Paramount War XXVII

"Ready! Fire!!!"

On top of the Iron Curtain, the artillerymen blew their whistles and issued orders.

The soldiers below immediately aimed their cannons at the pirates beneath them and lit the fuses.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The thunderous blasts made people's eardrums ache, and some of the nearest Marines even had blood trickling from their ears.

Nearly ten thousand shells exploded within the same area. Explosions rang continuously across the ice, while smoke and dust filled the sky.

The pirates wailed and screamed as they scattered in every direction. At the same time, the magma Akainu had blasted into the sky earlier came crashing back down, melting the ice and turning this stretch of sea into boiling water in the blink of an eye.

"Akainu, you brat!"

Whitebeard gripped his bisento and frowned as he looked at Akainu, who stood atop the Iron Curtain confronting one of Ryan's young girls.

By now, nearly all their ships had been destroyed. Though he still had a hidden trump card—a ship concealed beneath the sea—it was impossible for it to carry everyone.

Far more people had survived than in the original story. Besides, that single ship could not possibly compete with the Navy's entire arsenal.

If not for Little Oars's massive body blocking the most crucial section of the Iron Curtain from rising, the situation would have been ten thousand times worse.

After giving Marco a look, Whitebeard ignored Aokiji, who was so badly injured he could barely move. He threw a fierce punch, blasting away the next volley of shells, then pointed his bisento forward and roared, "Little Oars has paved a path for us to rescue Ace! Now, charge up there with me!"

The pirates, who had been thrown off balance by the sudden turn of events, instantly howled at Whitebeard's voice.