One Piece: Starting By Playing Gilgamesh Template. Chapter 83 83: The Nether Race Moves — A Shadow Behind the A

The Divine Race… Heaven… were not the only existences of their kind…

The mont Hanfeng Linlin spoke those words, everything beca clear.

The reason why the Divine Race—despite being stronger than the Nether Race—had failed to achieve complete victory in that ancient war…

Was because, during their clash with the Punishnt God Alliance, other races of equal strength had intervened!

Everyone understood now.

The scale of the war had continued to expand.

Until it drew in every race across the seas.

That world-destroying conflict ultimately led to catastrophic losses among the hundred races, forcing even a race as terrifying as the Divine Race into slumber.

And now—

After four thousand years—

Those heavily damaged races were about to return.

Four thousand years of accumulated hatred…

Ready to erupt at any mont!

Once these races awakened, it would inevitably beco a war that would sweep across the entire sea.

No one would be able to escape it.

The Divine Race!

Even their battle against the Punishnt God Alliance was sothing the current world could not resist.

And Heaven's power alone was enough to plunge them into absolute despair.

And now…

There were beings as powerful as Heaven.

Races as terrifying as the Divine Race.

And they were not alone.

All of this drove countless people across the seas into utter despair.

In the face of such overwhelming hopelessness, they could only cling to a fragile wish—

That among those races equal to the Divine Race…

There might exist one with a gentler nature…

One that would grant them even the smallest chance of survival.

"The final outco…"

"The war between the Divine Race and the Punishnt God Alliance grew increasingly intense… until all races of the sea were drawn into it…"

"The great war fully erupted… and countless races vanished into the river of history."

"Even the Divine Race suffered heavy losses… and fell into slumber…"

"And our Nether Race… barely managed to survive…"

Clenching his teeth, Ironblood Wushuang's aura surged violently, sharp edges tearing through the sky. Behind him, the phantom wolf of the underworld roared.

Waves of pitch-black energy barriers expanded and detonated around him.

The terror of Heaven…

Even after four thousand years, remained etched deeply in his mory.

That overwhelming, unstoppable force had effortlessly crushed the will of the Nether Race.

That despair—

Even after four thousand years—

Still lingered within him.

Back then, the Nether Race had only survived because even stronger races had gradually entered the battlefield.

But now…

If the Divine Race were to awaken in this era…

Their first target would undoubtedly be the remnants of the Punishnt God Alliance.

Without another race capable of rivaling them to hold them back—

The remnants of the alliance, led by the Nether Race, would be utterly incapable of resisting.

"Since that is the case…"

"Ironblood Wushuang… Hanfeng Linlin… why not persuade your Grand Marshal to cooperate with our World Governnt?"

"In this era, four thousand years have passed. Many things have changed. You are unfamiliar with this age… just as we are unfamiliar with the era of four thousand years ago."

"Why not join forces? By combining our intelligence and resources, we can strengthen both sides!"

"Only then can we gain greater confidence before the Divine Race awakens!"

Following the instructions of the Five Elders, Commander CP0-7 spoke urgently, extending an invitation to Ironblood Wushuang and Hanfeng Linlin.

The mont his words fell—

The entire sea fell silent.

Countless people held their breath.

Especially the Four Emperors and various powerful organizations that had long been wary of the World Governnt.

The World Governnt already stood above them all.

If they were to form an alliance with a race as powerful as the Nether Race—

Then with their support, sweeping across the entire sea would no longer be a re dream!

They simply had no ans of resisting.

A Grand Marshal of the Nether Race—soone beyond the level of the Four Emperors.

Even the Thirteen Great Generals, who had yet to fully recover their peak strength, were far beyond what they could challenge.

At this mont—

The decision of the Nether Race would determine the fate of all these forces.

"Pops… if the Nether Race agrees to this… what do we do?"

Within the Whitebeard Pirates—

A division commander looked up at Whitebeard, his expression filled with confusion.

At his words, the other commanders—Marco, Ace, and the rest—turned their gazes toward Whitebeard, their expressions tense with concern.

From every angle, an alliance would greatly benefit both the World Governnt and the Nether Race.

The Nether Race had only just awakened. Their two generals had yet to recover their peak strength, and their losses were undoubtedly severe.

In such a situation—

With the support and resources of the World Governnt, the current ruler of the seas—

They could rapidly recover their strength.

Under such circumstances…

No one could think of a single reason why the Nether Race would refuse.

A towering aura erupted.

Boundless battle intent and unwavering resolve surged forth.

Even knowing he might not be able to win—

Whitebeard would never retreat.

Because he was one of the Four Emperors.

Because he was the strongest man in the world.

Under the gaze of countless expectant eyes—

Ironblood Wushuang was montarily stunned.

Then—

He glanced at Commander CP0-7 and the others with undisguised disdain, before bursting into laughter.

"Hahaha! Hahaha!"

"Did I hear that right? Did I really hear that right?"

"Cooperation? An alliance? And you think you're worthy of forming an alliance with the Nether Race?"

"Yes! We are weaker than the Divine Race!"

"But that doesn't an we would ever lower ourselves to stand on equal footing with ignorant humans like you!"

His words were filled with rciless ridicule.

Cold.

Unforgiving.

The entire sea was stunned.

This was completely different from what anyone had expected!

Why would the Nether Race reject the World Governnt's offer?

In such a situation, shouldn't they accept it and quickly restore their strength?

"Ironblood Wushuang… our World Governnt is sincerely inviting your Nether Race…"

"Is your response not a bit too—"

Veins bulged on Commander CP0-7's forehead as he suppressed his anger, continuing under the instructions of the Five Elders.

"Isn't it obvious what he ans?"

"People like you… aren't even qualified!"

A mocking voice suddenly rang out from the sky.

"In the entire human race, aside from Gilgash… no one is worthy of catching the Nether Race's attention!"

"Fight against the Divine Race? With strength as pitiful as yours, what could you possibly achieve?"

The mont those words fell—

Space itself shattered.

From within the broken void, a figure slowly stepped forward.

He carried a wooden box on his back, his stature not particularly tall.

Short silver hair frad his face, a cross-shaped scar marking his forehead. A strand of hair fell loosely across it, giving him an unruly, defiant air.

With his arms crossed, leaning casually against the wooden box, he glanced down at Commander CP0-7 and the others with disdain.

"Not just anyone is worthy of entering the eyes of the Nether Race."

"As for your strength…"

"…you're still far from enough."

!!!

As this figure fully revealed himself—

Shock spread across the entire sea.

His appearance…

His words…

All pointed to one unmistakable conclusion.

A warrior of the Nether Race.

And very likely—

The Nether Race Moves — A Shadow Behind the Ancient King's Era!

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