A cook, vice-captain of the Rocks Pirates?

Newgate's loud laughter came from afar, filled with satisfaction and pride.

The battle situation was once again dramatically reversed due to Kozuki Oden's sudden enlightenment!

Oden's earth-shattering strike was like a key that opened Pandora's box, and it also brought this brutal battle to a complete end.

Without the control of a unified will, the Five Elders' direct guards instantly degenerated from a group of well-coordinated killing machines into a disorganized mess.

They stood there blankly, looking at their blood-stained hands and the hellish scene around them, their eyes filled with pain and struggle.

The shackles of memory were broken, and humanity, suppressed for countless years, began to revive, creating a violent conflict with the forcibly instilled killing instinct.

"Ahhh!"

A guard clutched his head and let out a painful roar. The two opposing forces within him were tearing at each other, ultimately causing his body to explode and turn into a cloud of blood mist.

One, two, three...

The self-destruction spread like a plague, and these poor souls, who had been used as tools by the World Government throughout their lives, finally met their end in the most tragic way.

The members of the Whitebeard Pirates fell silent as they witnessed this scene, which resembled purgatory.

Although they were enemies, the fate of these guards members stirred a complex sense of pity in their hearts.

"Is this... what the World Government calls justice?"

Oden sheathed his twin swords, his gaze turning incredibly deep as he looked at the figures perishing in agony.

For the first time, he truly understood the meaning of Ryan's words.

The real enemies are often not the warriors wielding swords, but the powerful figures who hide behind the scenes, manipulating people's hearts and fates.

"Gurarararar...a bunch of poor creatures."

Newgate's voice was low; he didn't stop it.

He knew that for these people whose lives had been completely distorted, death might be the best relief.

Just then, the huge soup pot in the distance, formed by the force of vibration, suddenly let out a mournful cry of being unable to bear the weight, and exploded with a loud bang!

A jet-black figure soared into the sky from within; it was none other than Wochuli Sheng, who had transformed into the magical beast Fengxi.

At this moment, he was in a terrible state. His indestructible armor of laws was covered with cracks, and his aura was extremely weak. He had obviously suffered a great loss under the unreasonable slow and steady treatment of Renn and Newgate.

The moment he escaped, he saw the horrific scene of his proud personal guard being completely wiped out. His bloodshot eyes were instantly filled with boundless rage and disbelief.

"What...what did you do to them?!"

The voice of the Holy Worch was distorted with rage.

"nothing."

Newgate slung the naginata over his shoulder and said coldly, "It just made them find themselves again."

"Find yourself again? Hahaha!"

As if he had heard the funniest joke, Sacred Vochuli pointed at the guards who were still self-destructing and burst into maniacal laughter.

"A group of orphans picked up by the world, a group of trash abandoned by the world, their only value is to become tools of the world government! And you actually let them find their pathetic selves again? You are insulting them!"

His words caused everyone present to turn pale.

"It seems you're beyond redemption."

Newgate's voice was icy and chilling.

"Then I'll personally send you on your way, so you can reunite with your so-called tools!"

Just as Newgate was about to make his move, a calm voice stopped him.

"Captain, wait."

It's Rennes.

He slowly walked to the bow of the ship, looking at the ferocious beast of law that had fallen into madness, a trace of pity flashing deep in his calm eyes.

"You're right, they are tools."

Raine's words stunned everyone.

"But you've got one thing wrong."

Ryan's gaze sharpened: "The tools themselves are not guilty; the guilty ones are the people who use them."

"And you..."

Rein's gaze swept over the ruins of the dark warship in the distance, where Nassuro Sei was struggling to crawl out of the hole, clearly still clinging to life.

"You two, as the holders of the highest power in the world government, as the people who wield the tools, do not even have the most basic respect for life."

Renn sighed softly and shook his head.

"You are not only unworthy of becoming War Gods, but you are not even qualified to become ingredients on my chopping board."

This evaluation, filled with the ultimate hierarchy of contempt, caused both Vocuri Saint and Nasujuro Saint, who had just caught his breath, to simultaneously spit out a mouthful of blood.

This is even more humiliating than killing them outright!

"you you……"

Nassshuro pointed at Rein, trembling with anger, unable to utter a single word.

"ended."

Without further ado, Renn clasped his hands together, and an unprecedented, warm, and powerful sense of righteousness for food erupted from his body!

That wasn't an attack, but rather a kind of... deliverance.

"Culinary Skills: The Ultimate Feast: Dust to Dust, Ashes to Ashes."

Golden light swept out like a tide, enveloping the entire battlefield.

The moment the guards, who were still struggling in pain, came into contact with this light, the pain and ferocity on their faces were instantly smoothed away, replaced by a sense of liberation and peace.

Their bodies slowly transformed into golden specks of light, dissipating into the air, as if returning to the most primal form of life.

The bodies of the dead guards slowly decomposed under the light, leaving no trace of blood or filth, as if they were simply asleep.

Raine single-handedly offered the gentlest and most solemn funeral for this brutal war.

"You brat...you..."

Saint Vocuri stared in disbelief at the sacred yet eerie scene before him.

"go!"

At this moment, Nassuro Sei displayed the decisiveness of one of the Five Elders. He grabbed the still dazed Sacred Vocuri, and his figure instantly transformed into a streak of light, fleeing desperately towards the distant sea.

He knew they had lost today.

They were utterly defeated, utterly humiliated.

If they don't leave now, the two of them might really be turned into a dish called the Five Elders Sashimi Platter by that terrifying chef today.

"Want to go?"

Newgate's eyes flashed coldly, and he was about to give chase.

"Never mind, Captain."

Ryan stopped him: "Don't pursue a desperate enemy. Besides, our ship is about to break down."

Newgate glanced back at his battered New Moby Dick and sighed helplessly.

A major war that could have overturned the world order came to an end in a way that no one could have predicted.

Chapter 187 They were driven away!

"You...you won?"

Gatz stared blankly at his hands, stained with blood and oil, then looked at the calm sea in the distance, feeling as if he were dreaming.

He pinched his thigh hard.

"Ouch! That hurts!"

The excruciating pain brought him to his senses instantly, and then an indescribable ecstasy erupted from his chest like a volcanic eruption.

"Hahaha! We won! We drove the Five Elders away!"

His roar shattered the post-war silence and ignited a fire in everyone's hearts.

"Oh oh oh oh oh!"

A deafening cheer erupted on the deck. The crew threw their weapons into the air, hugged each other, and jumped and danced like children who had just won the world.

Some laughed, some cried, and many more laughed and cried at the same time, releasing all the fatigue, tension, and fear that had accumulated over the past few days.

"Waaaaah! My ship! My new Moby Dick!"

A scream more piercing than the waves ripped through the sky, and Dorum burst out of the cabin like a gust of wind.

He held a thick ledger, as thick as a brick, pointed to the dense scars on the ship's hull, trembled all over, rolled his eyes, and promptly fainted.

With happy drool still dripping from the corner of his mouth, he murmured, "It's good that I won... The repair fee... we'll settle it later..."

Oden excitedly brandished his twin swords and performed his self-created, chaotic victory dance on the deck, eliciting bursts of laughter from the crowd.

"Gulalalalala! Gulalalalala!"

Newgate leaned back on his throne, looking at his family who had survived the ordeal, and let out his signature laugh.

The laughter was louder and more exhilarating than ever before, filled with pride and satisfaction.

His gaze passed over the cheering crowd and landed on the figure who was quietly leaning against the kitchen doorway.

Raine did not participate in the revelry; he simply leaned there, his face pale and his breathing slightly rapid.

That final feast had almost drained him of all his sense of culinary purpose and spiritual energy; it was a weariness that came from the depths of his soul.

But as he looked out the window at the faces laughing heartily and listened to the lively chatter, the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up slightly.

Newgate's gaze met Ryan's in mid-air. The two did not speak, yet it was as if they had exchanged all the words they wanted to say.

Newgate raised his huge glass to him, and Ryan smiled and nodded.

In the shadows of the corner, a figure quietly tucked a piece of unidentified black metal, which had fallen from the wreckage of the guard ship, into his robes.

Teach looked up at the man laughing heartily on the throne, then at the pale-faced young chef at the kitchen door who seemed to be in control of everything. A glint of greed and scheming flashed in his eyes that was completely out of character for his age.

"The power of food... it's truly an irresistible force."

"Thief, hahahaha..."

Silent, maniacal laughter echoed wildly in his heart.

……

The Holy Land, Mary Geoise.

Between power.

The atmosphere was as heavy as ice that had stood for millennia.

The three Elders stood silently before the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the world shrouded in a sea of ​​clouds below, each of them with an unyielding gloom on their face.

In the center of the room, on two stretchers lay Saint Vocuri and Saint Nassuro, who had just been urgently teleported back.

Although both survived, one's physical body, which was governed by laws, was on the verge of collapse, while the other's very essence was severely damaged by a strange kneading force. They would not be able to recover without decades of recuperation.

The loss of two of the World Government's top combatants in a single day is an unprecedented disgrace in eight hundred years.

"Whitebeard... Edward Newgate..."

The blond Five Elders' voice was hoarse, and he clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh.

"And that chef, Ryan!"

"Their threat level must be redefined!"

The Five Elders wielding the sword, who is also Nasujuro Sei's elder brother, had undisguised killing intent in his eyes.

"Conventional methods are no longer effective against them; we must resort to that plan."

The Five Elders, who had been silent all along and was the tallest, finally spoke. His voice was booming and full of authority.

Upon hearing the words "that plan," the other two Elders shuddered.