Chương 1526: On top of the war (138)

He knew very well that a peerless strong man like Rayleigh, who relied entirely on his own strength rather than the ability of the devil fruit, was not someone he could contend with at the moment.

Therefore, despite his reluctance, Blackbeard finally chose to remain in place and could only watch helplessly as Rayleigh successfully escaped with his coveted prey.

On the other side, the few hundred remaining defeated soldiers under Whitebeard also began to retreat.

The few remaining captains tried their best to break away from the Seven Warlords of the Sea who were chasing them and ran all the way to the port.

Not long after, Rayleigh finally arrived at the ship docked at the port.

He leaped onto the bow and shouted to the crew: "Quick, start the boat!"

As his shout fell.

The remaining remnants of the Whitebeard Pirates quickly took action without hesitation.

Today, the Whitebeard Pirates, which were once feared and domineering, have seen their crew numbers reduced to just over 300 people.

Among them, only five of the originally powerful squad captains were left alive, while many other brave and fearless members unfortunately died in the extremely brutal battle at the Marine Headquarters.

As the ship began to move slowly, the huge rock that had been hanging in the hearts of those who had successfully retreated back to the ship finally fell to the ground.

Everyone's eyes turned in the direction of the Navy Headquarters.

Right there, an extremely tall and mighty figure stood resolutely at the port, facing the countless fierce attacks that were surging like a tide.

However, even under such tremendous pressure and impact, the figure always stood firmly in place, like an indestructible mountain, with no signs of shaking or falling.

"Dad!"

Looking at Whitebeard's broad and tall back, all the crew members of the Whitebeard Pirates could no longer suppress the surging emotions in their hearts, and tears welled up in their eyes.

They knew very well that this separation might be their last.

At the same time, Rayleigh carefully placed the seriously injured Ace and Luffy on the deck, and let out a long sigh, trying to calm his breathing rhythm which was slightly disordered due to the intense battle.

He stared quietly at the Navy Headquarters which had almost turned into ruins, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief: this thrilling battle was finally coming to an end.

Gradually, the ship sailed farther and farther away from the port full of blood and killing.

However, at this moment!

Rayleigh's eyes suddenly widened and his pupils contracted rapidly.

His eyes were fixed on the vast and turbulent sea surface in the open sea.

Suddenly, a huge ship came into his sight.

The flag of the World Government was clearly displayed on that ship, fluttering in the wind.

As the distance gradually shortened, Rayleigh finally saw the faces of the people on the boat.

In an instant, he was stunned as if struck by lightning, his face full of disbelief and astonishment.

"This... How is this possible? He... He... He is not dead?"

Rayleigh muttered to himself, his voice trembling violently, as if he had seen the most incredible sight in the world.

Looking across the rough sea, Rayleigh stared at the figure standing at the bow of the ship in the distance.

The man had red hair that burned like flames, bright and dazzling, flying wildly.

He stood tall and straight like a pine tree, proudly standing on the bow, like the overlord of the ocean.

Looking more closely, this person's image is even more impressive.

The fiery red long hair was carefully braided into exquisite braids on both sides, adding a bit of wildness and unruliness.

There was a short stubble on his lips, revealing the unique charm of a mature man.

She was wearing a long-sleeved dress with a glittering fabric, and a snow-white scarf tied at the collar, fluttering gently in the wind.

There are eight buttons on each side of the front of the garment, four pairs of which are cleverly connected by chains, adding a sense of mystery to the entire outfit.

His hands were covered with dark gloves, as if hiding endless power.

He wore a pair of dark metal boots that shone with a cold light. Two dark leg straps were tied around his left thigh, making him look neat and tidy.

The most eye-catching thing is that on the left side of his waist hangs an exquisite Western sword.

The scabbard of the rapier was firmly fixed by circles of leather wrapped around his torso, like a loyal guard protecting his life.

"Shanks?"

Rayleigh's face was full of suspicion, as if he had seen the most incredible thing in the world. His eyes were wide open and his mouth was unconsciously wide open.

"No, it can't be him! It definitely can't be Shanks!"

Rayleigh muttered to himself and shook his head frantically and vigorously, as if he wanted to completely eradicate that terrible thought from the depths of his mind.

At this moment, his heart was filled with confusion and shock, and he could not believe what was happening before his eyes.

At this moment, the figure standing in the distance finally appeared clearly in front of everyone.

When he saw Rayleigh, who was also standing at the bow with a confused and astonished look on his face, the corners of his mouth actually rose slightly, slowly outlining a strange arc that seemed like a smile but not a smile.

"Pluto Rayleigh! I didn't expect to see you here..."

The man spoke in a deep and magnetic voice.

Looking closely, this person actually has a face very similar to Shanks, but his temperament is completely different.

It turns out that the man who looks exactly like Shanks is Shanks' brother, Shamrock.

Shamrock's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, revealing a frightening aura.

His eyes were fixed on Rayleigh, but he also did not let go of the remnants of the Whitebeard Pirates beside Rayleigh.

"Huh, are you planning to escape?"

Shamrock sneered and quietly placed his right hand on the gorgeous Western sword at his waist.

The hilt of the sword was inlaid with dazzling gems, and the sword body was flashing with cold light, as if it could easily cut off everything in the world with just a slight swing.

"Humph, I can't let you get away so easily. Otherwise, how am I going to explain this to the World Government?"

Shamrock narrowed his eyes slightly and murmured softly. Although his voice was soft, it sounded like the low moan of an evil spirit coming from the Nine Nether Hell, which was creepy and chilling.

At this moment, a dazzling scarlet light suddenly flashed in Shamrock's eyes, which were originally as calm as water. The light was hot and dazzling, just like a ball of raging fire that was burning fiercely and raging wildly.