The dragon stands at the very front.
He turned to the side, his calloused hand reaching back to make a somewhat awkward but clear "please" gesture.
In that direction, there was only one huge weathered rock.
Zefa stopped in his tracks.
The former chief naval instructor surveyed his surroundings.
"snort."
A cold snort escaped from Zefa's nostrils, carrying undisguised mockery.
"Is this the famous headquarters of the Revolutionary Army?"
Zefa curled his lip in disdain, his eyes sharp as knives.
"I thought it was some kind of impregnable fortress, but it turns out to be a desolate place that even rats avoid."
He turned his head, his gaze piercing the dragon's back.
"They just hide in these dark places, barely surviving like bedbugs in the sewers."
"Is this what you call a revolution?"
The words were harsh.
Zephyr is a straightforward person; he hates pirates and the World Government that betrayed him.
But he also couldn't feel any goodwill towards the revolutionary army.
Aokiji Kuzan, standing next to him, reached out and pushed up his sunglasses.
He didn't speak.
It just yawned lazily, completely unconcerned about the harsh environment.
Despite Zephyr's sarcasm, the dragon did not falter in the slightest.
He didn't even turn around.
"Any period of dormancy is necessary in order to welcome the dawn."
The dragon's voice was eerily calm.
There was no anger, no explanation.
"Too much light will be swallowed by darkness."
"Only by gathering strength in the darkness can we tear through the long night at the moment of dawn."
After saying that, the dragon walked to the inconspicuous boulder.
Zefa narrowed his eyes.
He watched the dragon's retreating figure.
This man was more composed than he had imagined.
The dragon reached out and pressed its hand on a natural depression in the rock.
A deep rumble sounded.
A moment later
A deep, dark passage was revealed.
The passageway was not dark inside.
Soft light emanated from the walls on both sides, extending to the horizon.
This creates a stark and absurd contrast with the deathly desolation of the earth's surface.
"please."
The dragon took the lead and stepped into the throat leading underground.
Chen Ye smiled, put his hands in his pockets, and followed.
Zefa frowned, his words sharp but his actions decisive.
The blue pheasant hung at the very end, like a tourist.
As the group ventured deeper into the area...
Instead, an underground world has emerged.
"This is Baldigo's true colors."
Dragon led the three through the bustling central hall.
Wherever it passed, the noisy crowd instantly fell silent.
All eyes turned to them.
But when those gazes shifted to the three people behind the dragon, they instantly turned into fear, vigilance, and even hatred.
"That's 'Black Arm' Zephyr?!"
"And former Marine Admiral Aokiji?!"
"Good heavens, why did the leader bring them in?"
The soldiers instinctively gripped their weapons, their bodies tense, ready to engage in battle at any moment.
A hostile gaze was fixed on Zephyr.
He did not back down.
Instead, he straightened his back and glared back fiercely with his tiger-like eyes.
"What are you looking at! Don't you recognize me?!"
Zefa let out a low growl.
Several young revolutionary soldiers were so overwhelmed by this momentum that their faces turned pale, and they involuntarily took a few steps back, almost falling over.
"Zef, clean up the mess."
"Don't scare the children."
Zefa snorted coldly, withdrawing his aura, but the expression on his face remained as sour as a stone.
The group arrived at a heavy alloy door.
The door slowly opened.
This is the final checkpoint on the way to the core area.
Two people were standing behind the door.
One male and one female.
The man was a burly fish-man with orange-red skin, wearing a karate uniform, arms crossed, and a solemn expression.
The woman was human, with neat short orange hair, wearing goggles, and holding a writing board in her hand.
Fishman Hak.
Kerla.
They are already waiting here.
When the gate opened and they saw the three great gods behind the dragon, the two of them froze.
Kerla's fingers tightened suddenly.
This is an instinctive fear.
"leader"
Kerla's voice trembled.
She tried to stay calm, but her legs wouldn't obey her commands.
Her gaze lingered on Zefa's fierce-looking face for a second before she averted it as if she'd been electrocuted.
Then, she saw Aokiji.
The tall man was looking down at her from above his sunglasses.
His eyes were somewhat vacant.
She and Huck then instinctively took a half step back.
The boots on their feet made a screeching sound as they rubbed against the ground.
"Ah la la"
Aokiji sensed something, scratched his curly hair, and awkwardly put his hands back in his pockets.
"Sorry, I couldn't control myself."
The mere intimidation was enough to soak Kera's back in cold sweat.
This is the strength of the former general.
The mere unintentional leak of his aura was enough to make people lose the courage to resist.
Dragon glanced at Kelra.
"Take minutes of the meeting."
The dragon gave brief instructions.
"Yes, yes!"
Kerla gritted her teeth and forced herself to calm down.
She was a cadre in the revolutionary army.
You can't lose face in front of your guests.
She gritted her teeth and followed the crowd into the core conference room that symbolized the highest power of the revolutionary army.
The conference room is very large.
But the furnishings were shockingly simple.
A huge world map hangs on the wall.
The top is covered with red crosses and blue circles.
These were all places where war raged.
Long walked straight to the head seat at the end of the long table.
But he did not sit down immediately.
Instead, he turned around and looked at Chen Ye and the other two.
"Please sit down."
Chen Ye didn't stand on ceremony, pulled out the first chair on Long's left, and sat down with an air of authority.
Zefa sat next to Chenye.
Aokiji did not take a seat.
He looked around and finally walked to a dark corner of the conference room.
Stand with your back against the wall, cross your arms over your chest, and pull down the blindfold to cover your eyes.
He had the air of "I'm just a henchman, all I'm responsible for is fighting".
The atmosphere was very oppressive.
A young female revolutionary soldier walked in carrying a tray.
There were several cups of tea on the tray.
She walked cautiously to Zefa and handed him a glass of water.
Zefa didn't even look at the glass of water.
"Take it."
Zefa spoke coldly.
"I won't drink water from a rat's nest."
The female soldier was so frightened she almost dropped the tray and looked to the dragon for help.
The dragon remained expressionless.
Zefa's attitude was within his expectations.
The female soldier felt as if she had been granted a pardon. She quickly put her water cup on the table and then ran to Aokiji.
Aokiji did not refuse.
He extended his long, slender fingers and took the water glass.
Thanks.
His voice was languid and magnetic.
The female soldier blushed and quickly retreated.
Aokiji held the water glass and shook it in his hand.
But he didn't drink it.
I just held it in my hand and played with it.
The conference room door slowly closed.
The room fell into dead silence.
Chen Ye sat in the chair.
His posture was relaxed, even casual.
His gaze swept across the conference room.
Chen Ye's lips curled up slightly.
very funny.
The air here is thick with tension and oppression, even the smell of gunpowder.
But beneath these emotions, Chenye sensed something.
A tenacious and indomitable will, to break through the earth even when pressed under an abyss.
This is exactly what he needs.
The dragon finally sat down.
He sat in the main seat, his hands crossed, his elbows resting on the table.
He pressed his knuckles against his chin, obscuring the lower half of his face.
Only his eyes were visible.
Those were eyes like an eagle's.
It seems to be able to see into people's hearts.
His gaze did not linger on Zephyr, nor did it look at Aokiji in the corner.
From beginning to end.
His gaze was fixed firmly on Chen Ye.
This young man.
He is the biggest variable of this era.
The dragon is observing Chenye.
Chen Ye was also looking at the dragon.
Eyes facing each other.
After a long while.
The dragon finally spoke.
His voice was deep and powerful, echoing in the empty conference room, carrying an unquestionable authority.
"Mr. Tatsuba."
The dragon leaned forward slightly, its sharp eyes gleaming with scrutiny.
"Now."
"We can talk about your bargaining chips now."