Twenty minutes before the execution, inside one side of the Crescent Bay.
"Moshi moshi, this is Sentomaru of the Science Unit."
Sentomaru rested a battle axe on his shoulder and held a Den Den Mushi in one hand. Behind him stood a dense row of Pacifistas.
Every one of them was broad and powerfully built, with stern, cold expressions—the perfect image of a merciless killing machine.
"Sentomaru, get the Pacifistas ready to deploy."
A deep voice came through the Den Den Mushi, calm yet carrying an authority that brooked no argument.
Sentomaru was a little puzzled.
Hadn't the encircling wall still not risen?
But he didn't ask any questions and replied without hesitation, "Understood, Fleet Admiral."
Click.
The Den Den Mushi's eyes closed.
Sentomaru tucked it into his clothes, then leaped onto the plaza first. "Let's move, Pacifistas!"
Beep! Beep! Beep!
A dense stream of electronic beeps rang out as all the dormant war machines activated at once.
The fierce fighting on the battlefield had reached its boiling point.
Cannons roared and smoke billowed across the entire bay.
With more than a hundred thousand troops clashing, if people were ants, then from the air Lina saw Marineford's entire bay as a football field completely overrun by swarming masses.
The front line was still advancing, but Whitebeard was beginning to sense that something was wrong.
The enemy had a hundred thousand troops against his fifty thousand—a decisive advantage. Even the sudden support of the beast army had only narrowed the gap somewhat.
But when the various vice admirals began intercepting the beasts, the difference in numbers gradually returned.
What puzzled Whitebeard was why the Navy kept retreating, while the troops still on the plaza weren't being sent into the bay.
It was as if the Navy feared the sheet of ice