Great Eruption Over Mock Town!

The clouds churned, and the wind howled.

Great waves periodically rose across the sea, surging forward in row after row.

They crashed against the colossal warships that seemed far too arrogant in their eyes.

Yet no matter how relentlessly the waves came, they could only shatter again and again, watching helplessly as the three warships sailed toward the next swell.

"Vice Admiral Akainu, could you try to avoid shelling Mock Town? Our people and the zoologists need somewhere to stay too, and the buildings there can be put to use."

On the warship's deck, a CP5 agent looked at the towering figure of justice before him and nervously swallowed.

It was not that he was timid.

Normally, he was someone others feared wherever he went.

But this man's style of conduct, his overwhelming strength, and his terrifying abilities...

Even he felt a little intimidated.

"A place filled with pirates, even one dedicated to serving pirates, is too filthy. You people still want to live in a place that filthy?"

Akainu stood before a triple-barreled turret.

Behind him, three pitch-black Large-caliber Cannon barrels pointed straight ahead.

Yet his icy words carried tremendous weight, without the slightest courtesy toward the other man.

"Don't even think about it. Burn it all down. Have your Administrative Department come build you a clean place afterward!"

The CP5 agent opened his mouth at those words, but he did not dare argue.

He could only shake his head helplessly and return to the cabin.

Akainu ignored him, his blazing gaze fixed on the small island gradually appearing beyond the horizon. A terrifying sneer appeared on his face.

"Hmph, Mock Town. Such a den of evil had appeared right under Marine Headquarters' nose. This time, not a single one of them will escape!"

He had not even considered capturing them alive and sending them to Enies Lobby for trial. Such a large piece of meat had to be devoured clean.

Kill them all!

Burn them all!

As evening approached in Mock Town, pirate ships flying all kinds of skull flags entered the harbor one after another like seabirds returning to their nests.

One after another, vicious-looking figures with sun-darkened skin and burly builds, long blades hanging from their waists or Muskets tucked into their belts, some even with daggers strapped to their ankles...

They swaggered into town with loud shouts, then scattered into bars, restaurants, and brothels.

At this time, Mock Town had yet to be occupied by the Donquixote Family.

Thus, it was even more chaotic and dangerous than it would be in the future.

A casual glance down any long street revealed three or four figures lying in pools of blood, dead or alive unknown.

There were also two or three groups brawling. Before long, another person would probably be lying on the ground.

Yet the men and women passing by showed no surprise at all.

Instead, they shouted and egged them on, urging them to hurry up and kill someone.

So they could enjoy blood and death with their drinks~

But no one noticed a red figure walking up a nearby hill, looking down upon the filthy town from above.

This man was none other than Sakazuki, a Marine Headquarters Vice Admiral, admiral candidate, and the man known as Akainu!

To ensure the complete annihilation of every pirate, he had left the warships alone, circled around using Geppo, and set foot on Jaya.

His task was to draw everyone's attention to himself, while the three Headquarters Class Warships took the opportunity to approach, surround the town, and completely cut off all hope of survival.

Sakazuki raised both arms high, clenching his hands into fists.

Then, from his fists to his forearms, they gradually turned red and heated up, emitting thick black smoke.

The temperature of the surrounding air soared, while the killing intent in his eyes nearly condensed into a vicious gleam.

"Great Eruption—!!!"

This was his strongest move at his current stage, an ultimate technique developed after awakening his powers.

First, he compressed a vast amount of magma in his shoulders.

Then, using both arms as cannon barrels, he launched magma shells high into the air one after another.

During this process, the magma shells continuously expanded.

When they reached their highest point and fell, they transformed into enormous masses of lava resembling scorching meteors.

However, this time, he had controlled the number and range. Otherwise, if he truly unleashed his full firepower, he could easily blanket an entire major city or even a small island nation.

The only thing keeping him from true top-tier strength was his level of Haki.

Honestly, among the current three admiral candidates, Sakazuki was unquestionably the strongest in terms of power.

Just considering the high-intensity Physical Arts training he underwent every day...

That alone was far beyond what Borsalino and Kuzan could match.

Inside Mock Town.

Some drunken pirates, shoulders pressed together, hazily noticed streaks of fire shooting into the sky in the distance.

It was evening now, and the sky was darker than it had been dozens of minutes ago.

But the setting sun was still bright, so the firelight was not very noticeable.

"Burp~ Brother, what's that?"

"Mm—looks like fireworks. Someone's setting off fireworks. Pretty nice, hehehehe."

"Fireworks?"

"Aren't those supposed to be set off at night? What's the point of doing it now?"

More and more people noticed what was happening on the distant hill.

Until the first person instinctively looked upward and saw a 'flaming meteor' emerging from the clouds.

Before he could react, he was confused.

But his eyes quickly widened, and the terror on his face grew more and more intense.

The next moment, an ear-piercing scream exploded.

"METEOR!!!!"

Heads snapped upward in unison. Within the sight of the men and women on the street appeared enormous fireballs beyond description, falling toward where they stood.

BOOM—

Chaos broke out. Complete chaos. Everyone began screaming and fleeing, desperately running toward the harbor.

Some pirates did not even think to warn their captains and companions inside the taverns.

They cared only about saving themselves.

But when those swift-footed people reached the harbor, they discovered that it too was in utter chaos.

"W-Warships! The Marines are here!!"

"Three Marine Headquarters Warships! Oh God, it's over, it's all over! It's too late!"

An old pirate nearing fifty collapsed onto the ground in Despair.

They had never imagined that Mock Town, peaceful for more than a decade, would face such a day. If they had known, they never would have come.

At the same time.

Seven or eight Great Eruptions struck the ground successfully, followed by a continuous series of booming explosions.

Some crashed into taverns, some into restaurants, and some even struck brothels where men and women were making love.

Vast torrents of rolling magma surged outward in every direction like ocean waves.

That magma, far more terrifying than natural lava, swallowed everything and every life around it like demons from the Abyss.

For a time, screams, wails, sobs, and all kinds of despair-filled sounds rose and fell without end.

There might have been only seven or eight Lava Meteors, but for tiny Mock Town, they were more than enough.

The flowing magma spread wantonly through the streets, making it difficult to find anywhere to set foot.

And that was not all.

The three Headquarters Class Warships had already taken their positions, their broadsides aimed toward Mock Town. Each ship's twelve Large-caliber Cannons and one triple-barreled anti-aircraft turret spat out one red-hot shell after another.

Massive explosions completely covered the harbor, and pirate ships sank into the sea wrapped in flames every moment.

If Imu could see this scene, he would easily recognize that the power of these shells far surpassed similar shells from his previous life.

Each one was comparable to a Tomahawk cruise missile. It was said that the shells used by War Beast-class Warships specially deployed for Buster Calls were even more powerful!

It was just that their range was somewhat too short.

On the other side of Jaya.

Mont Blanc Cricket, with a chestnut perched atop his head, watched the brilliant flames from afar and listened to the terrifying explosions.

He hurriedly led 'Masira' and 'Shojo' aboard a ship to flee, thinking they could return later for a look.

Thus, they avoided this great calamity.

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