Under the general's command, the only remaining auxiliary ship turned around and sailed in the opposite direction of the sea area under White Beard's jurisdiction.
The White Beard Pirates used their absolute strength to give the Red Hound, who was obsessed with war, a sharp blow.
The Demon Slayer Token level combat power that pursued the fugitives with lightning speed was completely wiped out by the Sea Emperor's powerful counterattack.
Igor was only 17 years old. He had a bounty of 700 million and was officially famous in the sea as the Ghost of Vengeance.
From then on, the name of White Beard personally coming forward to protect and mediate was spread among the various factions.
After the navy on the sea level had completely disappeared, White Beard put away his sword and silently walked back to the center of the deck.
He collapsed onto the wide chair, sweat soaking his headscarf and dripping down his cheeks.
"Medical team! Medical team!"
Seeing that his father was finally showing signs of fatigue due to the exhaustion of his physical strength, the pirates around him hurriedly shouted.
The ten people took over their father's knife and put it down. Ten nurses rushed out of the cabin with infusion bottles and tubes.
The tube was inserted into the white bearded man's arm, and the liquid in the infusion bottle slowly decreased. Only then did his father let out a deep sigh of relief.
Some of the other nurses bandaged Marko's right arm, while others disinfected Ace's burns.
Igor, who was the most seriously injured, had absorbed the aura of countless dead soldiers when they died.
Not only had the large scorched black wound on his chest returned to normal, but his missing arms had also grown back and could move freely.
The lives of the thousands of soldiers had once again increased Igor's strength.
"What a powerful ability."
Marko, who had bandaged his arm, couldn't help but look at Igor, who was unscathed, and marvel at his incredible vitality.
His fruit's ability was known as undying and indestructible. Now that he saw Igor, who was on par with him, he suddenly felt that there was someone better than him.
"This is the Igor that I always tell you about.”
Upon hearing the praise, Ace was the first to feel smug before he could say anything. After all, they were companions who had grown up together.
Not to mention, he had used his body to help him block the general's attack. Other than feeling gratified, he was also a little surprised.
Ever since he was young, Igor's stubborn personality had made him far superior to others. He wondered what kind of experience he had experienced in the past few years.
"You flatter me."
Igor said politely, as if the thrilling battle just now was just a movie.
Then, he walked to the center of the hall and stood in front of the white-bearded man's stalwart body. He sized up the emperor of the sea as if no one else was around.
This great pirate at the peak of the modern world was nearly seventy years old. He stood in front of him like a living legend.
Although he was connected to the infusion bottles all over his body, it did not affect the domineering aura of a king.
Igor was the first to speak when he saw the white-bearded man looking at him.
Hello, I'm Igor."
After a simple self-introduction, Igor appeared neither servile nor overbearing in front of this great pirate with a broad heart.
If White Beard was an insurmountable mountain, Igor was a bottomless abyss.
Even White Beard, who had seen countless heroes, seemed unable to read any emotion from this child's eyes.
"Why did you risk your life to save Ace? The other party is a navy general. Aren't you afraid of death?”
On the way to save Ace, White Beard witnessed Igor block the fatal blow from the red hound for his companion.
Even if he had to risk his life to protect his family, it made him feel a sense of recognition for this youth.
However, the white-bearded man who had seen countless people felt that this child was completely different from Ace. He faintly emitted an aura that was both good and evil.
For reasons unknown to him, Igor's eyes had a sense of distance and hostility towards everyone for no reason.
"Because I see Ace as family."
Igor knew the other party's temperament well. If he wanted to stay on the ship smoothly, he had to give an answer that was enough to touch the other party's heart.
There was no lack of powerful pirates in the White Beard Pirates, and the condition to stay was not strength, but a consensus of kinship.
However, in Igor's mind, White Beard maintained the entire pirate group as a family. Obviously, the limited structure limited the development.
The outcome of the war also showed that kinship would become his weakness, and it was destined that he would not be able to ascend to the throne of the Pirate King.
"Yes…"
Faced with Igor's answer, White Beard didn't immediately show affirmation and give the expected reaction.
From the eyes of this child who was the same age as Ace, he could feel the fanaticism for power and the paranoia and ambition of an unknown goal.
The white-bearded man was unsure how Igor would answer the question of chasing power and protecting his family.
"Father."
Seeing White Beard fall into silence and Igor's hesitant gaze, Ace could more or less understand his father's confusion.
" Igor bears hatred for the Heavenly Dragon people. Aren't we the sanctuary for those who are treated unfairly by the World Government?”
Ace's words hit the nail on the head. The bullying of the Heavenly Dragon people had changed the fate of countless families and twisted the hearts of countless children.
White Beard's hometown was unable to join the World Government because it could not afford the " heavenly gold ". The country perished and became an illegal land.
The original intention of establishing the pirate group was to provide a family for orphans like him.
Igor was one of the orphans whose family was destroyed by the Heavenly Dragon Clan. He was led astray by hatred and abandoned his feelings.
If he could be influenced by his big family and regain his lost feelings, wouldn't that be the meaning of the pirate group's existence?
Thinking of this, White Beard smiled and extended his hand, which represented acceptance and tolerance.
"Are you willing to be my son?”
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