[Marineford Naval Headquarters Marshal's Office]
"Who the hell do you think you are?!"
A thunderous roar exploded in the Marshal's office.
Sengoku slammed his hands on the desk, the Den Den Mushi in front of him was still vibrating, and foam formed at the corners of his mouth - he had just finished several rounds of calls, and his emotions were like a volcano.
The young man standing in front of him stood straight, with his hands in his pockets and a calm look in his eyes.
It was the culprit who "escaped unscathed after a one-on-one fight with Whitebeard"—
Vice Admiral Rogge, Chief of G-5 Branch.
Lei Te stood by the door with his head down, the corners of his mouth twitching, and he felt like he was stepping on a powder keg in his heart.
He knew very well that Sengoku's anger at this moment was not only out of order, but also out of shock and fear.
"You trespassed into the Four Emperors' territory without permission, challenged Whitebeard, and even deployed Admiral-level combat power!"
"Do you know what you are doing?!"
"One wrong decision and the balance will be lost - and war will break out!"
Sengoku's voice grew louder and louder, veins popping out of his forehead, "How many people do you want buried with you?!"
Rogge raised his eyes, his tone calm but sharp as a blade:
"I know."
"But that's why I want to do it."
He stepped forward, his eyes fixed on Sengoku like cold stars:
"So-called 'balance' has never been about justice."
"It's just a fig leaf, an excuse to maintain the status quo when you can't solve the problem."
He glanced at everyone in the room, his voice low but like the beating of a drum:
"Who is really disrupting the order of this ocean?"
"It's Shichibukai, the Black Hand incarnate."
"It's the Four Emperors, who are secretly dividing their own territories."
"It's the Pirates, using the civilian village as a testing ground."
"You keep talking about balance, but you turn a blind eye to their expansion."
"And I—I just did what you dared not and were unwilling to do."
"eliminate!"
The air seemed to stagnate.
Lei Te broke out in a cold sweat and gently reminded him, "Boss...if you keep saying that, you'll really be transferred."
Garp bit into a senbei and looked out the window, not saying a word, but not showing any surprise either.
This was Sakazuki's nephew, he knew.
He not only inherited the destructiveness of magma, but also inherited the rigid belief of not turning.
Sengoku gritted his teeth and lowered his voice, which was even colder:
"You are challenging the Marine system."
Rogge snorted:
"I'm cleaning up the system."
"Clearing up those 'historical issues' that should have been dealt with long ago."
Sengoku's expression grew increasingly grim.
He slammed the papers down. "Do you know how much trouble you've gotten yourself into?! Do you know what the world thinks of you?!"
"——Rabid Dog! Time Bomb!"
Rogge smiled gently, not anxious or impatient:
"What they want is an obedient lackey, not someone who can put an end to the chaos."
"And I—" his eyes were bright, "was born to put an end to the 'Great Pirates Era'."
The atmosphere was dead silent, with only the howling sea breeze outside the window, as if the entire Marine executive team had been torn apart by the storm raised by this young man.
a long time.
Sengoku closed his eyes and exhaled deeply.
"How many years do you think Whitebeard has left?"
"You really...see through him?"
Rogge nodded without hesitation:
"I already have a clear understanding of his injuries and drug reactions."
"In a few years, if he doesn't die in battle, he will die of illness."
"But until then—he is still the 'Four Emperors', still an enemy the sea cannot withstand."
Sengoku said nothing more.
He closed his eyes, as if he was going through some kind of struggle and compromise in his heart.
After a while.
He spoke slowly, his voice low and hoarse:
"…Get out."
"From today onwards, the G-5 Fleet is not allowed to leave the island without orders."
Rogge turned around, chuckled, and left only one sentence:
"We never sail on orders—we sail on justice."
Rhett followed quickly out, leaving the three people in the room in silence.
"Bang!!"
The door trembled and closed, and the echo was like waves.
Sengoku leaned back in his chair slumped, a vein on his forehead still visible.
Garp looked up, biting the senbei and whispered:
"This brat... is indeed even tougher than Sakazuki."
Vice Admiral He pondered for a moment, his eyes deep:
"But that's why he is——"
"The man most likely to bring an end to the 'Great Pirates Era'."
Sengoku didn't say anything, but just looked out the window at the sparkling sea, his heart restless for a long time.
He knows.
This world will eventually usher in a "reckoning of wind and blood."
And that young man named Rogge... was the blade at the beginning.
Mariejois Five Elders Chamber
On the heavy long table, a red "confidential intelligence" was slowly placed down, the ink still wet on the signature at the end - CP0 Special Report.
"What did you say?"
The middle-aged man with a long white beard frowned, his voice filled with incredible suppressed anger.
Across from him, the thin Five Elders closed the file, his eyes deep behind his glasses:
"That's right. G-5 Branch Chief Rogge single-handedly entered the New World Whitebeard waters, engaged Edward Newgate... and escaped unscathed."
The blond Five Elders slowly put down the quill in his hand and narrowed his eyes:
"Whitebeard didn't pursue?"
"No." The thin old man shook his head, "Instead, he retreated with his sons."
The room was so quiet in an instant that you could hear a pin drop.
Only the candle named "History" beside the table was flickering slightly.
After a moment, Five Elders, wearing a black coat, spoke coldly:
"This Rogge... if it were eight hundred years ago, he would have been dubbed a 'natural enemy'."
Another person continued:
"But now—everything he does is beneficial to the World Government."
"He eliminated the Pirates, weakened the Four Emperors, and cracked down on the Shichibukai... Even the ocean trade routes became more stable thanks to his crackdown."
The blond Five Elders pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, his expression calm as usual:
"So...don't interfere."
"Continue to observe."
His tone was neither hurried nor slow, but his words were as devastating as ice and snow.
The four of them looked at each other.
"Second."
"Second."
"Second."
"Second."
——The five people agreed.
G-5 Branch Tactical Conference Room
The night is as dark as ink and the stars are silent.
But at this moment, the G-5 Iron Tower Fortress was brightly lit, like a striking statue of the God of War, shining solemnly in the darkness of the New World.
Less than an hour after returning, the entire G-5 branch had completed the special combat assembly order.
Inside the huge tactical conference hall, hundreds of elite marines gathered, wearing steel helmets and armor, sitting solemnly.
The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood returning from the front lines, as if the reverberations of the battlefield were still echoing in the hall.
And at this moment——
In front of the podium, Rhett's face was full of passion and his blood was boiling.
His fists clenched, his voice hoarse, the shock of watching Whitebeard fight still burning in his mind:
"That kind of battle... that kind of devastating oppression... Damn it, Laozi will never forget it!"
The high-level combat team behind him had already returned to their positions.
Lightning gently meandered on the high seat. Enel, dressed in a white robe, held a staff in one hand, surrounded by lightning, like a god of thunder.
He narrowed his eyes, as if listening to the heartbeat of the entire branch, but his expression was cold and murderous.
Not far away, a black robe was fluttering, following like a shadow.
It was Shiryu of Rain, the famous sword "Thunderstorm" on his waist trembled slightly, as if it was thirsty for blood.
He exhaled a puff of smoke, looked at the tactical map, and muttered to himself:
"Compared to Impel Down... the air here feels more like a battlefield."
On the other side, Ein, dressed in a blue and white combat uniform and with a cool and elegant figure, stood silently, his eyes fixed on the main stage.
The big sharp sword "Qiu Shui" on her waist is as quiet as the abyss at this moment, but only those who know can feel the subtle fluctuations of sword intent caused by its recognition of its master.
Near the back row, Binz, wearing a dark green cloak, lowered his eyes and twisted vines around the ring with his fingers.
He is the G-5's poison blade and forerunner of the breach, silent but deadly.
At this moment, this group of people are looking in the same direction.
——Xuanlin Vice Admiral Rogge.
He stood at the highest point of the tactical platform, his windbreaker fluttering, his eyes as cold as the sharp moon in the night sky.
He remained silent, but beneath his feet was a projection of a map of the entire New World situation.
"This storm at sea has already reached us."
The sound was not loud, but it penetrated the entire conference hall, like the sound of thunder and drums, striking into the hearts of every soldier.
"New World will no longer be 'Pirates' Paradise.'"
"What we need to do is not to defend, not to contain."
"But rather—purge."
The whole audience was silent and their breathing was held.
Rogge slowly walked down the platform, his steps as hard as iron, his voice sharp:
"From today on, the G-5 will officially enter the 'combat capability reconstruction period.'"
"All members will undergo continuous rotation training: breaking limits training, actual combat capabilities, tactical coordination, and decisive battle simulations."
"Every team's standard Commodore redefines—"
He stretched out his hand and made a swipe, and several target symbols appeared on the map projection:
"Can hunt supernovas, can destroy Pirate bases, can kill Pirate high-ranking officials."
An uproar!
This is... an extraordinary standard!
But no one showed any fear.
These people have long been accustomed to tempering their souls in a sea of fire and establishing their authority on a mountain of corpses.
Lei Te grinned and raised his fist suddenly:
"Then can I go beat that b*****d Dover half to death first and then come back to eat?!"
Laughter suddenly erupted in the conference hall, and murderous intent and blood passion intertwined into a boiling wave.
Enel sighed and rolled his eyes. "Let's see if you have enough stamina to last ten minutes, stupid cow."
Yuzhi Shiryu curled the corners of his mouth and remained silent.
Ian simply glanced at Leiter and said calmly, "Noise."
Binz narrowed his eyes and smiled. The vines silently wrapped around the chair legs and tightened quietly...
But Rogge didn't smile.
He slowly raised his right hand and spread out his five fingers.
"boom--!"
The air seemed to freeze in an instant, and a heavy feeling of oppression as heavy as a mountain suddenly descended, sweeping across the entire venue.
Everyone was shocked at the same time, as if they were facing Shura!
But that intention was not a threat, but a call.
Summon a group of warriors who will break the shackles of the times with blood and justice.
"This isn't 'special training'; this is the hardening before the World-shattering War."
"From today on, you are no longer 'Marine'."
"You are the black blade of righteousness, the blade of justice."
"The end will be determined by us."
The lights on the ceiling went out one by one, leaving only the names of the Pirates flashing on the tactical projection.
The last ray of light fell on Rogge, like a battle flag fluttering in the wind, burning with a solemn flame.
Behind him stood——
An entire Marine Justice Army that is powerful enough to shake the world!