aircannonsinc Chapter 131 What? You're planning to write the Mahabharata?
Chapter 131 What? You're planning to write the Mahabharata?
Chapter 131 What? You're planning to write the Mahabharata?
Besides Crocodile, other Black Faction factions also reacted in their own ways.
Smoker was reading a newspaper in a corner of the rainforest, his brow furrowed. He wasn't interested in the conflict of faiths, but the history proclaimed by the Pharaoh made him instinctively feel that the situation was serious, far beyond ordinary pirate battles.
Blackbeard laughed heartily in the shadows, finding it increasingly amusing; chaos was the ladder he climbed.
The count elegantly wiped the wine glass and commented.
"Oh, this pharaoh who used his own legend as a weapon to stir up waves of thought is quite an interesting character in the play."
When Lucci woke up in the temporary naval hospital and learned the news, his face grew even colder.
His role as CPO made him extremely sensitive to anything that could potentially shake the foundations of the world government's rule.
Doflamingo looked at the intelligence report, his eyes flickering behind his sunglasses, seemingly plotting something.
The other Shichibukai, including Boa Hancock and Moria, were more shocked and wary, realizing that the scale of this war had far exceeded their imagination.
The world order was indeed disrupted by the Pharaoh's words.
The scene returns to Katariya, to the Radiant Great Complex Temple.
Just as an undercurrent of internal belief shift was brewing.
A huge whale ship—the Moby Dick—finally slowly approached the coast, and the group arrived at the outer perimeter of the temple.
Many people looked up at the magnificent temple, a flash of shock crossing their eyes.
Because there are more important things for them to care about now.
Ace and Karna were the first to jump off the ship, followed by the Whitebeard Pirates who carefully carried the heavily injured Whitebeard on a stretcher.
Whitebeard's condition is indeed not optimistic.
Yudai Hassan's cursed attack, combined with his old age, frailty, and old injuries from the previous Devil Fruit outburst, left even the world's strongest man incredibly weak.
The ship's doctors were at a loss, and the treatment of inflammation by Marco and others had limited effect.
"Dad! Hang in there! We're here! The magician will definitely have a way!" Ace said anxiously.
When Whitebeard was carried off the boat.
Despite his weakness, he immediately spotted the familiar figure in the red vest in the crowd—Gol...
D. Roger!
Although it exists in the form of a heroic spirit, its aura and feeling are absolutely genuine!
Roger also saw the white beard, and their eyes met in the air, transcending life and death and time.
There was no tension, only a complex sense of mutual respect and admiration between heroes.
Roger stepped forward, looked at his old rival's pale face, and unusually, put away his smile, patting his broad arm.
"Newgate, you look really bad. Let Shanks's Heroic Spirit take a look at you."
"Don't actually die like that, that would be too boring."
The white-bearded man managed a weak smile.
"Kuralalala—Roger. I never thought I'd see you again, you bastard. And I never expected it to be in this kind of situation."
Before he could finish speaking, he was struck by another violent cough.
Without delay, everyone carried the white-bearded man to the temporary medical room set up inside the temple.
Upon entering the infirmary, Whitebeard witnessed an even more interesting sight.
On the huge hospital bed to the left lay Kaido of the Beasts, his chest wrapped in bandages, still unconscious.
With his arm bandaged, he stood guard beside Quinn at her hospital bedside.
When they saw the white-bearded man, they were first startled, then nodded to him as a sign of respect for the elder.
On the right is a specially made sea stone cage, inside which is the equally seriously injured and unconscious Big Mom Charlotte Linlin, who is also enormous!
Adding to this, Shanks, whom he had just seen outside, and his own white beard, were both taken aback at first, then he couldn't help but let out a deep and hearty laugh.
Although the laughter aggravated his wounds, the excruciating pain did not interrupt his laughter.
"Kurararara!! This is interesting! This is so interesting!!"
"Navy, World Government, did you see that?! The four Emperors of the sea have all gathered here in this way?!"
"Although the two were seriously wounded prisoners—but really—.Kurarara—"
"I never imagined that after a lifetime of roaming the seas, I'd end up fighting the World Government alongside that bastard Roger's Heroic Spirit, that red-haired brat, Kaido, and Big Mom?!"
"Dilth, you bastard, this damn Holy Grail War is—so much fun!! Hahaha, cough! cough!"
Amidst hearty and complex laughter, Whitebeard was wheeled into the treatment room and handed over to Merlin, who was already prepared.
Meanwhile, Ace and Karna were invited to the main hall of the temple.
Ramses II, seated high on his throne, addressed Karna directly.
"Son of the Sun, I have experienced your radiance and power deeply."
"However, in this kind of war, intelligence is paramount. I have already offered a preliminary suggestion."
"Are you willing to proclaim your true name and deeds, even the magnificent epic poem, the Mahabharata, to the world?"
"Use this truth to combat nihilism, and in the name of your charity and the sun, you will surely attract more lost souls."
Karna's golden eyes were calm as still water, and he nodded slightly.
"If this is the Master's and allies' intention, then I have no objection. There is no need to hide my life story; I am just an ordinary person."
"But if it were the Mahabharata, the heroes and heroines in it would surely shake the world."
He paused, then looked at Merlin beside him.
"However, the content described here is so vast that relying solely on oral accounts or simple roll-ups would be inefficient and difficult to disseminate widely."
"Your Excellency Magician, do you possess any remarkable magic tricks involving copying or rapid writing?"
Merlin was twirling a petal, about to speak.
Just then, a burst of laughter, melodious and dramatic like that of a stage play, came from outside the main hall.
"Hahaha! What a brilliant topic! To record legends and spread epics—this is the highest significance of our existence as writers!"
The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and saw a man wearing a soft hat and holding a quill pen.
He strode in with an elegant, flamboyant gait, a fervent and dramatic smile on his face.
It is Caster—
—William Shakespeare!
Behind him followed a man wearing a pink feather coat, sunglasses, and a signature wicked smile.
It's Don Quixote Doflamingo!
The red team members instantly became alert, and the sound of weapons being drawn echoed throughout the room.
Doflamingo raised his hands, making a harmless gesture, and said with a wicked smile.
"Don't be nervous, everyone. I'm just here with my overly curious writer to bring you a big gift."
Shakespeare, however, completely ignored the tense atmosphere, his gaze fixed on Karna as if he had seen the most perfect subject for his creative work.
His voice trembled with excitement.
"Son of the Sun! Hero of Giving! Tragic Hero of Mahabharata!"
"Your story! Your life! It's the perfect dramatic material God could give me! Please allow me to!"
"I, William Shakespeare, will pen your epic poem, presenting it to the world in the most magnificent, moving, and captivating way!"
He opened his arms wide, proclaiming it with the fervor of someone embracing inspiration.
"Copy? Write? Oh, that's too easy! The moment for my Noble Phantasm to be unleashed has arrived, and thunderous applause is due here!" (First)
Folio! It was born for this purpose!
"As long as you're willing to tell your story, I can instantly transform it into countless scripts, spreading throughout the streets and alleys!"
"What is your opinion, His Majesty the Pharaoh, and all the heroes and valiant warriors? I am willing to lend a hand!"
Doflamingo added with a laugh, "That's right, we can help. After all, isn't it more interesting to watch the world become even more chaotic?"
Inside the main hall, all was silent.
No one expected that the Black Faction member who had given Kaido the Command Seals would not leave the stage and would instead summon a Heroic Spirit.
They actually offered to help the Red Team in this way!
What could his purpose be? What could he be plotting?
What? Are you planning to write the Mahabharata?