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Chapter 1275
chapter 0534 part 2
So the Avengers came to this world overrun by pirates.
"Captain! We've been here for a year, how much longer do we have to wait before we can return to our own universe!"
Natasha Romanoff looked at the seemingly calm sea surface in the distance. Thinking of the sea monsters swimming below the sea surface that were even larger than mountain peaks, she felt like she was going crazy.
Over the past year, they were either being hunted by the Navy or fighting those pirates. After finally getting ashore, they still had to protect those missionaries and deal with the encirclement and suppression by those noble armies. Especially after witnessing the disgusting faces of the upper-class nobles in this world and learning about the existence of the deformed system of the Celestial Dragons, Natasha Romanoff went from initial curiosity about this world to gradually hating it intensely.
Compared to the universe they were from, although it was also bad, at least on the surface, a kind of fairness was maintained. Even if there were many scumbags among the high-level staff, when they did things, they at least had to consider the influence. But those Celestial Dragons, those nobles of the kingdoms, they didn't care about any influence at all. Natasha Romanoff personally saw a bastard wearing a bubble head, who looked like a fat pig, beat a couple to death in the street and stole their daughter. What was ridiculous was that those Navy officers wearing Great Cloaks of Justice just watched with their own eyes. From that moment, Natasha Romanoff knew that this world was almost rotten to the core. The uppermost layer exploited without restraint, and the Navy, who claimed to be Justice, were actually just the running dogs of the Rulers, protecting their own interests. Those kings and nobles were also like leeches, constantly sucking the vitality from the bottom layer of the populace. Ordinary people had a hard time just surviving in this deformed society. For them, people from modern society, this world was filled with an extreme sense of distortion.
Perhaps this was also the reason why the Avengers were willing to cooperate with the Heavenly Court's missionaries to spread faith in this world. Since this world was already rotten to the core, how much worse could it get?
"Captain, food is ready!" Hawkeye Barton, wearing beach shorts and bare-chested, walked onto the deck and called out to the two of them. At this time, Hawkeye's muscle definition was much more pronounced than when he first arrived in this world. Natasha Romanoff's eyes couldn't help but linger on his six-pack abdominal muscles.
When the three of them walked into the ship cabin, there was a long, large wooden dining table. Several sailors were busy moving back and forth, setting out a feast of food on it. Although they had been at sea for a long time, there were still fresh olives and lettuce leaves on the table, as well as some beautiful fruits covered in water droplets placed in baskets, which looked particularly enticing on this vast ocean.
Several Middle-aged Men wearing black robes sat at the dining table, discussing their upcoming evangelizing journey. Steve Rogers walked to the dining table. After sitting down, he picked up a bottle of rum, tilted his head back, and took a long, hard gulp.
"Your evangelizing in the Grand Line failed. Where are you planning to go next?" Steve Rogers looked at the Middle-aged Men in black robes.
A Middle-aged Priest picked up an orange in front of him and began skinning it. "Find a place to wait for reinforcements. We underestimated this world's military force. The mid-to-high-level staff of the Navy are not weak, and the modern weapons we brought don't have an advantage!"
"We have already sent out a seeking aid signal. Someone will come to reinforce us next!"
"I don't understand. What is the purpose of everything you are doing? Is it simply to save them? Save those ordinary people!" Steve Rogers put down the rum wine bottle in his hand and looked at the Middle-aged Priest with doubt.
The Middle-aged Priest put a segment of the peeled orange into his mouth. The moment he chewed it, his eyes immediately narrowed. He calmly shared the orange in his hand with his colleagues beside him. Seeing the other priests wince from the sourness, the expression on his face finally twisted.
"Steve Rogers, you don't need to think of us as so noble. Our purpose for coming to this world is very simple. As you see, we are propagating the faith in the Lord. Only by rescuing these ordinary people from Hell can they feel the radiance of the Heavenly Emperor and devoutly convert!"
"You have paid so much, just to make them believe in Tang?" Steve Rogers said, surprised, "What can those people offer? Their rations?"
Over the past year, he personally saw the large expenditure of these missionaries. Not only did they provide a massive amount of grain, cloth, and other necessities for those believers, but they also provided various firearms and ammunition to arm the believers, helping them seize land and power from the nobles. In his opinion, their investment and return were completely disproportionate. He couldn't see what return these clerics could get from the poor people.
Although he hadn't interacted much with Tang Song, Steve Rogers could tell that he was not a god enthusiastic about charity. At least his kindness was not pure. He didn't think Tang Song would do something that resulted in a loss. In Steve Rogers' opinion, these missionaries and Tang behind their backs must be getting something from this world.
"The strength of faith is also a resource, it is a very precious resource!"
After the Middle-aged Priest said something profound, he picked up a piece of bread in front of him, put a meat patty on it, took a bite, and chewing, he said to Steve Rogers, "Steve Rogers, what we are doing is just an initial investment. This world has the resources we need. Those Devil Fruits you are looking for, Seastone, and the meat of these Sea Kings! Even the believers, they are all our valuable resources!"
The Middle-aged Priest held up the meat patty sandwich he had taken a bite out of and gestured towards Steve Rogers. "Once the corrupt government of this world is overthrown, we will trade with the new government of this world to obtain the things we want!"
"This behavior of yours?" Steve Rogers blinked, feeling inexplicably that the operation of these priests seemed familiar.
So the Avengers came to this world overrun by pirates.
"Captain! We've been here for a year, how much longer do we have to wait before we can return to our own universe!"
Natasha Romanoff looked at the seemingly calm sea surface in the distance. Thinking of the sea monsters swimming below the sea surface that were even larger than mountain peaks, she felt like she was going crazy.
Over the past year, they were either being hunted by the Navy or fighting those pirates. After finally getting ashore, they still had to protect those missionaries and deal with the encirclement and suppression by those noble armies. Especially after witnessing the disgusting faces of the upper-class nobles in this world and learning about the existence of the deformed system of the Celestial Dragons, Natasha Romanoff went from initial curiosity about this world to gradually hating it intensely.
Compared to the universe they were from, although it was also bad, at least on the surface, a kind of fairness was maintained. Even if there were many scumbags among the high-level staff, when they did things, they at least had to consider the influence. But those Celestial Dragons, those nobles of the kingdoms, they didn't care about any influence at all. Natasha Romanoff personally saw a bastard wearing a bubble head, who looked like a fat pig, beat a couple to death in the street and stole their daughter. What was ridiculous was that those Navy officers wearing Great Cloaks of Justice just watched with their own eyes. From that moment, Natasha Romanoff knew that this world was almost rotten to the core. The uppermost layer exploited without restraint, and the Navy, who claimed to be Justice, were actually just the running dogs of the Rulers, protecting their own interests. Those kings and nobles were also like leeches, constantly sucking the vitality from the bottom layer of the populace. Ordinary people had a hard time just surviving in this deformed society. For them, people from modern society, this world was filled with an extreme sense of distortion.
Perhaps this was also the reason why the Avengers were willing to cooperate with the Heavenly Court's missionaries to spread faith in this world. Since this world was already rotten to the core, how much worse could it get?
"Captain, food is ready!" Hawkeye Barton, wearing beach shorts and bare-chested, walked onto the deck and called out to the two of them. At this time, Hawkeye's muscle definition was much more pronounced than when he first arrived in this world. Natasha Romanoff's eyes couldn't help but linger on his six-pack abdominal muscles.
When the three of them walked into the ship cabin, there was a long, large wooden dining table. Several sailors were busy moving back and forth, setting out a feast of food on it. Although they had been at sea for a long time, there were still fresh olives and lettuce leaves on the table, as well as some beautiful fruits covered in water droplets placed in baskets, which looked particularly enticing on this vast ocean.
Several Middle-aged Men wearing black robes sat at the dining table, discussing their upcoming evangelizing journey. Steve Rogers walked to the dining table. After sitting down, he picked up a bottle of rum, tilted his head back, and took a long, hard gulp.
"Your evangelizing in the Grand Line failed. Where are you planning to go next?" Steve Rogers looked at the Middle-aged Men in black robes.
A Middle-aged Priest picked up an orange in front of him and began skinning it. "Find a place to wait for reinforcements. We underestimated this world's military force. The mid-to-high-level staff of the Navy are not weak, and the modern weapons we brought don't have an advantage!"
"We have already sent out a seeking aid signal. Someone will come to reinforce us next!"
"I don't understand. What is the purpose of everything you are doing? Is it simply to save them? Save those ordinary people!" Steve Rogers put down the rum wine bottle in his hand and looked at the Middle-aged Priest with doubt.
The Middle-aged Priest put a segment of the peeled orange into his mouth. The moment he chewed it, his eyes immediately narrowed. He calmly shared the orange in his hand with his colleagues beside him. Seeing the other priests wince from the sourness, the expression on his face finally twisted.
"Steve Rogers, you don't need to think of us as so noble. Our purpose for coming to this world is very simple. As you see, we are propagating the faith in the Lord. Only by rescuing these ordinary people from Hell can they feel the radiance of the Heavenly Emperor and devoutly convert!"
"You have paid so much, just to make them believe in Tang?" Steve Rogers said, surprised, "What can those people offer? Their rations?"
Over the past year, he personally saw the large expenditure of these missionaries. Not only did they provide a massive amount of grain, cloth, and other necessities for those believers, but they also provided various firearms and ammunition to arm the believers, helping them seize land and power from the nobles. In his opinion, their investment and return were completely disproportionate. He couldn't see what return these clerics could get from the poor people.
Although he hadn't interacted much with Tang Song, Steve Rogers could tell that he was not a god enthusiastic about charity. At least his kindness was not pure. He didn't think Tang Song would do something that resulted in a loss. In Steve Rogers' opinion, these missionaries and Tang behind their backs must be getting something from this world.
"The strength of faith is also a resource, it is a very precious resource!"
After the Middle-aged Priest said something profound, he picked up a piece of bread in front of him, put a meat patty on it, took a bite, and chewing, he said to Steve Rogers, "Steve Rogers, what we are doing is just an initial investment. This world has the resources we need. Those Devil Fruits you are looking for, Seastone, and the meat of these Sea Kings! Even the believers, they are all our valuable resources!"
The Middle-aged Priest held up the meat patty sandwich he had taken a bite out of and gestured towards Steve Rogers. "Once the corrupt government of this world is overthrown, we will trade with the new government of this world to obtain the things we want!"
"This behavior of yours?" Steve Rogers blinked, feeling inexplicably that the operation of these priests seemed familiar.
