Chapter 127: Iron Thunder, It Is Iron Thunder

The legendary Devil Fruit of the Giant Kingdom, also known as the national treasure of Elbaf.

Saint Saint Saiwen harbored no delusions, hoping to successfully take Iron Thunder and the Devil Fruit away without drawing any attention.

It's impossible no matter how you think about it.

Guarded by layers of heavy troops, with Giant King Harald who rivals Rocks present; moreover, Iron Thunder is a tsundere squirrel. To gain his recognition, one must first defeat Iron Thunder.

Rather than being discovered while gaining Iron Thunder's recognition, it is better to speak with the Giant King openly.

"Hmm?"

Harald never expected Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen to break in so openly; at the very least, he should have used some schemes or tricks, right?

Could he be an honest person?

Coming alone to the Elbaf Royal Wang Gong late at night, Harald had to admit this young man was somewhat reckless.

"Barzab, what business does a pirate like you have coming here late at night?"

Saint Saint Saiwen jumped onto a chair and sat down on his own, took out several jars of Dandelion Wine, and manipulated the wine into a water dragon that fell into the wine bowl before Harald.

"Drink a couple of cups first? Then talk?"

Harald's gaze froze for a few seconds; on Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen, he actually saw the Rocks of the past: the same confidence, the same arrogance.

As if anything in the world, if they wanted to do it, they could definitely accomplish it.

"Interesting, interesting."

Lifting the wine bowl and drinking it in one gulp, Harald's eyes immediately lit up, involuntarily recalling the rumors about Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen circulating on the seas.

"The rumor says you gained the opportunity to board the ship by conquering Luo Jie with your cooking; now I believe it.

The wine is indeed very good.

In light of this bowl of fine wine, I will not hold it against you for breaking into the royal palace late at night.

Speak, what do you want to discuss?"

Saint Saint Saiwen took out several more jars of Dandelion Wine again and filled the wine bowl before Harald in the form of a water dragon.

"I am missing a crew member on my ship; he happens to be in this royal palace. I came over to say hello to you."

Harald frowned, the scars on both sides of his forehead wrinkling accordingly, and asked tentatively.

"Loki?"

Rumors on the seas say that the Emperor of the Seas, Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen, has extremely high standards; although his momentum is strong, he rarely actively recruits crew members.

Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen wanting to invite Loki onto his ship was within Harald's expectations.

Loki is, after all, his son; he also inherited the bloodline of the Ancient Giants, and his lineage and talent are unmatched throughout the entire Giant Kingdom.

But how could the heir of Elbaf become a pirate, especially now that Elbaf is at the critical stage of becoming a member nation of the World Government?

However, Harald heard—

"Loki is also possible?"

"But whether it is the East Sea Emperor or the Giant of the Advance, they are all too small. If the Giant King can provide sufficient Adam Tree wood..."

"I can accept Loki boarding the ship!"

To this, Harald was greatly surprised.

"Not Loki? It can't be me, right?"

What kind of joke is this? Giving up being a perfectly good Giant King, why would you join your Morning Star Pirates? Am I, Harald, stupid, or are you, Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen, brain-dead?

Saint Saint Saiwen helplessly interrupted the words to prevent Harald from blurting out another messy answer again.

"Iron Thunder, it is Iron Thunder."

"I want to invite Iron Thunder onto the ship."

As the words fell, there was prolonged silence; after a long time, Harald covered his stomach with one hand and kept slapping the table with the other.

"Ho hahaha~"

"How many years, how many years since I met someone as interesting as you."

Loki, who possesses the bloodline of the Ancient Giants, and the other Giant warriors; Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen invited none of them, instead inviting a hammer onto the ship.

"How did you come to know Iron Thunder?"

Saint Saint Saiwen shrugged: "I not only know Iron Thunder, but I also know the legendary Devil Fruit guarded by Iron Thunder, and the mark on your shoulder."

Hearing about the mark on the shoulder, Harald finally could not sit still, his eyes widening in disbelief.

"Are you also someone from the World Government?"

Saint Saint Saiwen did not answer, but instead changed the subject: "How about we cooperate?"

"Cooperate?" Harald was even more confused.

Breaking into someone's home in the dead of night just to talk about cooperation? No matter how you think about it, something is wrong.

"Go outside and fight first; not just anyone can cooperate with Elbaf."

Saint Saint Saiwen stood up and smiled: "That is exactly what I intend to do."

Some people call Harald a big-sized Oden, but Saint Saint Saiwen actually doesn't agree much; even though Oden stayed on Luo Jie's ship for a while, what does Oden have to compare with Harald?

When Harald took over Elbaf, the Giants living in Elbaf were described by the world as violent maniacs and savages.

Even the former Marine Giant Vice Admiral Saulo thought the Giants of Elbaf were somewhat savage; from this, it is not difficult to see how bad the impression of the Giant race was.

Yet Harald was able to make a huge change in people's impression and perception of the Giant race—governing a savage tribe into a civilized society; just this one thing is something Oden cannot compare with.

Oden walked out of a dead end from ten thousand living paths, while Harald had no living path to walk at all.

After the God's Valley incident,

Harald broke off his own horns to atone to the World Government and serve, signing the Shallow Sea Contract and the Deep Sea Contract with Imu successively.

Finally, realizing he would be completely controlled by Imu and about to cause irreversible evil consequences, Harald gave up resistance and died under Loki's hammer.

In short,

Harald naively believed in the World Government, believing that after he became a God Knight, Elbaf could become a member nation of the World Government, gaining peace and stability like the other member nations.

Most importantly, Harald could not defeat Imu and the World Government.

Of course, these are conclusions drawn from a god's-eye view; if Saint Saint Saiwen were the Giant King, he would most likely choose to trade blows with Imu.

You used the Ten-Tailed to destroy my Inazuma; I will use Lei Ying to blow the Holy Land of Mary Geoise sky-high.

Come on, hurt each other.

So Saint Saint Saiwen chose to cooperate with the World Government; at least for now, in this stage where there is no better way to fight Imu, the cooperation will continue.

At the lowest layer of the Adam Treasure Tree, the Underworld.

Because Harald had already signed the Shallow Sea Contract with Imu, Saint Saint Saiwen decided to fight quickly to prevent that woman Imu from descending through the contract.

Why must we fight?

Because equal strength is the foundation of negotiation; negotiations with unequal strength have no meaning.

You let Ohara try negotiating with the World Government? They would issue a Buster Call to wipe them out in minutes.

"Draw your blade, Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen."

"Let me see if the so-called King of the Next Generation is truly worthy of the name."

For the great pirate who had risen powerfully in just three short years, Harald's chest was filled with long-lost battle will, instantly bringing his state to the extreme.

Saint Saint Saiwen drew Mengxiang Yixin from his heart, gathering all his essence, energy, and spirit into a single point.

"As you wish."

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~

After unleashing six consecutive strikes of the No-Thought Slash, in the blink of an eye Saint Saint Saiwen slashed out another six blades; twelve purple blade lights rushed forward like tens of thousands of heavy cavalry charging.

They sealed off every direction around Harald—front, back, left, right, above, and below.

Cutting twelve times in succession was not Saint Saint Saiwen's limit, but this battle was only for negotiation, not to decide superiority or life and death; there was no need to take things too far.

Harald's face grew serious; he gripped his great axe tightly with both hands, driving the three colors of Haki to the extreme, and suddenly slashed forward with no sign of evasion.

Boom~ Boom~

Deafening explosion waves overturned the dust; thick black-and-red smoke, like dark waves and wild tides, swept outward in all directions.

Before long, a roar of laughter pierced through the rolling thick smoke.

"Speak. What do you want to discuss?"