Chapter 802

Darren felt that he had gradually touched upon some secret.

The fog that shrouded his eyes seemed to be gradually dispersing.

The top combat power in this world can easily destroy mountains and tear the earth apart, and even rely on certain specific devil fruit abilities to trigger amazing natural disasters to the extent of breaking islands.

But no matter what kind of combat power or ability, it is impossible to make a medium-to-large island, or a country, disappear from the world map out of thin air.

This is a very scary picture.

Darren stared at Roger in front of him, and said firmly:

"Roger, since it was not Rocks, not you, not Garp who wiped out the Valley of the Gods... Since none of you have such ability, then there is only one answer."

Roger glanced at Darren and pretended to be stupid:

"During the outbreak of the Valley of the Gods incident, the Navy launched the Demon Slayer Order, and the executor was Zhan Guo."

Darren shook his head and said:

"I know much more about the value of the Demon Slayer Order than you do. Don't forget that I have personally carried out the Demon Slayer Order operation."

"Five headquarters lieutenants, five warships and thousands of elite troops are definitely not enough."

"The Demon Slayer Order can indiscriminately bomb a country or island into ruins... but it is impossible to make an entire country completely disappear in the sea."

"So Roger, what happened in the Valley of the Gods back then?"

Hearing this, Roger's eyes moved slightly, and he was silent for a few seconds, smiling and taking a sip of wine.

"You don't want to know."

Darren couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Riddler... all deserved to die!

"You should go."

Roger smiled and pointed to a place not far away.

In that direction, Zefa, who was lying on the ground, had cracked lips trembling slightly, and was about to wake up from his coma.

Darren was stunned and asked in confusion:

"Didn't you say we were going to have a fight?"

Roger laughed:

"Forget it, if there is a chance, we'll do it next time."

He winked at Darren and raised the bottle.

"You haven't recovered from your injuries yet, right? It's not fun to fight like this."

"Wait until you have completely recovered from your injuries, and deal with all the messy things on your side. When you have no worries, we will find a chance to have a good fight."

Darren pondered for a moment.

"Okay."

He laughed and raised the bottle.

The two clinked their glasses.

Bang!

The light green bottles collided in mid-air.

The amber liquor rippled and splashed, reflecting a heroic color under the sunlight.

At this moment, the two most vicious criminals in the world today smiled at each other.

He raised his head and drank.

On the Oro Jackson in the distance,

Baki, Shanks and a group of members of Roger's pirate group lay on the edge of the ship, staring at the scene with their eyes wide open, and they couldn't believe their eyes.

"This is wrong..."

"Captain Roger, he was drinking with that bastard."

"Too weird."

"..."

Rayleigh sat on the deck, leaning against the railing quietly, his eyes half-closed, and a drunken look appeared on his face.

Near him, Jabba sighed softly with a bottle of wine in his hand.

In the cabin of the pirate ship, a figure with a broken arm in a samurai costume was already drunk.

...

Seeing Darren leave with Zefa and disappear in the distant sky.

Roger leaned against a big rock, sat on the ground without any posture, and slowly exhaled a foul breath.

"I thought you would tell him the answer directly?"

At some point, Rayleigh came behind him and handed him a bottle of beer.

Roger smiled and shook his head:

"If you know the answer too early, life will be meaningless."

He unscrewed the beer, took a few gulps, and looked up at the sky with a flushed face.

"Besides, what can I do even if I know the answer?"

"The real foundation of eight hundred years, that kind of power is not something that the kid can contend with now."

Hearing this, Rayleigh seemed to remember something, a haze flashed in his eyes, and he fell silent.

"We thought it was a one-time power."

Roger suddenly grinned, his eyes turned red, and tears flowed out.

He supported his knees with one hand and staggered to his feet.

The cool sea breeze blew across his face, blowing Roger's blood-red captain's cloak to flutter and rustle.

He stood there quietly, looking at the endless blue sea in the distance, lost in thought.

"Rayleigh, do you still remember what little Charlie predicted?"

Roger suddenly said.

Rayleigh thought for a moment and nodded:

"The mermaid princess will be born in 10 years... According to our interpretation of the historical text, she is the legendaryAncient weapon "Sea King" Poseidon. "

"That's right,"

Roger took a sip of wine, and his low voice dissipated in the sea breeze.

"I heard that 'voice', 'kings' will meet each other in the end."

"Someone who has not yet been born will surpass us in the future."

He laughed out loud.

In the heroic and unrestrained laughter, there was an indescribable bitterness.

"We came too early, I am like this, and Darren is the same..."

"This is a cruel fact that no one can change. "

He staggered and suddenly fell backwards.

Rayleigh was startled, but immediately realized that Roger was just drunk, so he was relieved.

At dusk,

The Pirate King, who was worshipped and pursued by countless people and conquered the Grand Line, lay there drunkenly like a naughty child, holding an empty bottle in his hands, smiling and muttering:

"I really want to live in the same era with you, Joey Boy..."

Whether in the past or in the future.

Unfortunately, I don't have time.

——

At the same time.

Red Earth Continent.

Holy Land Mari Kia.

The deepest part of Pangu City.

A crown-wearing man , a slender figure in a white robe stood quietly in the ancient secret room.

Dust flew in the dim secret room, and photos were hung on the gray-black walls.

Most of the photos had been corroded by time and became mottled and wrinkled.

The most shocking thing was that these photos had one thing in common.