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Chapter 142: Back to Dreaming Immortal

Roy's words were undoubtedly the thunder that exploded in everyone's ears. What does it mean? Could it be that Roy was going back to the past?

Even the Sand Crocodile and Ainilu couldn't help but shake their heads. Time is taboo and eternal, and no one can step out of the long river of history.

Anyone is equal before time, just like the future white beard. He is not defeated by the navy, but by time.

It is precisely because of this that the surgical fruits that can perform "ageless surgery" are called the ultimate devil fruit. Of course, although this rumor is circulating on the sea today, no one can truly prove the real existence of this ability.

In Roy's view, Ein's regression fruit is definitely the most advanced superhuman ability, and its development potential is no less than that of the Whitebeard's shock fruit and his own dream fruit.

It can be said that time is the great power that dominates the world.

"Sir Roy, can you travel through time and space and change the past?" Robin asked impatiently. If possible, she was the person who most wanted to change her past.

Others didn't speak, but from their shiny eyes, they could see that their desire for time was no less than that of Robin.

Seeing this, Roy's mouth twitched weakly, changing the past? Do you think this is a fantasy novel?

Who is the peak at the end of the pirate? When Roger dreams of becoming empty when he sees him.

What? There are Pirate Emperor, Pirate Emperor, and even the legendary Pirate God above One Pirate King. It's so terrifying!

This guy is actually at the peak of the quasi-general, and he really underestimated him, but in front of the strength of the Four Emperors half a step, everything is a cloud.

Thinking of this scene, Roy couldn't help but shivered.

"Stop, stop, do you really treat me as a god? Do you dare to think about things like traveling through time and space?" Roy said angrily: "The city of Shandora is a place that carries the souls and hopes of the ancestors of Shandya warriors. Dreams from ancient times can be preserved. All I have to do is to go upstream along these dreams and witness the glorious era."

"Although it does sound a bit like traveling through time and space, I am just a traveler pursuing dreams, like a bystander witnessing a journey, unable to intervene, and unable to change any history."

Dreams rely on people. When people die, the lights go out, and dreams will disappear. However, dreams can be entrusted and passed on. Therefore, people's dreams will never end.

The fruit has been developed to the point of Roy, and it has been close to awakening. Its understanding of dreams is traced back to its origins and truly controls the power of dreams.

Whether it is a dream or a dream, there is no difference in front of Roy, so he can shuttle through the dreams of the Shandiya people for generations.

Although everyone was a little disappointed, they also understood that this was the reason.

This world is already chaotic enough. If even eternal time can be changed, it will be really beyond salvation.

After calming down, they realized it and felt shocked.

Although Roy's ability to travel through the dream is not as shocking as the countercurrent time, and the activation conditions are quite harsh. He requires a large number of heroic spirits to support his soul, if you think about it carefully, you can discover the terrible things.

The history that the world government has been burying with all its thoughts has almost no secrets in front of Roy. Even as long as Roy pursues it at all costs, the whole world will have no secrets in front of Roy.

Don’t think that history is useless. History represents intelligence and information. For example, a certain movie next door has reached its peak. The implication of the importance of intelligence has reached its peak. The asymmetry of information is enough to affect the trend of a war.

The same is true in the pirate world. For example, ancient weapons were the greatest treasures hidden in history.

The one who knows the most profoundly about this is naturally Robin, who is a historian. Looking at Roy's back, he couldn't help but feel a little confused: "The person who controls history will definitely control the direction of the world. Lord Roy, will you be the one who leads the world?"

...

After replacing the Golden Bell Tower in the middle of the ruins of Shandora, Roy could sense the activity of the souls around him, and the dream that seemed to be deadly revived again.

"It's time. I'm going to start tracing my dreams and tear off the mystery of ancient times."

Go back to the dream and go to the immortal!

As soon as Roy finished speaking, he disappeared strangely, as if he was swallowed by a black hole in time and space, leaving a group of people there staring at him.

"Well? Didn't the captain always use his soul to pursue dreams? Why did he disappear even his body this time?" Lei Jiu asked with some concern.

"Maybe, the captain's fruit ability has been developed again!" Jin said uncertainly.

"Don't worry, men like the captain have their own reasons for doing things. All we have to do is wait with peace of mind and wait for the captain's return." Robin saw this clearly and did not think that Roy, who is the master of the dream, would encounter any danger in his dreams.

...

Only when Roy truly enters this state can he sigh at the wonders of his dreams, as if he is in a dream bubble, and every dream bubble represents a life.

"Swear to the great warrior Calgara, I will lead the Sandyans to regain my ancestral land, ring the lamp of Shandora, and let the sound of the golden bell ring throughout the heavens." A Sandyan warrior with a similar face to Weber stood in front of the statue of the great warrior and sweared seriously.

"Nolando, we have agreed that we will meet again one day. If you come to Gaya Island again and find that we are gone, what would you think? Wait for a while, and I will tell you now that we are here!" Calgara was covered in blood, like a demon, making the Angel Island warriors dare not approach, but he was not used to the thin air of the Sky Island and was unable to sustain his strength. He could only shout with his last life: "Light up--Kandora's Lamp!"

The dreams of Shandora's ancestors appeared in front of Roy like a flash of flowers, like an epic of heroes, passing on Shandora's spirit forever.

"Has the time now been traced back to four hundred years ago? It's not enough, it must be a more distant dream." Roy didn't have time to sigh at Sandia's fate, and plunged into the dreamy ocean again.

"The High Priest, the Sea God's Crown will visit our Atlantis today. We must welcome it grandly." The speaker held a spear, the spear head wrapped around black electricity, and his clothes were completely different from those of the Sandya people. If the Sandya people were wild and primitive, then the dreamer was solemn and dignified. If it weren't for the wings behind him, Roy would have thought he had entered the wrong dream.

"You are right. Although our gods have declined, the corresponding etiquette must not be missing. Go and ring the golden bell and let the sea god crown understand our determination. We will not escape, nor will we hide it!" The old man's face flashed with a hint of loneliness, but the firmness in his eyes was unshakable.
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