The Navy's Great Crisis

Everyone knows that the outcome of this war will not be decided by the battlefields of the other Shichibukai, nor by the prisoners who escaped from Impel Down Great Prison, nor even by the monstrous Sea Kings.

Only the battlefield that stretches across the sky, encompassing the Pirate Kings and the Marine Hero, has the final say.

That's why, when these sailors witnessed Roy fall into the sea, almost all of them were so excited that they burst into tears.

"Did we win this war?"

"We've got this in the bag. No matter how strong Nightmare is, he can't escape the limitations of an ability user. Once he falls into the sea, he's doomed! And once Fleet Admiral Sengoku and the others can get away, the other battlefields will soon be decided."

"Fleet Admiral Sengoku Zephyr, Admiral Zephyr, Vice Admiral Garp, they are really too strong. Even the monster who killed Whitebeard head-on was no match for them!"

"Great, this war is finally over!"

"Does this war, which brings only suffering and bloodshed, truly have any meaning?"

"As long as the darkness is eradicated, all the sacrifices will be worthwhile!"

Even Doflamingo, seeing this scene, began to have second thoughts. It wasn't that he didn't believe in Roy's strength, but the Navy's siege lineup was too formidable, and failure was not impossible under these circumstances.

Boom!

The upper body of a Giant Sea Kings emerged from the sea, like a steep mountain rising from the ground. It opened its blood-red maw full of fangs, and it seemed that a human figure stood on the tip of the monster's tongue with his arms crossed. The ferocious and brutal monster was now extremely docile, not even daring to tremble its tongue. It was like a lifelike statue, peaceful and serene.

Upon seeing this, the once-boiling navy fell silent once more.

"Heh, I was careless. I didn't expect the three of you to cooperate so meticulously. I really underestimated you." Roy lightly leaped onto the top of the Sea Kings's head and looked down at the sea below.

"Damn it, I forgot he can control Sea Kings!" Sengoku's face was gloomy, and he felt extremely guilty, believing that he had wasted this hard-won opportunity.

"Who could have imagined that his control over Giant Sea Kings had reached this level!" Zephyr's lips curled into a bitter smile. He had thought that Nightmare was only capable of issuing some very simple commands, but judging from the current situation, it was no surprise that he could control them as if they were his own limbs.

"Indeed, this is the only way!" Garp grimaced and rubbed his chest before continuing, "Look, in such a short time, his injuries have healed completely. You could say that the Nightmare Devil Fruit Ability makes him invincible from the start. Unless we can kill him instantly, we absolutely cannot outlast him in a war of attrition. In this situation, the only thing we can do is use Sea Stone or seawater to kill him the moment he loses his power!"

Perhaps he had spoken too excitedly, which aggravated his wound, and Garp gasped again.

"Hmm," Sengoku, who had been nodding in agreement, asked with concern when he saw his good friend's expression, "Garp, are you alright?"

"Not bad, but you guys better be careful. Besides his swordsmanship and Devil Fruit powers, this guy's physique is incredibly strong. When I clashed with him just now, it felt like my internal organs exploded, and I still haven't recovered." Garp was now doubtful. Was the person who couldn't even withstand a single punch from him five years ago really this monster?

"His physique is actually quite strong!" Zephyr nodded thoughtfully, then suddenly realized that the Nightmare in his sight had disappeared without a trace, and shouted loudly.

Roy appeared behind Sengoku like a ghost. If it weren't to lower their guard, he wouldn't have been interested in listening to their long-winded talk. Now that he had found their weakness, he naturally pushed the Seven Star Sword forward without hesitation.

Sengoku, who was gripped by the threat of death, was instantly jolted awake and dodged to the side without thinking. Zephyr and Garp also reacted quickly and rushed toward Sengoku's location.

Buzz!

Dream Mist descended, the group was momentarily lost in thought. Knowing he couldn't influence them for long, Roy didn't change his target.

At the critical moment, Kizaru fired a laser beam, causing the Seven Star Sword to deviate slightly from its trajectory. The beam grazed Sengoku's heart and pierced his body, the tip emerging from his chest, as if pinning Sengoku to the void.

"Ah!" The soul-tearing pain roused Sengoku from his dream, and he couldn't help but cry out in agony.

Garp and Zephyr also woke up one after another, and upon seeing such a horrific scene, they were filled with rage.

Sengoku knew that, having been severely wounded by this sword, even if he didn't die, he would have little chance of fighting again in this battle.

The consequence of this is that the fragile balance will be broken, and even with the combined strength of Garp and Zephyr, they will definitely not be a match for Nightmare.

Once the three of them are defeated, no matter which battlefield Nightmare joins, he can quickly secure victory. In that case, the war will most likely end with the demise of the Navy, and the world will eventually enter a dark and chaotic pirate era, which he absolutely cannot tolerate!

Therefore, with a fierce determination, Sengoku endured the searing pain that burned his soul and gripped the tip of the sword that had pierced through his chest with both hands.

"Quick, kill him now!"

Sengoku was forcing Roy to make a choice: either grip his longsword tightly and endure the fierce attacks from Garp and Zephyr, or remove his hands and abandon his proud swordsmanship.

"Sengoku, don't do anything reckless, you'll die if you keep going like this!" Garp's face was contorted with rage. He naturally knew that what Roy held in his hand was the legendary Demon Sword, which could devour flesh and blood while also searing the soul, a double torment to the soul.

Even a slight cut can cause unbearable pain, and the suffering that Sengoku is enduring is beyond the imagination of ordinary people. In the end, his soul may even collapse before his body.

"Ah! Hurry, I can't hold on any longer!" Sengoku's painful cries echoed across the sea, causing many sentimental naval soldiers to burst into tears.

"That was Fleet Admiral Sengoku; he was..."

"Why is this happening? Is there really no way out for our navy?"

"Hmph, ignorant. Do you think you can stop me like this?" Roy coldly raised his longsword high, letting Sengoku's mangled body hang on the blade. "To me, it makes no difference. I might as well treat you, the Fleet Admiral, as my sword. Let's see if those two have the resolve to throw a punch at you!"