The slaughter on the ice of Marineford Bay continued without end. Explosions flared and thundered everywhere, while the pungent stench of sulfur flooded their nostrils.
Black smoke mingled with drifting ash, shrouding the entire sky in a hazy gray veil.
A hawk circled high overhead, with Reiner standing atop it and looking down at the battlefield.
The Navy had deployed one hundred thousand elite soldiers for this battle, while Whitebeard's allied pirate fleets from the New World had roughly fifty thousand men.
Even setting aside the top-tier fighters, the Navy held an overwhelming advantage, not to mention that they were fighting on home ground.
Yet the battle below had reached a stalemate, and the Navy's defensive lines were even being pushed back bit by bit.
"Looks like they plan to lure every pirate deep into the bay before closing the net. How greedy."
A cold glint flashed across Reiner's glasses as dozens, perhaps hundreds, of black lines appeared vertically in the air above him.
The next moment, the black lines opened one after another into void rifts resembling vertical eyes.
"Roar!!"
"Hiss!!"
The dark, bottomless openings seemed to connect to a grim and desolate realm, as enormous, savage monsters extended their claws and fangs from within.
"A gift from Golden Lion. Enjoy it, Sengoku."
With a cold sneer, Reiner swept out his hand, and all the beasts immediately broke free of their restraints and plunged toward the battlefield below!
Their massive bodies accelerated under gravity, tearing through the air with piercing whistles.
Whoosh—!
Whoosh—!
In the bay, a pirate who had been shot and knocked down struggled to prop himself up on the ice, trying to stand.
Suddenly, he caught sight of countless black shadows rapidly falling from the sky out of the corner of his eye. Startled, he could