Chapter 395 - 397 (1/2)
The shore of the island.
”They're coming here!»
Marco and the rest of the Whitebeard Pirates felt tense and nervous as they watched the Traveler's ship fall into the sea and sail in their direction.
The supposed encounter with John's Pirates suddenly turned into a meeting with a Traveler with the title of Closest to God.
Marco and the others were only a little wary of John's Pirates, but they were by no means tense, because there is no pirate crew in the New World that can scare the Pirates of Whitebeard!
But the Traveler is different.
Just now, right in front of their eyes, he had single-handedly, in a matter of minutes, completely destroyed John's Pirates, who had been terrorizing the expanses of the sea for dozens of years!
The Traveler is a terrifying monster, much more terrifying than John's Pirates!
«...»
Even Whitebeard had clearly shown a wariness and caution that was extremely rare for him in the past.
He did not know the purpose of the Traveler and could not guess what would happen next.
Although watching the Traveler kill Captain John didn't make Whitebeard feel any weaker, he still didn't have any confidence in winning at all.
And no less important-a lone traveler.
Such people are often the most frightening and frightening.
After all, even if he himself can resist the Traveler, his sons are not capable of it.
If there are any disagreements, the Traveler can just start recklessly killing the Pirates of Belous in the vastness of the New World, and Belous himself will not be able to take revenge on him.
Even Belous didn't want to provoke people like the Traveler, because it was guaranteed to lead to huge problems.
To understand this, just look at the ruined Holy Land of Marijoa...
Yeruashi's ship gradually approached the shore, accompanied by the intense gazes of the Pirates of Belous.
The ship moored itself to the shore and dropped its anchors into the sea.
Yeruashi did not jump off the deck, but slowly descended the wooden stairs step by step, like a completely ordinary person.
Together they walked slowly from the ship to the shore of the island.
There was silence on the beach.
No one spoke or dared to make any sudden movements.
Shoo. Shoo. Shoo.
The only sounds were the splashing of the sea waves and the sound of Yeruashi's light footsteps, wearing wooden sandals, on the sandy beach.
Shoo!
One more step.
This time, the step wasn't as easy as before.
The sand beneath Yeruashi's feet shuddered violently, scattering in all directions.
Yeruashi took another step.
Although the speed did not change, but with the fall of Yeruashi's foot, the sand within a radius of several tens of meters shuddered violently.
The pirates of Belous, who had been looking nervously at Yeruashi all this time, felt very oppressed and suffocated.
Knock!
Some even fell to the ground, losing consciousness.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
The Whitebeard pirates began to roll their eyes one by one and fall to the ground unconscious.