Chapter 205: The King of War

Chapter 205: Chapter 205: The King of War Chapter 205: The King of War Twenty minutes until the execution. On one side of the crescent-shaped bay. "Moshi moshi, this is Sentomaru of the Science Unit." Sentomaru shouldered his battle-axe and held a Den Den Mushi in one hand. Behind him stood a dense line of Pacifistas. One by one, their bodies were burly and strong, their faces stern and cold, perfectly fitting the cold image of killing machines. "Sentomaru, prepare to deploy the Pacifistas." A low voice came from the Den Den Mushi, its tone calm yet carrying an irrefutable authority. Sentomaru was slightly puzzled. Isn’t the encirclement wall not up yet? But he didn’t ask further, speaking without any delay, "I understand, Fleet Admiral." Click. The Den Den Mushi’s eyelids closed. Sentomaru put it back in his pocket and was the first to jump into the plaza. "Let’s go, Pacifistas!" Beep! Beep! Beep! A dense series of electronic sounds beeped continuously, and the silent war machines were all instantly activated. The fierce battle on the field had already reached a fever pitch. The entire bay was filled with the roar of cannons and the smoke of gunpowder. With hundreds of thousands of troops clashing, if you compared people to ants, from Reiner’s view in the sky, the entire Marineford bay looked like a football field completely occupied by a surging ant colony. The battle line was still pushing forward, but Whitebeard was beginning to feel that something was amiss. The opponent’s one hundred thousand troops against his fifty thousand was an absolute advantage. Even though the sudden assistance of the beast army had narrowed the gap considerably... ...but when the various Vice Admirals began to intercept those beasts, the gap in forces was gradually restored. What puzzled Whitebeard was, why were the Marines still retreating step by step, while a portion of the forces on the plaza was no longer being deployed into the bay? It was as if this ice field was about to become a hell that the Marines were desperately trying to avoid. Whitebeard had already guessed that there was a trap waiting ahead, but he could only rely on strength to smash the opponent’s conspiracy; he could not retreat. He wasn’t here to compete with Sengoku in strategy. As long as Ace was on the execution platform, there was no such thing as retreat for them. Even if a mountain of blades and a sea of fire were laid out, they only had one path forward. Just like the scenes playing out on the field below, everyone was charging forward without fear of death. If a comrade beside them fell, they would roar and continue to advance. If a comrade in front of them fell, they had to step over them. Death never ceased for a moment. The charge never ceased for a moment. "Charge!!" "Save Ace!!" "Charge onto the plaza!!" Scarlet blood dyed the white ice red. The feet that stepped on it left red footprints one by one. They roared as they swung their swords, roaring as they fought. Broken swords and sabers were stuck everywhere on the battlefield littered with corpses. Clang! Clang! Clang! The clash of cold weapons sent sparks flying. Bang! Bang! Bullets whistled into flesh, creating sprays of blood and leaving behind torn, gaping wounds. Faced with the ferocious pirates, the Marine soldiers were not shaken by the opponent’s momentum. They raised the weapons in their hands and fought back with all their might, shedding their blood for the justice in their hearts. "You won’t get past us, pirates!!" "You talk about justice and righteousness, but the sea is in chaos because of trash like you!!" "Continue firing!!" Lives were being lost every moment. The wails of those with severed limbs filled the entire battlefield. This was the cruelty of war. But the true moment of despair had only just arrived. "Go to hell, you bastard!" Squelch! "Keep charging!" A pirate captain with brown dreadlocks cut down the enemy before him, pointed his longsword forward, and ordered his men to follow him. Bang!! And at this moment, a dark shadow fell from the sky! Beep, beep, beep! An emotionless, synthetic electronic voice invaded the pirates’ hearts like ice. Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! A dense electronic sound beeped continuously. Tall, burly figures landed one after another. Like an insurmountable, towering wall, a wall of death that brought fear to all pirates. The Pacifista army has arrived!! "It’s the Warlord, Tyrant Kuma!" "How can there be so many!!" Faced with these burly, cold-faced men, the pirates’ previously surging momentum was instantly extinguished. Ignoring the pirates’ confusion, all the Pacifistas scattered, heading towards various parts of the battlefield, leaving only one to deal with the group of pirates before it. Holding his longsword vertically in front of him, the dreadlocked captain had sweat on his palms. His expression was grave and wary, but he still braced himself and shouted: "Don’t be afraid! That must be a fake! Follow me and kill him!" "Identity recognized. Pirate." A Pacifista raised its arms, palms vertical and fingers together. Golden energy continuously gathered in its palms. "Target locked." Swish! A laser beam streaked through space and arrived in the blink of an eye. Even though the captain dodged in time, his shoulder was still pierced. Boom!!! Before he could react, a violent explosion accompanied by a dazzling light erupted behind him! The powerful blast of wind blew from behind, and the captain’s peripheral vision caught sight of his men being sent flying. "How... so strong..." Feeling the pain from his face, a sense of fear arose spontaneously. He stood there stunned, at a loss. The same scene was playing out in other places. One golden flash after another, and powerful laser beams continuously bombarded both sides of the battlefield! Continue forward? Turn back and flee? Fervent passion is always short-lived. Not everyone can face the threat of death without being moved. At this moment, he hesitated. "What are you spacing out for, you idiot! If you’re injured, fall back!" A figure sped past him. The dreadlocked captain’s gaze was immediately drawn over. It was a man wreathed in blue and yellow flames! His hands transformed into wings, flying close to the ground. He kicked out fiercely at that Pacifista! Bang! The Pacifista’s massive and heavy body was sent flying backward, scraping along the ice for dozens of meters. "Ca-Captain Marco..." The dreadlocked captain gritted his teeth, his grip on his sword tightening. "How could I retreat!" "Charge!" "Cut them down!" Marco’s expression was grave. He didn’t linger and continued to rush to other places. These guys who looked just like Kuma had suddenly appeared from both sides of the bay, instantly making the situation dire. They fired extremely destructive laser beams, their bodies were as hard as steel, and their close-combat abilities were terrifying. Ordinary people were powerless against these war machines. "Jozu and Vista are both on the front lines. I can’t handle so many of them flying around by myself." Marco couldn’t help but feel anxious, and could only do his best to help out everywhere. Just as he was about to fly towards a Pacifista that was crushing pirates with overwhelming strength nearby... A golden flash, with even greater power and speed, instantly pierced his abdomen! Bang! Marco, flying at high speed, paused and crashed to the ground, sliding for a dozen meters. An azure flame ignited from the wound, healing it. At the same time, Marco gritted his teeth and looked up, his gaze fierce as he looked at the newcomer. "You bastard, Kizaru!" "Yo, what a scary look." Kizaru pointed a finger at Marco in a sleazy manner, golden energy once again beginning to gather. "These Pacifistas are very expensive, you know. Each one costs as much as a warship to build. I can’t just watch you destroy them." "Pacifista, what a name," Marco sneered mockingly. On the execution platform. Watching the Pacifistas begin to dominate with overwhelming strength, Sengoku finally felt a trace of relief. Currently, the ones closest to the plaza on the battlefield were the front-line units led by Whitebeard’s various commanders, who were pushing forward. Sengoku didn’t care. The strategy for the front line was to fight while retreating to preserve strength, and then, after Akainu melted the ice, to go all out and beat the drowning dogs. Although he had urged the Warlords to enter the field, they were basically just going through the motions. The center of the battlefield was the Moby Dick, frozen on the sea, and Whitebeard had still not made a move. On both sides of the battlefield were Kizaru and Sentomaru, leading the Pacifistas, who had already begun to encircle and annihilate the pirates under Whitebeard’s command. "The encirclement wall can’t be raised. We’ll probably have to pay a greater price to deal with the breakout later. But the front line has almost reached the plaza. Let’s have Akainu make a move first," Sengoku murmured to himself, having already assessed the situation. Although it had deviated quite a bit from the plan, the result wasn’t too bad. Thinking of this, he was about to order Akainu to melt the ice in the bay. But just then, as he was overlooking the entire battlefield from the execution platform, he suddenly caught a glimpse of something falling from the sky out of the corner of his eye. "Is that... a person?" Sengoku couldn’t help but frown. He inexplicably thought of the beasts that had rained down from the sky earlier and subconsciously glanced up at the sky. However, besides a thick, dark cloud that enveloped Marineford, he couldn’t see anything. Wait a minute! Where did that dark cloud come from? Sengoku’s heart skipped a beat. It had been a clear day this morning. Although the smoke from the battlefield had risen and covered the sky, making the whole sky dark, when did it turn into a dark cloud? This wasn’t a particularly important matter, it was just that the abnormal phenomenon made his mind start to race. Before Sengoku could think further, the several figures falling from the sky drew his attention again. The War Ogre undead and the Gun Devil landed and immediately charged towards the left side of the battlefield. A Pacifista was opening its mouth, condensing a laser beam to aim at several pirates. Suddenly, a large hand slammed down on its head! "Roar!!" Bang!! With a roar, the War Ogre exerted force with its arm and directly smashed the other’s entire head into the ice! The laser in the Pacifista’s mouth dissipated. Its torn head revealed the mechanical skeleton intertwined with flesh and blood within. It struggled to raise its palm. However, the laser was just beginning to condense... The War Ogre’s thick, veined arm pushed a fist as heavy as a mountain and instantly smashed down! Bang!! The ice instantly exploded into a giant deep pit, spreading out for dozens of meters in a spiderweb of cracks. "What happened!" "Was there an earthquake!" The entire surrounding ice surface shook unceasingly, causing all the nearby pirates and Marines to cast their gazes over. The Pacifista was on its back, its limbs in the air. The War Ogre’s punch had directly broken through its hard-as-steel body, half its arm buried inside. Beep-beep-beep—! As the Pacifista’s faintly glowing eyes dimmed, the fanged, green-faced War Ogre pulled its arm out of the sparking body. "O-one punch!" The pirates who witnessed the scene were dumbfounded. The Pacifista that had beaten them so badly they couldn’t fight back was gone just like that? "One punch and it’s through!" "Hey, does anyone know him!" "N-no idea!" Ignoring the pirates’ shock, the War Ogre took quick steps, dragging its greatsword as it charged towards another nearby Pacifista. The air seemed to coil around the blade. The greatsword, whistling through the air, was swung around like a club and chopped down! Without any suspense, one slash directly tore open a gash that went down to the bone on the Pacifista’s body. The War Ogre grabbed the opponent’s head and pressed it to the ground, then plunged the tip of its giant sword into the gash again! Boom!! A violent explosion erupted, and another Pacifista was directly scrapped! "Roar!!" With a face as ferocious as a demon from hell, with just a few moves, it instantly scared the surrounding Marines so much that no one dared to approach. Bang! A bullet shot through the air and exploded on a Pacifista’s knee. The force was so great that it couldn’t help but stagger and half-kneel. Bang! Bang! Bang! The Gun Devil’s arm was a blur of afterimages. Several bullets shot out one after another, each hitting the opponent’s various joints. When the Pacifista knelt down, its two arms dangling, the Gun Devil strolled up to it and simultaneously raised its four arms. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! The muzzles were aimed at the Pacifista’s mouth, which was condensing a laser, and unleashed a torrent of firepower! Boom!! Yet another Pacifista directly exploded! "Invincible!" "So cool!" The pirates couldn’t help but cheer joyfully. One by one, their passion was rekindled, and they charged at the Marines with their swords and guns! "I don’t know them!" "But anyway, they’re on our side!" "Follow them and charge!" There were many strange-looking people among the pirates. To put it nicely, they were heroic. To put it bluntly, they were brainless. Faced with someone who had suddenly arrived to save them, there was no need to doubt. Anyway, they were on their side! The same scene was also playing out on the other side of the battlefield. Sukuna floated in the air, his white robe moving with the wind. Wherever he passed, Pacifistas were dismembered into scrap metal. Frieren condensed violent lightning. A lightning beam thicker than a person streaked through space and arrived in an instant, directly engulfing a Pacifista. When the dazzling lightning gradually faded, what was left on the spot was only a wreck with its various parts melted into molten iron! The war machines that had just been encircling and annihilating the pirates with overwhelming force were now being slaughtered like dogs! The thing that Luffy would be able to one-shot with Gear Second in the future was truly no different from scrap metal in front of the War Ogre and the other undead. Reiner controlled his four undead to continuously target the Pacifistas on both sides of the battlefield. They were no longer something the Vice Admirals could handle. If the Admirals were dispersed to both sides of the battlefield, it would be much more convenient to snatch Ace away later. He was just afraid that Sengoku would be ruthless enough to continue to press all his top combat power in front of the execution platform to guard it. Then Reiner would have to start targeting the Marine soldiers in large numbers. This was war. He would not have any mercy. Whitebeard would feel heartache for the pirates under his command. Sengoku would feel heartache for the Marine soldiers. Only Reiner didn’t care about the cost of his troops at all. Of the three puppet masters in this war, he had a natural advantage in strategic deployment of combat power by more than one level. As long as his stamina held out, Reiner was the absolute King of War! Ah no, Big Mom’s soldiers didn’t seem to consume any stamina at all. But Reiner’s undead had a higher ceiling. In short, each had their own perversions. On the execution platform, Sengoku’s face was so gloomy that water could be wrung from it. If looks could kill, those few undead would have been flogged hundreds of times! Where on earth did so many powerhouses come from! Sengoku’s teeth chattered from gritting them. One wave after another! At this moment, a shout came from below the execution platform. "Reporting, Fleet Admiral! The executioners have been brought!" "Let them come up!" Sengoku shouted, and at the same time ordered Akainu, who was on standby below, "Prepare for action, Sakazuki!" Then he looked at the Admirals entangled with the Whitebeard commanders in the distance and ordered, "Aokiji, you go support the left flank! Abandon the right flank and pull back!" As soon as his voice fell, before he could continue his deployment, the Den Den Mushi in his pocket began to ring. Buru-buru-buru~~ Click! Answering the call, Sengoku didn’t waste any pleasantries and said directly, "How is it, Tsuru?" "The control room has been retaken," the Den Den Mushi’s voice said, also without any extra explanation. "Just in time. Raise the encirclement wall immediately. The final ten minutes, prepare for the execution." "Understood." After receiving the response, Sengoku immediately hung up the Den Den Mushi, his gaze fixed straight on Whitebeard. The final ten minutes. It’s time for the king to enter the stage. Let Marineford be your final resting place! Looking at the figures of the few undead, Garp’s expression was complicated. You finally came after all, Luffy. (End of Chapter) ♧♧♧ We’ve hit 200 Power Stones goal As promised This week, here’s the bonus Chapter. 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