fore this old man gets a job in the Holy Land.During the Warring States period, both of their eyes widened in disbelief."Void Marshal... Could it be...""Well, that position became vacant. The previous...The next day.

Off the coast of Beihai, near an independent island.

The sky is clear and the sea is blue.

White gulls soar freely in the cloudless sky spanning thousands of miles, gliding towards the distant horizon.

A warship was sailing slowly, dragging a long white trail on the water surface.

How much longer until we arrive

Darren stood at the bow of the warship, his arms crossed and a lit cigar clenched between his teeth. His pristine white cloak billowed in the wind behind him.

"The distance to the designated location is estimated to be a few minutes' flight."

The flying squirrel standing beside him held a compass in its hand, using it to determine the direction.

"Jerma 66 has always been elusive, and the "Army of Evil" as a mobile war nation doesn't have fixed territory."

Darren nodded, turning his head to glance at the distant end of the deck. He saw the two sweaty, youthful figures and suddenly smiled.

Noticing his gaze, the flying squirrel smiled wryly.

"Both Captain Jigen and Captain Kageki seem to have been stimulated recently, both of them are going crazy with their cultivation day and night."

“This is a good thing, at least it's quieter around here.”

Darren said lightly.

The Heavenly Dragon incident was a huge shock to these two "celestial prodigies" from the headquarters.

The Navy's own powerlessness, the despair in the face of authority, and the self-reproach and guilt of "helping the tyrant" ... these are all enough to easily shatter a sailor's faith.

In the original plot of the Oharan incident, Kuzan is a prime example.

From "burning justice" to "slothful justice," Kizaru has also personally experienced the paleness and impotence of the Navy's "justice".

Maybe… you should talk to them

The flying squirrel's face wore an expression of hesitation, but it finally couldn't hold back and hesitantly spoke.

He has personally witnessed how persuasive and manipulative Darren can be.

Thanks to his insightful understanding of human nature, he is always able to pinpoint the truth.

"Let's leave the lecturing to the old men of the Warring States period. I have no interest in raising children."

Darren retracted his gaze from the two people in Gion, and said lightly:

"If they can't pass this level, perhaps they aren't cut out to be Navy SEALs."

The flying squirrel fell silent for a moment, and finally let out a somewhat resigned sigh.

This guy is really perceptive.

Sometimes, because one sees too clearly, they may appear cold and heartless.

"Here we are."

Just as the flying squirrel's thoughts were soaring, Darren's deep and powerful voice suddenly rang out.

The flying squirrel immediately came to its senses and looked up.

On the faraway sea surface, patches of gigantic shadows gradually emerge from the sea mist.

Warships, each towed by a colossal snail, churned long white furrows across the sea surface. Their presence was imposing and formidable.

Jerma 66's battle flag flew at the top of the battleship, and on the lead warship, a "Cross Hawk" flag representing the Vinsmoke family stood proudly at the highest point.

A dense fleet, following the commands of the flagship, quickly converged.

The metallic tracks and gears meshed together, emitting a dull roar. In less than three minutes, dozens of warships assembled into a colossal nation.

GERMA 66!

"As expected of Germa 66, the world-renowned nation of war."

The flying squirrel's eyes widened with delight, and it couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

Darren nodded in agreement.

Although Germa 66 appears weak in front of him, it's because their Devil Fruit powers completely counter their technological strength. It doesn't mean Germa 66 is weak.

In fact, Germa 66's military strength, even when placed throughout the world, ranks among the very best.

High-tech weaponry, battle suits, fearless clones, freely combinable national territories... and the ability to wage war across the Red Earth Continent!

If one could get all of these military technologies and apply them to their North Sea Fleet, then they would essentially have a powerful military force capable of crossing the Red Earth Continent and easily entering the Grand Line and even the New World from the North Sea!

Of course, what I want from Vince Smoak Gargiulo goes far beyond that.

"Take the baton."

Darren's voice was flat as he gave the order, his eyes glittering with an intense, deep light.

Then the flying squirrel raised its hand and made a military salute, and all ranks of the navy on board the warships quickly took their positions.

The warship turned its helm and smoothly sailed into the "port" of Germa Kingdom.

Both Gion and Kaje stopped their cultivation at this time, tidied up their uniforms, and walked to the front of the army.

They looked at Darren's broad and tall back, their eyes were extremely complex.

After the general from the Warring States period left Battia Island, the two of them couldn't say how they felt. They even felt ashamed to face Darren, and almost every day they would avoid him.

At this time...

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Intermittent muffled artillery fire suddenly exploded, shattering the chaotic thoughts of both Gaiji and Gion.

"Barrage!"

Added a cautious expression and took a defensive stance, stepping forward to put Gion behind him.

"Gion, you can rest assured, I will protect you!"

He spoke with righteous indignation, just about to gesture with a cool flick of his hair, when he realized that the surrounding sailors were all looking at him as if he were an idiot.

Then he was taken aback.

A row upon a row of brilliant, multicolored streams surged into the sky, scattering countless silver flowers in the clear heavens.

The dazzling light cast mottled colors on his face, making him look like a little clown.

This is...

Ceremony... Fireworks!

He was dumbfounded, staring at the dazzling fireworks filling the sky. His lips moved, but no words came out.

"Don't worry, Sergeant Major."

Darren smiled and patted Gage on the shoulder before leading the way down from the warship.

Over the vast lands of the Jerma Kingdom, rows of cannons soared into the sky, painting the world in the hues of celebration and peace.

"Hahahahahahaha… Welcome, Admiral Darren, to the Germa Kingdom. It is truly an honor for me, Germa 66."

In the midst of a massive, imposing military formation, Vinsmoke Sanji, clad in a fine robe and sporting a golden mane, strode forth with a wide grin. He extended his hand toward the Naval Colonel.

"It is I who disturbs you. The elegance of Germa 66, no matter how many times I watch it, leaves me in awe."

Darren walked past with a smile.

Their hands clasped tightly in mid-air.

Gion and Kage glanced at each other, their eyes twitching. Watching Darren and Vincent Smoker Gatch with their enthusiastic smiles, they couldn't help but mutter in their hearts, "Two cunning bastards!"

If they hadn't personally experienced that war which almost destroyed the entire Germa Kingdom, they would have thought these two were long-lost brothers.

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Asking for everything, grateful thanks.red Jia Ji, walking straight past him. He strode forward with enthusiasm, excitedly embracing Darren's neck, his face beaming with warmth and anticipation.""So Darren, I heard you gave Roger a taste o...