One Piece: Rayquaza of the Beasts Pirates

Across the desk, a lieutenant colonel staff officer reported with a forced smile: "According to reliable information from Alabasta, Crocodile and Kane the Scourge clashed for some unknown reason, and within minutes, Crocodile was defeated and killed."

"A few minutes?"

Sengoku could hardly believe his ears.

Crocodile is a renowned Shichibukai, not some nobody who can be defeated in minutes.

"Uh~"

The lieutenant colonel hesitated, unsure whether he should report the intelligence information truthfully.

After all, what was written above was a bit exaggerated.

Noticing the lieutenant colonel's hesitation, Sengoku's sharp gaze swept over him, and he said in a deep voice, "What else is written in the report? Read it! Not a single word missing!"

"Yes!"

The lieutenant colonel snapped to attention, straightened his back, and reported loudly, "To be precise, those few minutes included the time that Yamato Onihime and Crocodile had fought. Kane himself... took less than a minute, and within two moves, he snapped Crocodile's neck with his bare hands!"

"..."

The office fell into dead silence.

Is it really that simple?

As Zhan Guo listened, his brows furrowed even more.

Should he say Crocodile is too weak, or Kane is too strong?

But soon, the intelligence reported by the lieutenant colonel staff officer made him instantly forget about Crocodile's death.

An even bigger problem is brewing.

"According to King Cobra, Kane threatened Princess Vivi's safety, forcing him to lead the way to the royal tombs in Alabasta. Then, seemingly having a pre-planned objective, Kane directly breached the tomb's floor, finding a secret underground chamber..."

"In the secret room..."

The lieutenant colonel's voice trembled slightly as he recounted the events, sensing the gravity of the situation: "A historical inscription stele was stored there. And... it was forcibly taken away by Kane."

"What?!"

Sengoku's eyes widened.

He leaned forward, his hands on the desk, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Historical text!

That's a taboo that the World Government absolutely forbids to be touched!

Ohara was subjected to the devastating Buster Call simply for studying ancient scripts.

Now, Kane has actually stolen a stone tablet!

It's not yet the historical text marked by the red road sign "one piace".

Why would a pirate need to record the history of the Void Century?

Most importantly, there were genuinely people on his ship who knew how to decipher these ancient texts.

Yes, the news of archaeologist Nico Robin aboard the Rayquaza was no secret, at least not to someone of his caliber.

Previously, the Navy and the World Government turned a blind eye to this matter, firstly because they were wary of the consequences of a full-scale war with the Beasts Pirates, and secondly because they believed that Kane simply wanted to find someone to decipher the red Road Poneglyphs in order to prepare for his bid to become the Pirate King.

But now it seems we can't let this go on any longer!

Sengoku took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and waved for the lieutenant colonel to leave.

After closing the office door, he immediately picked up the Den Den Mushi (snail phone) that connected him to the pinnacle of world power.

"The Warring States period? What's the matter?"

An old voice came from the other end of the Den Den Mushi.

"Your Excellency Satan, this is what happened..."

Without any pleasantries, Sengoku solemnly reported everything that had happened in Alabasta.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then the voice of Satan Saint, the God of Scientific Defense, remained calm: "I understand. We need to discuss this matter."

The phone hangs up.

Mary Geoise, Between Powers.

Saint Satan looked around at his four colleagues present and slowly began to speak: "That's the situation. Gentlemen, let's discuss it."

"What else is there to discuss!"

Financial Martial God Nasujuro Sei, holding the First Generation Kitetsu, spoke with unwavering resolve and chilling killing intent, "He must be eliminated! We can no longer tolerate him continuing to recklessly violate taboos! The blank century is not something they can pry into!"

The other four Elders exchanged glances and nodded in deep agreement.

Previously, no matter how much trouble Kane, the Calamity, caused in the New World, in their eyes he was just one of the stronger pirates among countless pirates in the past eight hundred years, and could not make a real splash.

But once he began to systematically collect and interpret historical texts, the nature of the matter changed completely.

This goes beyond the realm of "pirates" and touches the very foundation of the World Government's rule.

These are no ordinary pirates; we must strike hard!

For ordinary small-time pirates, they probably wouldn't bother to target it specifically. It's just a piece of Poneglyph. Even if they could understand it, they might not have the strength or opportunity to access other Poneglyphs.

But Kane's level of harm is completely different.

He has already qualified to be a "threat".

The world government's response to threats has always been the same: complete eradication!

"Isn't Kane 'playing' in the first half of the Grand Line? This gives us a perfect opportunity."

The five elders exchanged knowing glances, a cold smile playing on their lips.

"In that case, let the Navy and CP0 work together to ensure a decisive and complete annihilation."

"Well, with Kane dead, that madman Kaido won't go to such lengths for a dead man."

"agree!"

After quickly finalizing the plan to eliminate Kane, the five turned their attention to the Poneglyph that had reappeared in Alabasta.

"That woman Lily was definitely doing it on purpose."

The Legal Martial God, Vochuli Saint, snorted coldly.

At this moment, he was 100% certain that the dispersal of the historical texts was a scheme meticulously orchestrated by Lily.

The agricultural martial god, Pitsaint, didn't care much about those old matters; what's done is done, and there's no point in discussing them anymore.

He was more concerned about the immediate threats: "Do you think there might be other Poneglyphs in Alabasta?"

"It's unlikely. That woman wouldn't be stupid enough to put several Poneglyphs in Alabasta. One is already the limit."

That's what they say, but a thorough search is absolutely necessary.

"Send CP7 and CP8 out and conduct a thorough search of Alabasta, leaving no corner unchecked."

"Okay, let's do it that way."

Once one issue is settled, the next one is immediately put on the table.

“One of the Seven Warlords of the Sea positions has become vacant, and we must fill it as soon as possible,” said Maz, the Environmental War God, who was the first to mention it.

A brief silence fell over the room after these words were spoken.

Finding a candidate for the Seven Warlords of the Sea is no easy task; they must possess both considerable strength and prestige.

The five men couldn't help but feel a surge of irritation.

Damn it, it's all Crocodile's fault.

How could he be so weak? Even if he used half of the strength he had when he challenged Whitebeard, he shouldn't have been instantly killed.

Suddenly, the Legal God of War, Vochuli Saint, thought of someone: "How about Edward Weevil, who calls himself 'Whitebeard II'?"

"Him? The one who attacked the former Admiral Zephyr's training ship?"

"That's right, it's him. He was able to defeat Zephyr and a ship full of trainees all by himself, so his strength is beyond question."

"His strength is up to standard. But if we choose him, it will probably cause strong dissatisfaction within the Navy."

"Hmph. Dissatisfied?"

Sacred Vochuli's tone was completely flat, carrying an air of condescending indifference: "Respect is earned. As a Marine, if your strength is inferior to that of pirates, what right do you have to complain?"

"Then let's choose him!"

With a casual remark, the deep-seated hatred that Zefa carried was crushed into dust amidst their lighthearted conversation.

Chapter 146 Joint Operations

Marine Headquarters, Marineford.

Inside the Marshal's office.

Three of the Navy's top combatants appeared one after another, along with the old man sitting on the sofa, huffing and puffing as he devoured senbei.

It's fair to say that half the navy's strength is concentrated in this small office.

"Oh dear... Has something serious happened?"

Aokiji slumped lazily in the sofa, his eye mask askew, revealing only one half-asleep eye. "My afternoon nap has only just begun."

"P-ni Marseille~ Looks like I'm late."

Kizaru strolled in at the appointed time, his tone leisurely, revealing no hint of apology.

Leaning against the wall, Akainu, his eyes hidden by the brim of his navy cap, subtly glanced at his two colleagues.

One is lazy, the other is a procrastinator.

How can we build a good navy with colleagues like these?

They were used to it during the Warring States period.

As the saying goes, "If you're not deaf and dumb, you can't be a father-in-law," and being a naval admiral is pretty much the same.

If you manage too strictly, the team will be difficult to lead.