Summit War 10
The first to join the battle was Gecko Moria.
Moria himself leaned against the shadows, a nonchalant smirk playing on his lips—he didn't care who won or lost this war, but being able to take the opportunity to collect a few powerful corpses to keep as souvenirs was a worthwhile deal.
Boa Hancock didn't even look to see if she was kicking a pirate or a marine when she kicked out; anyone who stood in her way was petrified and then crushed with a single kick.
Her face was full of impatience, but she was more ruthless than anyone else.
Donquixote Doflamingo hovered above the crowd, casually scattering his Parasite Strings. Several pirates who couldn't dodge in time were instantly manipulated into slashing at their own companions. He watched the chaos with his signature "fufufufufu" laugh, as if he were watching a meticulously choreographed puppet show.
Bartholomew the Kuma remained silent.
He didn't attack anyone, but when several pirates tried to get past him, he simply pushed them away with his fleshy hands, sending them flying along with their weapons, crashing into the distant fortress wall and disappearing without a sound.
Directly below the Execution Platform, Jora Mihawk finally moved.
He wasn't responding to anyone's orders; it was simply that Vista, the Fifth Division commander of the Whitebeard Pirates, had already brought his twin swords to a slash in front of him.
Hawkeye drew the Supreme Grade Blade "Night" from his back with one hand. The moment the sword clashed with the twin blades, the exploding sword energy slashed countless fine cuts across the ice surface within a radius of tens of meters.
He didn't pursue, but stood still, his sharp, hawk-like eyes peering through the cold glint of the sword at the man who dared to draw his blade against him.
Although most of the Shichibukai are just going through the motions, they are still the Seven Shichibukai of the Shichibukai.
Even the weakest of Moria was comparable to some of the Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates;
The strongest Hawkeye is even powerful enough to go toe-to-toe with Admiral-Emperor Level.
They don't need to fight desperately; just standing here is enough to slowly tip the scales of the battlefield.
Just as the Whitebeard Pirates were tied down by the Shichibukai of the Sea, the Iron Wall on both sides of Marineford Bay began to slowly close in.
A massive Iron Wall rose from the seabed with a dull, piercing roar, expelling seawater that churned into white Utakata at the edge of the Iron Wall.
The pirates on the ice turned back in terror, seeing the narrow gap in the bay that was constantly shrinking, and the sky outside the gap cut into thin strips by the Iron Wall.
"The Encircling Wall is about to close!"
"Our escape route is blocked—we're trapped in Marineford!"
What truly chilled the pirates to the bone was the heavy footsteps that echoed from behind the plaza after the Iron Wall closed.
One unit.
Two units.
Wutai Mountain.
Ten units.
Dozens of Pacifista, identical in appearance to Bartholomew Kuma, marched in perfect unison from behind the Marine Headquarters and lined up at the edge of the plaza.
They opened their mouths simultaneously, golden beams of light condensing within their mouths, and aimed their cannons at the pirates surrounded on the ice.
The next second, dozens of lasers shot out simultaneously, exploding into a blinding golden light curtain on the ice surface.
The pirates who were directly hit by the beam of light were instantly vaporized, without even having time to scream;
Those blown away by the aftershocks crashed onto the ice, their bodies smoldering and smoking.
The Pacifista ' firepower was even more terrifying than the naval bombardment at the bay, and their steel bodies were far more resilient than those of ordinary marines—even if they were slashed several times at close range, only a few shallow white marks would remain on their surfaces.
The Whitebeard Pirates ' outer defenses were breached in several places by this sudden barrage of fire.
The Division Commander were tied down by the Shichibukai, and the ordinary crew members suffered heavy casualties under the Pacifista ' beams of light, losing their positions on the ice inch by inch.
Above the bay, Marco was forced to retreat repeatedly by Akainu's magma;
Jozu charged through Aokiji's torrent of ice spears, his Diamond- like body covered in layers of frost.
Whitebeard himself was tightly entangled by Garp, and every collision between the two shook the earth, but he simply couldn't spare a hand to care about his subordinates who were being slaughtered.
The battle situation in the square is gradually tilting in favor of the navy.
In a corner unseen by everyone, the greyish-white figure standing atop the mast of the Moby Dick finally opened its eyes slowly.
When the Kakkō came on, no one realized what was happening.
On the high walls of Marineford, four figures had appeared there unnoticed. The sea breeze made their robes flutter, and the Red-and-White Fan embroidered on their collars were particularly conspicuous in the shadows of the smoke.
Their hands flew across the Hand Seals. The moment their Chakra condensed in their throats, all four spoke at the same time.
"Fire Release: Great Fire Annihilation!" "Wind Release: Great Breakthrough!"
In the Setsuna the wind and fire intertwined, the sea of fire seemed to be shattered in mid-air by an invisible giant hand, or swept down by a gale, covering an area far exceeding the previous ones, and crashing down on the core area of the naval defense line.
The wind fueled the fire, and the fire was amplified by the wind. The two types of Chakra intertwined, collided, and overlapped in mid-air, eventually transforming into a giant orange-red curtain that covered half the sky, pouring down from the high wall.
That was not comparable to a few fireballs or pillars of fire, but a true "sea of fire"—from the sky to the ground, from the eastern fortress to the western gun emplacements, nearly a quarter of the naval defenses were completely engulfed by flames in that instant.
Hundred Plans of elite naval personnel were engulfed in flames while still aiming their guns, without even having time to utter a complete scream.
The intense heat of the flames scorched and distorted the air, and the scorching updrafts lifted the still-burnt fragments of the military flag and the burning planks into the air, creating a scene resembling a reversed rain of fire under the overcast sky.
The entire battlefield went from extreme noise to a moment of deathly silence.
On the Execution Platform, Sengoku suddenly stood up, gripping the railings tightly with both hands. His face was a mixture of pale and ashen in the Kakkō. His fingers trembled slightly—not from fear, but because that name had finally appeared.
"Pacifista! Fight back!!"
Upon receiving the order, dozens of Pacifista simultaneously turned their cannons around, withdrawing their fire from the ice and aiming at the four figures above the high wall.
They opened their mouths, and golden beams of light suddenly condensed inside, ready to be fired at the high wall in the next second.
But the beam of light didn't have time to shoot out.
A dozen or so black afterimages appeared silently behind them like ghosts, their crimson Sharingan shining eerily in the dim light of the battlefield.