Chapter 203: Zoro and Sanji’s Sneak Attack

Chapter 203: Chapter 203: Zoro and Sanji’s Sneak Attack Chapter 203: Zoro and Sanji’s Sneak Attack "The effect is about what I expected," Reiner said, observing the battle situation below from high up in the sky. The mutated beasts that Golden Lion had painstakingly cultivated were a bit fanciful for overthrowing the world, but they were a force to be reckoned with. The legion formed from the powerful beasts that Reiner had selected from them also played a good role in this large-scale battle. A single one could match the strength of at least a Captain, and scattered across the battlefield, with him controlling them to cooperate, their lethality was fully demonstrated. Ordinary soldiers were completely powerless to resist, and Sengoku had to dispatch the Vice Admirals to deal with them, otherwise they would suffer unacceptable casualties. "The balance seems to have been broken." Below the execution platform, Vice Admiral Tsuru’s brow furrowed, making her wrinkled face look even older. She couldn’t help but worry about the situation in the plaza below. Originally, they were relying on their numerical advantage to gradually lure Whitebeard’s forces into the encirclement wall. Now, the sudden addition of these beasts had caused the frontline to advance much faster. Vice Admiral Tsuru stood still with her arms crossed, her thoughts in turmoil, as messy as the "Justice" cape fluttering behind her. After a moment of silence, Vice Admiral Tsuru looked up at the execution platform. "More than half of the Vice Admirals have been tied down, and the advance of Whitebeard’s commanders has also quickened considerably." "When the frontline pushes to the plaza, the pirates at the rear won’t have been deeply trapped in the encirclement yet. Should we still raise the iron wall immediately then?" "Raise it when those beasts are mostly dealt with." Sengoku nodded and said in a deep voice, "War is inherently unpredictable. It’s impossible to do everything perfectly. If a few slip through, then let them slip through." "At that time, our forces will have to concentrate back in front of the execution platform." Tsuru couldn’t help but worry a little. "The pirates will definitely choose to break through from the sides. We can only hope for the performance of the Pacifistas." For those who knew about the Marines’ encirclement wall plan, the current situation was not difficult to analyze. Coincidentally, Reiner knew. As long as the Marine Vice Admirals were diverted to intercept his undead army, they would definitely not be able to return to defend the execution platform in time. His undead couldn’t be killed. If they fell, they would just lie there for a while, waiting to give them another surprise later. This was also to create a better opportunity for Luffy and the others’ assault. If they were deeply surrounded by the enemy, they wouldn’t be able to escape even if they rescued Ace. ZAP! Several electric arcs flickered and, in the blink of an eye, converged in front of Reiner, forming a graceful figure. Seeing Nami land on the falcon’s back, Reiner was slightly puzzled. "Is there an unexpected situation back there?" "Hee hee, I just came over to take a look." Nami put her hands behind her back, shrugged, and giggled. She then pulled out a three-section short staff from her Nami Valley and extended it, gesturing. "The ice below and the bombardment of the cannons have formed constantly colliding hot and cold gases. I can adjust them a little to form thunderclouds." "Oh! As expected of you, to have thought of this. Won’t you be going on a killing spree later?" Reiner praised her repeatedly, providing Nami with a full wave of emotional value, and reached out to grasp the Clima-Tact in front of him. The warmth had not yet dissipated, and a lingering fragrance remained. "Let go, you idiot." "Yes, boss." Nami coldly withdrew her hand, then her palm flickered with a condensed arc of electricity that coiled around it in a ring. The next moment, the Clima-Tact in her hand floated up directly, beginning to rotate slowly until it accelerated to a speed that was extremely difficult to see with the naked eye. Her Clima-Tact had been upgraded by Usopp and Franky a while ago, and a magnetic device had been added to cooperate with Nami’s control using electric fields. Dense bubbles gushed out from the high-speed rotating Clima-Tact and then slowly floated into the rolling thick smoke gathering in the sky. "By the way," Reiner sat down cross-legged and said to the busy Nami, "Sanji and Zoro aren’t here, and you’ve come over too. Can they really keep an eye on Luffy?" "Well, don’t worry. I tied him up before I left. I told them to untie Luffy only when it’s time to make a move," Nami said in a flat tone. Tied him up? A corner of Reiner’s mouth twitched. "Isn’t that going a bit too far?" "They thought so too just now." Nami suddenly put on a pitiful expression and looked at him. "Are you going to say that to me too?" "What are you talking about? Of course, I wouldn’t (dare to) blame you." Reiner waved his hand sheepishly. "By the way, are they okay now?" "Mm, they’re all still alive," Nami nodded obediently. Then it seems they died a miserable death, Reiner mourned for them. In the middle of the frozen bay, Whitebeard stood straight at the bow of the Moby Dick, holding the Supreme Grade Sword, Murakumogiri. The entire battlefield was within his sight. Although he didn’t know what force the sudden help was or what their purpose was, he didn’t care. The current advance was exceptionally smooth. Anyone who came to help was a friend. It didn’t matter who. There was no one on this sea that he, Whitebeard, couldn’t befriend. "Pops!" Marco flew down from the sky, waved his hand to retract his burning blue-yellow flame wings, walked to Whitebeard’s side, and said with a hand on his hip and a smile: "Pops, the battle situation is quite good at the moment. At this rate, we’ll soon be able to push onto the plaza." The rescue team had brought back many wounded. Marco had let Vista tie up Kizaru and had come back to help treat his comrades. Thanks to the insertion of the unknown force, their casualty situation was better than expected. "Mm, don’t let your guard down." Whitebeard raised his gaze and looked deeply at the execution platform. "I’ve dealt with Sengoku my whole life. He’s not that simple. He probably has some other tricks waiting for us." "I know." Marco smiled easily. "But everyone is fired up right now. If you tell them to slow down, they won’t be willing." "Gurararara! You’re right!" Thump! Whitebeard laughed loudly and stomped Murakumogiri heavily on the bow. "As expected of my sons! Just charge like that! I’ll be watching you all from behind!" "Yes. Little Oars Jr. has also been clamoring to go and save Ace. Should we let him on the field?" Marco interjected again. "It’s not his time to enter the field yet. Let him endure it a little longer." "I understand, Pops." Receiving Whitebeard’s signal, Marco nodded and left. Little Oars Jr.’s strength was beyond doubt, but his massive size was like a living target in a place like this. The Warlords were also starting to enter the field at Sengoku’s urging. The situation was currently going smoothly, so he shouldn’t be allowed to take risks. It would just take some effort to console Little Oars Jr. again. At the same time, behind the plaza, in a dark dungeon... The corridors on both sides were lined with empty cells. This was a basic facility that every Marine base would have. Normally, no prisoners were held here. After all, no fool would come to Marineford to cause trouble. It wasn’t until the recent prison break incident involving Ace at Impel Down, where Magellan was seriously injured and needed to recuperate, and the Marines had to deal with Whitebeard and couldn’t split their forces between two places... To prevent any accidents, Ace was brought back to Headquarters and imprisoned in advance. After Ace was taken to the execution platform, the entire dungeon was left with only a token guard and the executioners. The faint light of a kerosene lamp cast two shadows on the stone wall. One was sneaking around cautiously, while the other followed behind, strolling leisurely. "Left, left." "Mm." "Mm, my ass! Didn’t I say left!" "I know, you bastard!" The two of them would burst into arguments from time to time, until the shadow in front stopped at a fork in the road. Bang! "Why did you bump into me, you idiot Moss-head!" "It was clearly you who stopped suddenly, you stinky cook," Zoro said, yawning, unconcerned. Sanji gritted his teeth and cursed in a low, exasperated voice, "Look at you. You don’t look like a thief at all." Why did I have to come with him to steal the key? If it weren’t for the subsequent operation, I wouldn’t want to team up with this idiot even if I died. "You’re nothing but trouble!" Sanji sneered, then turned his head and peeked around the corner, looking left and right. The left passage was a dark and deep abyss that stretched out of sight. The right passage had a small room lit by a fire, where shadows could be clearly seen moving, and faint chatter could be heard. "The execution is in an hour. I’m getting a little nervous." "Tell me about it. My hands are starting to shake." "I never thought Whitebeard’s second division commander would be Roger’s son." A tall executioner in a brown uniform chuckled. "If I execute him today, I can brag about it for the rest of my life." "What? So that’s what you’re nervous about," another fat executioner rolled his eyes at him. The tall man slammed his hands on the table and stood up excitedly. "Of course, senior! We’re going to execute the bloodline of the Pirate King!" "Sigh... if we execute him, I wonder if we’ll be targeted by Whitebeard’s remnants in the future." The fat man, who was called "senior," lowered his head and sighed. "I’m already planning to resign. After this is over, I’ll just go back to my hometown and hide and retire." "Hey, don’t scare me, senior. We’ll get retaliated against for doing our job?" Hearing this, the tall man couldn’t help but become frightened. "Of course. You haven’t seen it. Some pirates are like madmen when they retaliate..." Knock! Knock! Knock! Suddenly, a few slow, rhythmic knocks on the door interrupted the two of them. "Who is it?" The tall man stood up and walked over, puzzled. "Is it time for the execution? Isn’t there still an hour left?" Creak~~ The door slowly opened, but what appeared was not the expected pure white Marine uniform, but a blond man smiling cheekily at him. "Kon’nichiwa~~." "Eh? Are you the Fleet Admiral’s messenger?" The tall man was just stunned for a moment when the fat man behind him hurriedly stood up! "Idiot! How can he be a Marine without a uniform!!" He snatched a nearby flintlock pistol and aimed it at Sanji, shouting, "Who are you!" Clang! However, the next moment. A cold light flashed past. The man’s last sight was a splash of crimson before his eyes went dark and he fainted. Bang! Kicking the other executioner unconscious, Sanji slowly exhaled a puff of smoke and took out a rope. "Look for the key. If we can’t find it, we’ll interrogate these two later." "This uniform doesn’t seem to fit very well." Wearing a uniform that was several sizes too big, Zoro flicked the long sleeves and said lightly. "I can see that with my own eyes!" Sanji bared his sharp teeth and roared, "Can’t you find another one, you idiot! Hurry up and search for the key!" "Ah, there’s something in the pocket." Zoro fumbled around and took out a key, then turned his head to look at Sanji. "I found it." "You found it just like that!!" Sanji shouted in disbelief! (End of Chapter)