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"Hey! You over there, I don't care who you are, I'm just asking you, where are the Celestial Dragons who live here?"

Doflamingo stood on the silken thread in mid-air, his eyes fixed on Ozma.

“I killed him, about a week before you arrived here.”

Ozma uttered words that made Doflamingo's forehead veins bulge, all without any expression on his face.

"What did you say?"

Doflamingo's face was ashen. If all those people were dead, what was the point of him coming here?

What has he been working so hard for all these years?

"Since they can't possibly survive this war anyway, I'd rather end their lives myself than let them be killed by the enemy."

"asshole!"

Doflamingo swung his arms and moved swiftly towards Ozma.

However, the next moment a burly figure suddenly jumped up from the ground and slammed Doflamingo to the ground with a punch.

"Douglas Barrett?! That guy's dead too?"

Doflamingo rolled on the ground and looked up at the figure.

It was the same person Kazan had intended to kill when he rescued Crocodile in Impel Down, but Ozma had taken care of him without a trace.

"Enough with the nonsense, it's time for our feud to end completely, Ozma."

"Kill them."

Kazan took the lead, his body enveloped in dark red Conqueror's Haki, and shot straight toward Ozma like a rocket.

"Oooooo!!!" xN

Not to be outdone, the group behind Kazan charged toward the gray-white figures.

Seeing that the Monster Family had already taken action, various organizations, including the Revolutionary Army, NEO Navy, Donquixote Family, Germa 66, and Thunder Group, all made their moves, with the World Government as their target.

War is imminent.

The power of Uranus, the king of the gods, instantly affected Mary Geoise. The sky suddenly turned dark, and countless bolts of lightning and storms descended, sweeping across the battlefield time and time again.

Poseidon, Shirahoshi, manipulated towering waves, carrying countless sea kings as they crashed into the resurrected dead.

Pluto, the god of the underworld, makes his mark in the towns of Mary Geoise, his sinister, cold cannons pointing straight at the center of the battlefield, and the next moment a laser cannon illuminating the battlefield is fired.

"Nissan once said that I am the strongest ship."

Carroso's figure emerged from the clouds, unleashing a dragon's breath that clashed with Pluto's laser cannon.

Unfortunately, Caroso's dragon breath was no match for Pluto, which was originally developed as a weapon. The laser cannon pierced through the dragon breath and continued to shoot forward.

However, Carroso was also a stubborn child, and he steered the ship to the front of the laser cannon to block the laser cannon for his companions behind him.

The massive laser cannon pierced a huge hole through Caroso's body, causing him to begin to sway precariously.

I cannot die; I cannot leave them with nowhere to go back to.

Caroso's blood-red eyes flashed, and he recklessly charged towards Pluto, the god of the underworld, despite the enormous laser beam.

It must get rid of this ship; it absolutely cannot let it interfere with its family.

"It's all like a cycle."

Ozma looked at the races and humans around Kazan, his eyes flashing with images of a similar group that had gathered around Kazan eight hundred years ago. "You are still the same as always, always attracting all sorts of people to help you and become your allies."

Compared to the enormous number of people on Kazan's side, and looking at their own side, there were only six people alive in total.

For a moment, Ozma almost felt a little pathetic for himself.

"Kazan, if you don't awaken your Emperor Bloodline and slay the heavens, you have no chance of defeating me."

Ozma raised one hand, releasing a faint black light. "Let's sleep for a while."

The black light shone on Kazan's face and into his eyes.

Ozma had never used this move before, so Kazan was caught off guard and was directly hit by the black light, causing him to immediately close his eyes and freeze in place.

In a corner of the battlefield, a humanoid skeleton brandished its sword and witnessed the scene, muttering, "Just as you predicted, Mr. Roger... Well then, the rest is in your hands, Mr. Tiga."

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Under a bright, sunny sky and on a calm, waveless sea, the Carroso leisurely sailed forward.

"Nii-san~ What are you still standing there for? Come and eat, everyone's waiting for you."

Monet stood on the deck and leaned down to look at Kazan, who was lying on the lawn in a daze.

"Well?"

Kazan paused, feeling as if something very important was missing from his mind.

However, he shook his head, stood up, and followed Monet to the kitchen.

"Damn it! Sugar, you stole my steak!"

"Hancock-chan, try this salad, it's delicious!"

"Oh dear, Peipei, eat slowly. Nobody's going to take it from you. Look at your collar."

The noise at the dining table didn't bother Kazan; instead, it made him feel cozy.

Kazan didn't think too much about it, slowly walked forward and sat down in an empty seat, looking at the person next to him: "Tiga, you're only eating one steak? How can this be enough for you?"

"Don't worry, Master, this is enough."

Tiga smiled at Kazan, slowly picked up the steak with his fork, and gently put it into his mouth to chew.

After finishing a steak, Tiga sat down in his chair, resting his chin on his hands, and quietly watched everyone at the table chatting and laughing. Finally, he turned his gaze to Kazan beside him.

"What's wrong?"

Kazan tilted his head and looked at Tiga, sensing that the kid was acting a bit strange today.

"fine."

Tija stared at Kazan for three seconds, then shook his head, stood up, and walked outside. "Everyone, come to the deck after you've finished eating."

About half an hour later, everyone finished their meal and went outside to the deck.

"What's wrong, Brother Tigar?"

Perona moved closer to Tiga, tilting her head and looking at him curiously.

"I'm sorry, Peipei."

"Well?"

Swish!

"Draw Sword Slash".

At that very moment, Tiga drew the Seven Star Sword from his back and unleashed a powerful slash.

Everyone except Kazan was instantly cut in half at the waist, turning to ashes and disappearing from the world in an instant.

"Master...this is all just an illusion! Wake up!"

Tija shouted at Kazan, who was standing there stunned.

Are you an illusion too?

Memories were awakened in his mind at this moment, and Kazan's expression became somewhat sad. He walked up to Tiga, raised a hand and placed it on Tiga's head to pat it.

"...Yes, me too."

Tiga, who had been patted on the head by Kazan, dared not look up into Kazan's eyes again, afraid that he would be exposed.

"No, you are not."

Kazan nodded firmly. "How could I not recognize my own family?"

"..."

Tears streamed down Tiga's face; he wished Kazan didn't know he was the real him.

“Even at times like this, you’re still trying your best to help everyone.”

Kazan stretched out his arms and embraced Tiga. "You've really worked hard all this time, you brat."

"me……"

I really want to go back to everyone.

Tija gently nudged Kazan, raised her arm to wipe away the tears on her face haphazardly, "Master, everyone is still waiting for you, go back quickly."

"okay."

Kazan nodded; he knew he had urgent and important things to do.

Therefore, even though I was extremely reluctant, I had to leave.

"Just jump into the sea."

Tija pointed behind Kazan.

Kazan turned around and walked step by step toward the edge of the ship, but after taking four or five steps, he suddenly stopped and wanted to turn around and look at Tiga again.

Kazan failed to turn around; the moment he stopped, he was pushed in the back.

"Don't stop."

"……Um."

Kazan lowered his head, sighed, and resolutely strode towards the sea.

"Master!"

Just as Kazan leaped off the ship and fell into the sea, Tiga finally couldn't hold back and spoke, smiling at Kazan as he fell into the sea in his last moments:

"Congratulations on becoming the strongest in the world."

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With his eyes open, Kazan returned to the battlefield. Judging from the changes before him, it seemed that only two or three seconds had passed.

Having broken free from the illusion, Kazan realized that after eight hundred years, Ozma had become powerful once again.