Marineford, Marine Headquarters.
Cries of battle rose from all sides, while cannon fire thundered without cease.
Iron and blood intertwined, composing a symphony called war.
The Marines and pirates engaged in a fierce, brutal slaughter. Blood, corpses, severed limbs—horrifying scenes could be seen everywhere.
Below the execution platform, Akainu sat in a broad chair, his expression dark and his brows tightly furrowed.
The combat strength and morale displayed by the Whitebeard Pirates and their forty-three subordinate pirate crews had far exceeded his expectations. A stalemate was gradually forming across the battlefield.
But...
The Beast Pirates and Big Mom Pirates were still nowhere to be seen!
They had to seize the advantage before those other two pirate crews appeared. Otherwise, once those two forces entered the battlefield, Marine morale would plummet, and they would be thrown directly onto the back foot.
"We can't keep dragging this out!"
Akainu abruptly rose from his chair. Crimson light emerged from his arms as thick black smoke billowed upward. Boiling magma churned ceaselessly, and the blazing heat warped the air.
Meteor Volcano!
Hundreds, even thousands, of enormous magma fists were hurled into the sky by Akainu, raining down upon the rear of the Whitebeard Pirates in the distant military harbor bay and enveloping the pirates charging forward.
Boom! Boom! Boom!...
The massive magma fists radiated blistering heat. A graze meant injury, a hit meant death. They continuously crashed onto the ice, blasting enormous holes into it and sending clouds of white steam into the air.
For a moment, the pirates of the Whitebeard Pirates showed terrified expressions. They scattered in every direction, dodging the magma falling from above. Their morale was shaken, and none of their previous unstoppable momentum remained.
However, the wind-up for Akainu's large-scale attack had been far too obvious, and the magma