All the noise around him disappeared at once and the whole world had become extraordinarily quiet.
People around were not sure when but the air had gradually become moist.
The thick smoke and churning thunderclouds lingered in the sky, and under the high temperature of the interweaving of thunder and fire, a drizzle of rain slowly fell from the sky.
The howling wind, the icy rain, the dim world, blood, fire, and the miserable figure lying on the ground formed a shocking picture.
It seems that even the sound of the wind was filled with sadness and desolation.
The civilians of Fishman Island cautiously stuck their heads out from their house and saw the dilapidated ruins in fear, their eyes reddened watching this scene.
Involuntarily, everyone fell silent and watched in silence as the two figures—one standing and the other lying down—wept pitifully.
The surroundings were very quiet; neither the countless fishermen nor the members of the new navy dared to say a word and even subconsciously held their breath for fear of disturbing the two.
Everyone knows how much courage the Golden Lion has used up to say that sentence at this moment.
But no one could understand the pain in his heart.
"We defended Fishman Island."
"Yes, Fishman Island was defended. But in "We" only "I" am left."
"All comrades are dead. All are dead!!"
It was the most tragic thing on the battlefield and more painful than dying on the battlefield.
"Nice job, Golden Lion." Liu Feng spoke up.
He lowered his head but his voice was actually choked with a hint of hoarseness.
It was just such a simple sentence, but it made the Golden Lion tremble, unable to suppress the complicated emotions in his heart any longer, and burst into tears.
In the wind and rain, the navy looked at the crying Golden Lion with tears in their eyes and the coldness in their hearts seemed to be more piercing than the cold rain.
One, two, three, four—one after the other—they raised their arms slowly and somberly.
Everyone's body was as straight as a javelin.
Facing the blood-stained figure lying on the ground, they all gave an extremely solemn military salute!!
Each of them knew that Admiral Shiki had already fought for the last moment.
His injuries can be easily seen without even needing professional observation.
Almost all of the Golden Lion's ribs were broken and there were even a few lethal slash wounds.
The military uniforms on the chest and back had been bombed to pieces, revealing his skinny body skin and his pale bones and flesh were inside.
It was hard to imagine what kind of tenacious will this man used to drag the huge fish-man island back to Dressrosa.
He had such a painful injury but in the end, he didn't say anything. He didn't have the kind of "mumble" he used to say about the new navy.
He saw Liu Feng's and his first sentence was just something like, "We guarded Fishman Island."
The rain was getting bigger and bigger.
It crackled on everyone's military uniforms, causing a thick layer of water mist to emerge from the ground.
Everyone gritted their teeth and took off their military caps.
They prevailed in the Battle of Dressrosa, and they crushed and thrashed the Blackbeard Pirates of the Four Emperors, who were ruling through the New World.
But all this in front of them made each of them try the bitterness of failure.
In the wind and rain, Liu Feng sighed in his heart, looking at the old man in front of him who couldn't help but cry and he didn't know what to say to comfort him.
He opened his mouth but he couldn't say a word as he knew that the Golden Lion was not afraid of death.
How could a pirate like him, who has been across the sea for countless years, be afraid of death? However, there were many things in this world that are scarier than death.
The pain in the heart was worthless in comparison to a broken hand or arm, and even the bandages were removed, but it was the most poisonous.
In Liu Feng's mind, the words that Zephyr once said suddenly poured out.
'The military is a magical place. You can risk your own life, but what about your comrades-in-arms?'
"You're such a sensible old fellow, Zephyr."
Liu Feng raised his head and muttered in a voice that only he could hear.
He let the rain hit his face, as if he didn't want others to see the tears spilling out of his eyes.
The world seems to have only rain left.
"It does not matter."
Liu Feng suddenly said something.
The Golden Lion was stunned for a moment, his face as pale as a dead man, and suddenly burst into a frantic flush.
He growled frantically, "It doesn't matter!!!!"
"There are relationships!!"
"I never said that I want to be a navy!!"
"I am a big pirate with a bounty!!!"
"But they are one by one rushing to stand in front of me to protect me!!!"
"Why do they want to save me on their own initiative???!!!"
"I, the Golden Lion, Shiki, am an incurable scum... SCUM!!!"
He covered his face tightly with one hand, and hot tears spilled from his fingers, and he was crying, heartbreaking.