"But defeating the world government does not mean defeating her." Lynch said, "She is still here. The problem has not been solved."

Robin said: "I think what Mr. Marshall means is that maybe she doesn't have to be solved."

"Yeah, yeah!" Joyboy nodded repeatedly, "That's what I'm saying!"

"That won't work, I have to fuck her!" Lynch was unhappy, "Our Robin and Hancock have suffered ten years in vain, how can we let her go like this?"

Robin is so angry and funny, obviously you are the one who is really suffering!

She sighed softly and looked at the few remaining images of Joyboy, "But you also said before that you gathered everyone's efforts and spent a hundred years to finally leave something on the final island...

...I think I should be able to think that what you think is left behind can be the last hope for those who come after you to defeat that impossible person. Right?"

Joyboy lamented: "You talk so convolutedly..."

He was silent for a while and said with a smile: "As for this, I think... I'd better keep a little bit of the last mystery. Go find it and find the last hope we leave to this world!"

"Can you rely on it to defeat the enemy and save the world? It depends on you! Is it too much to expect an old guy like me, who has been dead for hundreds of years, to give an accurate answer? Hahahaha...

"

Amidst the laughter, Joyboy's phantom smoke dispersed into red and black ripples, and in the impact of the diagonal storm, it twisted into a pattern that looked like a grin, but it quickly dissipated.

"The last hope..."

Lynch touched his chin, "Wait, is it that kind of thing?!"

…

Rumble!

Waves tens of meters high hit the shore, splashing white waves hundreds of meters high, but they were collectively ignored by the three-sword sword master, the gold-footed cook and the perverted shipwright.

"Just looking at these rough waves, it feels like the whole island is floating and swaying on the sea..."

Franky said to himself, "Seeing this kind of weather makes people feel a little itchy, and they want to build ships like crazy..."

"Yeah..." Sanji nodded, turned his head suddenly and said speechlessly, "When you see stormy weather, you want to build a ship. Do shipwrights have this kind of occupational disease?"

Sauron stood like a rock in the waves, muttering to himself: "We have to leave as soon as possible."

…

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

The stormy waves crashed onto the shore and washed away the rocks of Elbaf Island.

The black sea surface in the distance was floating in patches, and the sea level was no longer the smooth arc of the past, but undulating wavy lines... The sky was gloomy, the storm was roaring, and the rain was pouring.

Shanks stood on the bow of the ship and murmured to himself: "Odin, if I remember correctly, your Elbaf has a prophecy passed down from ancient times. What is it called?"

The warrior village chief of Elbaf scratched his beard that was soaked by the heavy rain and replied: "Well...it's called 'Twilight of the Gods'."

Click!

The sky was filled with lightning, and thunder gods rolled past.
Chapter completed!