The Complete Rout

"Haha! They actually did it." Rayleigh couldn't help but laugh in the Sabaody Archipelago.

"Yeah, that guy's got some nerve," Shakky chuckled.

Such a massacre was beyond the navy's ability to stop, even if they wanted to, because there were simply too many media outlets broadcasting it live. Furthermore, the navy's control over the four seas was somewhat weaker, as its main strength lay in the first half of the Grand Line.

I kept running forward, and in the distance, I saw the warships. A sense of hope rose in my heart.

Now, in a short period of time, the navy has suffered more than half of its casualties. Caught between two attacks, these navy soldiers can only keep running; the faster they run, the greater their chances of survival seem to be.

To kill a Marine, all it takes is one slash. In the crowded scene, Marines fall one after another, some stumble, some are knocked down.

If you hesitate even a moment, a blade might come slashing from behind. Although the navy has a large number of members, the Night Pirates also have nearly two hundred members, and they kill enemies very quickly.

Moreover, there are the Night Pirates' officers who are currently engaged in a frenzied killing spree; they are responsible for the majority of the dead marines.

"How... how could this be?" A navy officer ran up to the warship with a face full of joy, but upon seeing this scene, his eyes were filled with despair. He knelt down weakly, staring blankly at the Night Pirates' flag fluttering on the warships.

The warships carrying their last hope had been captured by the Night Pirates, and each warship was more than 30 meters from the shore.

"Not good, run!" A navy officer's expression changed. He saw that the cannons of the twenty Marine warship were pointed at the shore. As naval personnel, they naturally knew the terrifying power of warship shells.

"Run? Where can we run to?" One of the marines was utterly desperate. They were surrounded by wolves in front and tigers behind. Their last hope was about to turn into despair. After being hit by a series of blows, they had completely lost their will to fight and were just going to stay there and wait to die.

Following the warship was the Lucky Goddess of the Night Pirates. The warship was operated by forty crew members, two on each ship, as their positions were moved first to prevent the marines from boarding.

Just as these marines were arriving, "All, fire!" Standing at the bow of a warship, Baccarat, under the watchful eyes of everyone, had somehow changed her clothes, now wearing a white suit and a cloak of justice draped over her shoulders.

He had the air of a naval admiral, but to the navy, it was quite ironic, because he was a pirate.

And these cannons were pointed at their comrades. Whether it was a twisted sense of humor or not, it could be seen through the screen that the two pirate crew members on each warship had changed into navy sailor uniforms.

The words had barely left his mouth when... boom boom...

Dozens of cannonballs were fired simultaneously at the shore, targeting the surviving marines, while the members of the Night Pirates remained in a safe zone.

Through the screen, all the viewers felt a visual shock, seeing what it meant to be bombarded with shells, with round after round of shells, the entire shoreline would be razed to the ground.

The roar and explosions rang out continuously, making them feel the terror of the navy and the power of its shells. However, they never imagined that one day the navy would perish under its own shells.

Each Marine warship has ample ammunition; it could easily fire for half a day.

The terrifying barrage of artillery fire left the members of the Night Pirates terrified.

Fortunately, the guns were fired from their own side, so the firepower wasn't directed at them.

Otherwise, it would be too terrifying. Although they had defeated many warships before, which made them underestimate Marine warship, they put away their underestimation when they actually saw them.

"Why haven't you killed me yet?" Williams was in great pain, but he couldn't even commit suicide. To prevent him from resisting, after all, as Marine Captain, his strength was not weak. His remaining arm and two legs had been broken.

With Teach's hand gripping his neck, he was dragged along the ground, slowly making his way to the shore.

They could naturally hear the roar of cannon fire. Williams, upon hearing it, revealed a joyful expression. "Hahahaha! Teach, your Night Pirates are finished! Did you hear that? Our navy's cannons... your crew should all be dead by now."

Williams laughed maniacally. He was truly going mad. With each blow, his companions died one by one, while he remained alive. He was in immense pain and couldn't even bring himself to die. Now, hearing this good news, he was on the verge of losing his mind.

Through the screen, pitying gazes fell upon the nearly insane navy man. He hadn't grasped the situation; things were nothing like he'd imagined.

"Haha, see for yourself, isn't it what you imagine?" Teach just smiled at the nearly insane navy man, wanting to let him witness the harsh reality firsthand.

This is a grand feast, a feast of slaughter, and also a feast for the Night Pirates to make their name on the seas, using blood and death to forge a monument called Dark Night.

Before my eyes, missiles were bombarding the ground, smoke and dust were billowing everywhere, and corpses and mutilated bodies were scattered all around, while mournful cries echoed in my ears.

The shells bombarded the land for a full ten minutes. Twenty warships and thousands of shells turned this land into utter desolation.

"Hahaha! Look at this scene you imagined!" Teach laughed maniacally as he looked at the scene. Williams, standing beside him, froze, his gaze blank. "No, impossible, how could this be?"

In such a scene, the air was filled with the mingled scents of blood and gunpowder.

Teach took a deep breath, feeling that this wasn't him, or rather, that this was his true self.

A seed called evil has taken root and sprouted in my heart, and has now fully blossomed and borne fruit. Perhaps it is not evil; it may be called freedom, but it is more of a willful indulgence.

At this moment, he truly felt a sense of exhilaration. Having lived two lives, the constraints of the law in his previous life and his desire for power in this life had been suppressed by the Whitebeard Pirates' covert presence.

Now he has ushered in true liberation in this world that is on the verge of collapse. If he had done it before, he might have felt some reluctance to slaughter these 10,000 marines, or he might have simply defeated them and let the fleeing troops go.

But now, Teach felt no burden in his heart. This was a world where the strong were respected. It wasn't that he was cruel, but that this was simply how the world was.

There are live broadcasts everywhere in the shadows; nothing can hide it from him. Let the world truly know that darkness has descended.

Now, after being bombarded by warships, less than one in ten of these marines remain, and less than one percent of them can still maintain combat effectiveness.

"Brothers, let's put an end to this battle." Teach had recovered and was calm. At his command, the remaining crew members excitedly rushed forward to carry out the final cleanup of the remaining marines.

"What a pity. I originally wanted you to die last, but I didn't expect you to have such a weak mentality." Teach glanced at the already insane Williams beside him and Teach coldly.

Those who heard this couldn't help but twitch at the corner of their mouths. To let him die last, to watch all the other marines die before he dies himself? And then to blame him for having a weak mentality? How utterly vicious.

He drew his silver pistol from his waist, pointed it at Williams's forehead, and with a "thud," Williams's body crashed to the ground, a bloody hole appearing in his head.

The Marine Captain, who had suffered a series of blows, finally died. Looking at his dead face, there was even a smile on it—a smile of relief.

Such a battle, with an absolute disparity in numbers, put immense pressure on the crew of the Night Pirates, especially the ordinary members who faced an onslaught from marines far outnumbering them at the start of the war.

If the Night Pirates' officers, along with Teach, hadn't dealt with those twenty-three Marine Captain in such a short time, causing the Marines' overall morale to collapse, the victory wouldn't have been so swift.

The Night Pirates also suffered losses, losing a total of twenty-seven of their comrades. This was unavoidable, but compared to the total number of people on the battlefield and the disparity in numbers between the two sides, this number was unbelievable.

Soon, the bloody massacre ended. The bodies of their comrades were put into sacks. After all, they were comrades on the ship, and it was impossible to bury them on the spot or throw them directly into the sea. Finding a good burial place was also necessary.

The live stream didn't stop after the war ended; they wanted to see what the Night Pirates would do next, even though the battle had already had a significant impact on them.

"Baccarat, this outfit is pretty good!" Teach's eyes lit up when he saw Baccarat in her navy uniform.

"Haha, I think it's nice too. I can wear it occasionally," Baccarat said with a smile.

"Hmm, I feel like this navy uniform suits my style quite well. Should I change into one and take a picture as a souvenir?" Nelson, dressed in a white suit and wearing a justice cape, jumped off a warship.

"That's a good idea, but won't it offend the Navy?" Wallace also somewhat interested.

"Hahaha, since we've already offended them, I'm actually quite curious to see what those Great Pirate look like in Navy uniforms," Teach laughed nonchalantly. "I can already picture the Navy's furious expressions."

It wasn't just a figment of his imagination; it was already like this. At the Marine Headquarters, Marshal Kong clenched his fists tightly. He had been furious so many times in one day, first for the massacre of the Navy, and now for taking photos in the Navy uniform.

"What do they take the Navy for! Is this just clothing? It's the Navy's honor! A bunch of damned pirates."

"Inform Brom that we should ignore the other pirates for now. This heinous Night Pirates must be dealt with; they have repeatedly damaged the Navy's reputation."

After Kong finished speaking, he was panting heavily, his face flushed red. Seeing this, He poured a glass of water and placed it in front of Kong to help him calm down.

At the same time, Tsuru's gaze also turned to the screen. In all these years, this was the first time she had seen such arrogant pirates. It was a pirate crew, the entire crew was extremely arrogant and reckless.

Teach's last words startled many people, making them imagine the image of those Great Pirate wearing navy uniforms—it was quite a sight to behold.

Furthermore, some talented individuals have already taken action. One such artist is a painter whose masterpiece, "Light of Justice," will appear at an auction and fetch a staggering 400 million Beli.

The time spent changing clothes wasn't long; there were plenty of clothes on the warship. The wait didn't make the viewers feel lonely or bored; instead, it made them even more excited.

Finally, Teach and his men emerged from the warship one by one. The warship had naval uniforms of all sizes, and the officers, led by Teach, were wearing suits, but they were all white suits.

The other crew members had changed into marine uniforms. "Who's going to take the picture?" Baccarat looked around and asked.

"It's been found." Teach smiled, looked up to his right, and beckoned, "Come back here."

It was on the shore. Some of the crew members were puzzled. They saw a figure appear in a patch of dense weeds on the shore. They could see it clearly through the live broadcast from high above. They never expected that someone would be hiding there.

Most of its body was submerged in the water, with only its head, a small portion of its torso, and its hands visible.

This surprised everyone; no one expected that a reporter was hiding here, so close to the battlefield. He's quite a talent!

Knowing he had been discovered, he was a little nervous, but he remained composed. He climbed out of the water, stood up, grabbed a camera with both hands, and jogged over to Teach and the others.

"What can I do for you?" He kept his head down, adopting a very humble posture. Kappa hadn't expected to be discovered. He had been hiding so far away that he hadn't heard what Teach and the others were saying, but from their Teach, he vaguely guessed why Teach had called him out.

Thinking of this, he felt a surge of excitement, even more so than his fear of the Night Pirates. This was a golden opportunity for him to make a name for himself and get a promotion and a raise.

"Take a picture for us, a good one, otherwise, you know how it ends," Wallace said, arms crossed, staring at the reporter.

"Yes, yes!" Of course he would take the photos properly; it was his job, not only for his own life but also for his bright future. At this moment, countless reporters envied him and wished they could switch places with Kappa.

Teach and his men stood in formation, but they didn't gather together. Some stood on the warship, some sat, some lay down, and they were all in various positions.

When it came to taking photos, Kappa was very serious, and would occasionally give them pointers, asking them to adjust their poses and positions.

Kappa glanced at the camera, frowned, thought for a moment, and finally realized the problem. "Lord Teach, it just doesn't feel powerful enough. Could you come up with a catchy slogan?"

Kappa looked at Teach and the others nervously.