Brrr-brrr-brrr... Brrr-brrr-brrr...
At that moment, the Den Den Mushi rang.
Smoker gathered himself and picked up the Den Den Mushi receiver.
"Hello, this is Smoker."
"This is Mozambia of G5 Branch. Vice Admiral Smoker, are you all right?"
"Mozambia?"
Of course Smoker remembered that name. He shook his head with a bitter smile. "Not at all! We managed to escape for the moment, but the pursuers refuse to give up. Casualties haven't been severe, but none of our attacks can harm him. Morale has hit rock bottom."
Kaido was invincible!
That was the shared conclusion he and the soldiers had reached after their encounter that night.
That terrifying defense, which had taken a Railgun head-on and suffered only a faint white mark, was as despairing as the Sky Cleaver itself!
Then Smoker remembered something and could not help asking, "Hey, don't tell me you're our reinforcements! G5's advanced weapons may be powerful, but they're nowhere near enough to deal with Kaido."
"You'll die!"
"Hmph, as if I'm still alive..."
On the other end of the Den Den Mushi, Mozambia raised a finger gleaming with engine oil and pressed it against the energy core in his chest. Along with a mechanical hum, two streams of white smoke sprayed from the vents beside his ears.
"The reason I exist is to take revenge on the Beasts Pirates!"
"I won't be able to rest in peace until I've avenged this!"
The energy conduits throughout his body shifted from orange-yellow to crimson. A terrifying heat wave radiated from Mozambia, warping the air into a hazy distortion.
Clang! Clang!
Two metal sickle blades, each several dozen centimeters long, sprang from his arms. Mozambia activated their serrated edges, spinning them madly with a shrill whine. He resembled a killing machine, brimming with cold steel murder intent.