The most incomprehensible thing is that although he has clearly cut off the enemy's food and water sources through his own means, the resistance army is still growing, and in just a few days, it has gradually gathered more than three million people.
This number has reached one-third of the population of Alabasta.
On and on.
His plan was not only aborted, but also died in the womb.
And the longer he delays, the more likely the Baroque Studio he founded will turn against him.
After all, among the billionaire elders, some are pursuing profit, but more are pursuing the utopia plan.
Without the cornerstone, the building will collapse, as is the case with Baroque Studio today.
Many of his grassroots employees, the billionaires, have defected.
This trend is even spreading rapidly.
Of the million-strong force, there may be less than 300,000 left now.
If we exclude those who appear to be in agreement but are actually at odds with each other, there may be less than 100,000, or even less.
This is just a matter of days.
The exaggerated speed made him feel a little uneasy.
That's why he didn't show up on his own initiative. He really had no idea what to do.
Amidst the silence, Crocodile finally chose to show up and meet.
But his appearance did not surprise everyone present.
But he was not excited, just strangely silent.
Robin witnessed the whole scene, and her expression did not change.
But I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.
How many days had it been since Weiwei appeared? Only three days at most, right?
This situation has occurred in just three days.
Robin couldn't help but think of the slogan that Vivi shouted.
She couldn't help but start to yearn for it. After all, what was she looking forward to living in the dark world?
A world that can accommodate yourself.
Having wandered from the age of eight to now, what choice would she make if a world that could accommodate her could appear?
Maybe...there really is no second choice.
Exploring the truth of history is her obsession, the obsession that keeps her alive.
Because if she didn't have this obsession, she wouldn't understand why O'Hara was destroyed, and she wouldn't understand why she needed to work hard to survive.
But now she sees a second way, the way of letting go.
But such a world will never succeed.
Because the World Government would never allow such a country to be established, just like labeling the Revolutionary Army as traitors.
Chapter 115 Abdication
The Utopia Project was successfully launched.
But what Crocodile didn't know was.
In a moment, only three teams of his subordinates were left.
Mr.2 left quietly.
What no one knows disappears.
However, the important task assigned to him, the task of provoking the war, that is, impersonating King Cobra, disappeared.
But even without his participation, the war was about to begin.
The number of three million people already made the nobles tremble.
Because the king's army only had 300,000 soldiers, and that was three days ago.
Now, due to the increase in numbers, the families of the King's Army have also joined the resistance army, resulting in the fact that it is not certain whether the King's Army has 300,000 troops now.
Even if there is, the gap in military strength is ten times.
Even though they are all unprofessionally trained militiamen, the royal army may not be able to deal with them.
Inside the palace.
Cobra sat on the throne.
Beneath him were the nobles who had once given him a headache.
They are unruly and create obstacles everywhere.
But now.
They all looked sad.
Some even had dark circles under their eyes, and looked so haggard that they seemed to be dying.
"Your Majesty, please let Weiwei come back."
"Yes, Your Majesty, Princess Weiwei's playfulness must have a limit."
"It's not too late to stop now."
"Princess Weiwei has proven her strength. We will definitely cooperate in the future. We can agree to all the conditions we offered in the past."
The nobles begged.
But Cobra just looked at him and didn't reply.
In the end, the people below could not withstand the pressure.
"Cobra! What do you mean?! Or do you think that Vivi will still be the queen in the future and you can rest easy?" The speaker was Posen. He looked ugly at the moment, but he was more confident than others.
Cobra then looked at Posen and said in a steady and low voice: "No, Weiwei will not be king."
"?!"
This retorted sentence stunned the nobles below.
Then everyone's expressions became complicated, and these people with complicated expressions naturally thought that Cobra had no way to call Vivi back.
The expressions of the other group of people were even more interesting.
"Impossible! Then why can you be so calm! Your daughter is overthrowing your country!" A nobleman was puzzled.
"You're lying! You're deceiving us!"
"Cobra! You are not worthy to be king!"
"Not worthy of you!"
"Yes! You abdicate now!"
Looking at the people below and their smug expressions.
Cobra sighed. Didn't they know that as long as he was king, the rebellion would be delayed? And even if he abdicated, so what? Could his abdication disband the rebellion?
"it is good."
Cobra chose to fulfill it.
Ikalem and the guards behind him did not react at all, as if they had expected it.
Seeing that Cobra agreed so easily, the nobles below were stunned. They expected that Cobra would be furious and order a crackdown. However, none of this happened, which made the subsequent plan impossible to carry out.
But Posen was not panicked!
"Since Cobra has abdicated! It's time to choose a new king!" Then he looked around.
Those who made eye contact with him looked away.
Posen's mouth corners turned up.
Those who can appear here now are either his followers or some people who have weak foundations.
Given the current situation, these people are even less able to object.
Watching this 'farce' happen.
Cobra sighed and shook his head.
Turn around and prepare to leave.
But before he left.
Posen's men blocked their way.
"Cobra, you are no longer the king. According to custom, you need to hand over all the royal secrets."
Cobra turned his head to look at Posen, his expression becoming serious.
"Are you sure?"
Posen once again felt the pressure of the emperor. For a moment, he instinctively retreated, but when he thought that he was already the king, he gained confidence.
"This is tradition. You have to say it even if you don't want to."
"Soldier!"
Posen attempted to use his throne to command the King's Guard.
But his order fell on deaf ears.
The guards standing by the palace pillars did not move.
The veins on Posen's forehead bulged.
"I'm the king now!"
The leader of the guard, Ikalem, said in a cold voice, "Sir Posen, although you have been recognized, the succession ceremony has not yet been completed. You cannot command us yet."