Allen grinned, but his eyes were as sharp as knives. "It's no big deal, I just want to ask you... there is Table Flip Plan, do you want to do it?"
His words were concise and concise, but powerful. "Target, Holy Land Marijoa. Target, kick Imu and those Celestial Dragons off their thrones! Time, the sooner the better, I suggest one month later! Final Battle!"
There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.
The mechanical "click" sound in the background seemed to pause.
It was as if the mute button had been pressed. The air seemed to freeze.
Just when Allen thought the signal was cut off, Dragon's hoarse, yet decisive voice sounded, penetrating a long distance. "... the risk... is huge. World Government's background... is unfathomable."
"... but..." the tone suddenly became heavier, like a whisper before a storm.
"... It's worth a try! For True Dawn... this Final Battle... we Revolutionary Army... accepted it!"
"One month later! Holy Land Marijoa!"
The two quickly exchanged preliminary ideas. Revolutionary Army was responsible for Global Power Mobilization, intelligence support, Ground Forces Liberate Slaves and secondary battlefields.
Allen is responsible for Integrate New World Pirate Elite Forces and provides strategic support such as Spatial Projection.
The basic framework and emergency contact information were determined.
Allen hung up the still-squirming Dancing Banana Den Den Mushi. The casualness and fatigue on his face disappeared, replaced by the burning Fighting Spirit and the cold edge.
He stood up and looked into the distance in the direction of Red Line, which symbolized the peak of World Government's power. The corner of his mouth curled up with a dangerous and exciting arc, as if he had already seen Imu's shocked face.
"Imu... old woman..."
"Wash your butt and wait!"
"This time... it's me who stabs you! If you don't stab me enough, I will take your last name!"
Allen's harsh words are quite down to earth.
The Vengeance Fire in his eyes calmed down slightly, and his rationality returned.
He stretched out his muscles and felt that his waist was no longer so sore.
Allen thought in his mind, "Revolutionary Army has done it... Next, it's time to visit those old friends New World... Kaido that drunkard... Shanks that Face-Fruit User... and... Whitebeard..."
Thinking of Whitebeard, Allen's eyes softened for a moment, but were immediately replaced by firmness.
The afterglow of the setting sun stretched Allen's figure very long on the ruins.
Behind him is the bustling Hachinosu Island under reconstruction, and in front of him is Rough Seas, leading to the sea of New World Path of the Strong.
He took a step forward, his figure blended into the space and disappeared.
Only a whisper was left in place and drifted away in the wind, "Unification New World... Let's start from today."
Beast Domain·Onigashima!
The huge body of Kaido is entrenched in the wine pool and the meat forest, surrounded by Gifters who has fallen on the ground and the drunk Flying Six.
The air was filled with a strong smell of low-quality alcohol.
The figure of Allen appeared directly in front of Kaido's huge body and said straight to the point, "Lao Deng, fight Celestial Dragons, do you want to do it?"
Kaido raised his eyelids with drunken eyes, and blew out two streams of white smoke smelling of alcohol from his huge nostrils. "Uh huh hiccup... hiccup World Government?"
He shook his huge head and seemed to wake up for a moment. The haze of being plotted by World Government flashed in his eyes, which was then covered up by drunkenness.
"Interesting! I've long been unhappy with those losers with bubbles on their heads! Hiccup..."
He stretched out his finger and pointed at the mountain of wine barrels next to him, "As long as... the wine pipe is enough! Uh-huh-huh! Jhin! Queen! Get ready... burp... for war!".
Allen sighed inwardly, "It's easier to deal with a drunkard than I thought. It's just the quality of the air... Tsk."
Allen waved his hand in disgust, dispelling the alcohol smell, and disappeared instantly.
Red-Haired Territory·Red Force!
On the sunny sea surface, Red-Haired Pirates is holding a small banquet.
Shanks was holding a wine glass and chatting and laughing with Beckman, Yasopp and others in a relaxed atmosphere.
The space rippled like water waves. Allen stepped forward, sat directly on the empty wine barrel next to Shanks, and picked up a bottle of wine without ceremony.
"Shanks, one month later, Mary Geoise, flip the table, are you coming?"
Allen took a sip of wine and got straight to the point.
Shanks was stunned for a moment, and then his iconic heroic smile broke out on his face.
He raised the wine glass in his hand and touched it lightly with the Allen wine bottle, making a crisp sound.
The golden glow of the setting sun fell on his red hair, his eyes were sharp and full of expectation. "For Dawn of a New Era? Allen... You really did not disappoint me! Cheers!"
He raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, turned to First Mate and shouted, "Beckman! Did you hear that? One month later, the target is Mary Geoise! It's time for our ship to pay a visit to Holy Land!"
Beckman calmly blew out a smoke ring and raised an imperceptible arc at the corner of his mouth. "Understood. Everyone, prepare to enter Level 1 Combat Readiness."
Red-Haired Pirates Everyone stopped laughing instantly and their eyes became extremely serious.
Allen smiled, "Thank you, brother."
Then the figure merged into the space again.
The joining of the two Yonko is like two huge weights, weighing heavily on Allen's Scale.
The power of New World begins to converge towards the goal of overturning the world.
The ship Allen was on approached the huge whale ship floating on the calm sea - Moby Dick.
The sea breeze carries the familiar smell of sea salt.
Allen did not use Space Ability to "flash" directly to the deck. Instead, he stopped on the sea not far from the side of the ship and raised his hand to signal to the ship. A clear and smiling voice was transmitted to everyone on the ship through Space Tremor: "Friends of Whitebeard Pirates, Gol D. Allen, request to come on board for a visit!"
Marco who was in Crow's Nest turned around and shouted at Whitebeard, "Father! It's Allen! He asked to board the ship!"
Whitebeard was lying on a huge exclusive chair, with several infusion tubes inserted into his body, and his face looked sickly pale.
Hearing the sound, he was stunned for a moment, and then burst out into loud laughter. "Gu la la la! Is that the kid?! He became a big shot, chopped off Linlin, but learned to be polite? Gu la la la! Interesting! Marco, let him come up!"
The laughter was a little less energetic, but the passion was still there.
The deck instantly became quiet, and all crew members, from Captain to ordinary crew members, stopped what they were doing.
Emotions of nervousness, curiosity, excitement, and awe are intertwined.
Jozu's body is slightly diamond Hardening, Vista's hand pressed on the handle of the knife and then released it, Thatch's movement of wiping the knife stopped... Allen's growth path is so legendary, especially his record of "killing Big Mom in two moves". Even if they knew Allen when they were young, they would still feel uneasy at this moment.
While waiting for Allen to step onto the deck, Whitebeard looked at the sky with cloudy eyes, with a trace of a reminiscence smile on his lips.
Several images come to mind.