AWB Chapter 322: I didn't get to see it!
Chapter 322: I didn't get to see it!
After that woman left
The tense atmosphere in the main hall began to subside.
Only Garin Sei's panting could be heard.
fear.
humiliation.
excruciating pain.
The three feelings mixed together sounded particularly awful in the empty hall.
Shamlock's frost mask twitched.
He was the first to rush up the steps.
The white cloak left afterimages as it swung.
My hands were shaking.
He wanted to help his father, whose body was charred black and emitting smoke, to his feet.
"Father! Are you alright?"
Shamrock's voice was urgent.
This is his only relative.
It was also his only support in this cold, holy place.
His hand touched Garin Saint's arm; his expensive tuxedo had turned gray, and his skin was a frightening dark red.
"Get out of here!"
Garin pushed Shamrock away.
The strong one can create a gust of wind.
He swayed a few times before regaining his balance, still convulsing from the excruciating pain in his body.
Supreme Commander of the Knights of God.
The head of the Figaland family.
He had never been so embarrassed in front of his subordinates, especially his own son.
The charred, dead skin peeled off like a snake shedding its skin.
The newly grown pink flesh beneath was revealed.
It originates from the immortality bestowed upon it by someone, and its physical body can regenerate.
But the resentment in his eyes could not be dispelled.
Garin Sei stared intently in the direction where the woman had disappeared.
His teeth were grinding together.
He hates.
I hate that woman.
They hate the "god" who gives the orders.
He hated his son even more for witnessing his disgraceful state.
But he dared not do anything that would disobey God!
And then there's that "rebellious son" in the new world who made him lose face.
"Operation suspended..."
Galin Sheng gritted his teeth, squeezing out each word through the gaps between his teeth, which tasted bloody.
"This isn't over! One day... one day I will settle these scores, one by one!"
Shamrock was pushed back a few steps.
He looked at his father's face, which was twisted like a ghost, and opened his mouth.
In the end, he lowered his head and reverted to being the cold and hard knight.
"Yes, Commander."
……
New world.
The island of the Red-Haired Pirates.
There is no luxurious coldness here, unlike the holy sites.
Only the sea breeze and the sun.
But the island, which should have been bustling with activity, is now as quiet as a grave.
On the deck of the Red Fosse, everyone was armed and the atmosphere was tense.
Raki Lu, who usually grabs meat with his mouth full of grease, is now holding a piece of meat in his hand.
It's been two hours.
I didn't take a single bite.
His smiling eyes were wide open, his forehead was covered in sweat, and his other hand was tightly gripping the gun at his waist.
The jewel was placed on the mast beam.
The sniper rifle was always pointed at the sea.
He suppressed his breathing to a minimum, mingling with the wind.
Ben Beckman leans against the ship's railing.
Cigarette butts piled up like a small mountain at his feet.
But the cigarette he was holding in his mouth remained unlit.
Two pairs of eyes, like swords, scanned the surface of the sea for any movement.
At the very front of the deck.
Hawkeye Mihawk sat on the gunwale, his black top hat pulled low.
He had already wiped the "Night" in his hand three times.
The black blade reflected a cold light in the sunlight.
Those eagle eyes were fixed on the horizon, as if trying to see through the sea.
The sun moved from the center to the west.
The sea breeze has cooled down.
As expected!
The Buster Call fleet didn't arrive.
The Knights of God didn't come either.
There wasn't even a trace of a World Government reconnaissance ship.
Only a few fearless seagulls flew by, cawing loudly.
This kind of waiting is more agonizing than fighting directly.
Shanks frowned.
He stood at the bow of the ship, his right hand gripping the hilt of the "Griffin" sword, his palm slightly damp.
The cloak whistled in the wind, but the person remained as still as a statue.
Something's not right...
Shanks muttered to himself.
The intuition of a top expert is correct.
The expected murderous intent never materialized.
Chen Ye sat on the high observation platform, his legs dangling in the air.
He held a gold coin in his hand, the reward for Hawkeye's actions.
"Zheng—"
Gold coins were thrown up high.
A golden light emerged.
It landed steadily on the back of his hand.
Chen Ye didn't look at the result; he just smiled.
"What happened?"
Shanks suddenly looked up at Chen Ye.
"Logically speaking, that old man's revenge should have come long ago. Given Garin's personality, he would never swallow this insult."
"Indeed, according to the script, this place should be under artillery fire by now."
Chen Ye looked at the gold coins and casually flicked them into the sea.
"It seems that some 'god' above 'god' has pressed the pause button."
"You mean...?"
Shanks' pupils contracted slightly as the image of the Void Throne flashed through his mind.
Chen Ye jumped down from the observation platform.
The soft sound startled the tense crew members around him, who all turned to look at him.
"Your life is now an important piece on the chessboard; it's not time to throw it away yet."
Chen Ye dusted himself off, walked up to Shanks, and spoke in a very soft voice.
"I've eliminated the biggest variable, Blackbeard, and the balance of the sea has been broken. It seems that sir still wants to keep you as a pawn to maintain that balance."
And there's Nika too!
When the word "Nika" was mentioned, Chenye's gaze drifted towards Wano Country.
That's the direction Luffy is heading.
Shanks' expression changed.
The heirs of free will.
Of course he knew what "Nika" was.
"Luffy?"
Shanks smiled, a bitter smile on his face.
The hand gripping the sword loosened.
"It seems I'm being used as a last resort."
"Clang!"
A crisp sound.
Hawkeye Mihawk stood up and slung the massive black sword "Night" back over his back.
His golden eyes swept over Shanks.
It seems they're not coming!