Rocks Band: I have 48 Imperial Arms.

Chapter 167: The Final Banquet, the Curtain Falls and the Beginning!

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Locke looked at the approaching figure with a strange, indescribable expression on his face.

Her skin was very fair and delicate.

As she moved, the weapon trembled, its impact force far exceeding expectations.

She captivated countless men.

At the very least, it's the type that countless people admire.

Otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to form alliances with countless powerful forces and strong individuals on his own, to have offspring with them, and to create such an exaggerated network of relationships that it was comparable to most of the underworld.

but.

Locke looked at Lingling, who was so close to him, but he couldn't muster any interest whatsoever.

Don’t say anything else.

Just the sheer number of children and descendants she had afterward—more extravagant than a football team, almost comparable to a reinforced company—was enough to make Locke's scalp tingle and make him feel overwhelmed.

Not to mention.

Looking at her face now, Locke could always imagine what would happen in the future, like Big Mom, who would be like a mountain of flesh.

The "March 20th" era...

That's a real butcher's knife.

Not just pigs.

They even fatten up pigs to slaughter them, which is ridiculous.

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The sun was slightly slanted.

Night was gradually approaching.

A magnificent sunset began to appear on the horizon.

The crimson color is like the sun shyly hiding behind the clouds, and the fiery afterglow seems to burn away all the old and welcome the new with a completely new state.

Under the last rays of the sun.

The people on the floating island finally lit a bonfire.

The raging flames dispelled the darkness. On the floating island torn apart from the Valley of the Gods, there were ruins everywhere. Every piece of wood that could be easily dismantled was precious, so there was no need to worry about running out of fuel.

Around the campfire.

Plenty of barbecue, fine wine, and other rare finds are available everywhere here.

The last banquet, a tacit understanding among everyone.

They brought out their best supplies and visited various places at will, and no one felt it was extravagant or wasteful.

Barbecue, gourmet food, and all sorts of rare dishes are available.

There's absolutely no need to worry about not having enough food.

The buildings on this floating island contain an unknown amount of high-quality food. Even if they ate to their hearts' content, it would be enough to enjoy for one or two years before they could consume half of it.

Celestial Dragons! That's how extravagant they are.

If you really don't have any, just go to a nearby town and get some.

They were all top-tier experts; this kind of thing was a piece of cake for them.

Lingling was directing her Homitz.

They brought in truckloads of desserts, one after another, in a continuous stream.

"..."

Locke had bright, piercing eyes.

Watching her frantically inhale, I finally understood how Lingling became BIGMOM.

They're all calorie bombs; it would be strange if she didn't become a mountain of flesh.

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"Good wine! It tastes amazing! It's so delicious..."

"Come on! Let's have a drinking contest! I'm the King of Wine today!"

"Bullshit! I'm the one who drank the most! Cheers! Hahaha... another one..."

"Wow! How could you fall down like that? That's so lame! Not enough, not enough! Get up and keep going..."

"Leaving now? You have to down three bottles first!!"

"..."

The smell of alcohol permeated the banquet.

Following the campfire.

Everyone was singing and dancing, making a huge fuss.

After briefly setting aside ambition and wariness, one can let alcohol numb their senses for a moment, entering a relaxed and indulgent mode. Under the influence of alcohol, everyone seems to become an open and honest friend.

They kept drinking and competing.

Amidst the clinking of glasses, the aroma of alcohol spread, filling the entire banquet with a sweet fragrance.

"Caramel Macchiato..."

"Chocolate-filled liqueurs..."

"Lava chocolate cake..."

"Strawberry cream puff with red wine..."

"Delicious...delicious...more...more...it's so good..."

Lingling, who was devouring dessert after dessert, leaned against the side. The alcohol in the dessert and the glasses of wine next to her made her monstrous body start to become dizzy, and her vision blurred.

"Locke!"

"Come on, do it!"

"Next time! Next time I'll definitely beat you!"

Kaido staggered over, clearly quite drunk, and, carrying a large gourd, challenged Locke to a drinking contest.

The word "wine" marked on the gourd is very eye-catching.

"Hahaha……"

"I'm waiting! Waiting for you!"

Surrounded by the Teigu users on either side, Locke didn't hesitate and immediately picked up a bottle in response.

ton ton ton~

His bold and unrestrained manner, as casual as drinking water, instantly won everyone's approval.

"Hahaha……"

"Come on!!! Continue!!!"

The melodious laughter lingered above the floating island, releasing pent-up emotions.

Even Locke looked slightly tipsy.

His arrogant face, flushed slightly, exuded a domineering aura that kept most people at bay. Only Whitebeard and Kaido, among a few others, continued drinking, letting time flow by...

Not drunk!

endlessly!

Time flows like water, slowly slipping away in each glass of wine.

The laughter of memories flows on.

It lingers in my mind, unforgettable. Even if we have different stances and might even be mortal enemies if we meet again in the future, at least at this moment, we are still companions, companions who are about to part ways and leave.

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The sky is dimly bright.

The drunken slumbering alcoholics, still immersed in a sea of ​​alcohol, kept competing to see who could drink the most, indulging their senses, completely lost and unable to distinguish between day and night.

It seems that the more heroic and ruthless a person is, the more interested they are in this kind of thing.

'sky……'

Is it lit up?

Looking at the sliver of light peeking through the night sky, Locke sighed softly.

Her face was flushed.