Twenty minutes remained until the execution. Inside one side of Crescent Bay.
"Mosimosi, this is Sentomaru of the Science Unit."
Sentomaru carried a battle axe over his shoulder and held a Transponder Snail in one hand. Behind him stood a dense row of Pacifistas.
Each one was huge and powerfully built, with stern, cold faces—the very image of merciless killing weapons.
"Sentomaru, prepare to deploy the Pacifistas."
A deep voice came from the Transponder Snail, calm yet carrying unquestionable authority.
Sentomaru was slightly puzzled.
Hadn't the encircling wall failed to rise yet?
But he did not ask further. Without hesitation, he said, "Understood, Fleet Admiral."
Click.
The Transponder Snail's eyelids closed.
Sentomaru tucked it into his clothes and leaped into the plaza first. "Move out, Pacifistas!"
Beep! Beep! Beep!
The dense electronic chirping continued without pause as the dormant war machines were instantly activated.
The battle on the battlefield had already reached a fever pitch.
Cannon fire thundered everywhere in the harbor, and smoke filled the air.
With over a hundred thousand troops clashing, if people were compared to ants, then from the sky, Reiner saw the entire Marineford harbor as a football field completely occupied by a surging swarm.
The battle line was still advancing, but Whitebeard began to sense that something was wrong.
The enemy's hundred thousand troops against his fifty thousand gave them an absolute advantage. Even with the sudden support of the beast army, the gap had only narrowed considerably.
But once the Vice Admirals began intercepting those beasts, the difference in numbers was gradually restored.
What puzzled Whitebeard was why the Marines were still retreating step by step, while part of the forces remaining in the plaza were no longer being sent into the harbor.
It was as though this sheet of ice was about