The Battle Begins

Seeing that the surviving pirates had been frightened out of their wits and only wanted to turn around and flee this devilish sea, Dawn used his ability again. He precisely controlled the surrounding seawater with gravity, forming moving walls of water and massive whirlpools that forced the surviving pirate ships to head in only one direction—the port of Lapugas Island.

During this time, Oven and Chinjao aboard the flagship did not refrain from trying to fight back.

But every long-range attack they launched was either warped and deflected, or forcibly weakened and erased the moment it entered the rippling, layered gravitational field around Dawn. None of them could have the slightest tangible effect on Dawn, who hung high in Kong.

As for close combat, they lacked any effective means of flight. They could only watch helplessly as Dawn, like a god of punishment, slaughtered their fleet at will.

Seeing that his objective had been achieved, Dawn glanced into the distance, a hint of mockery passing over his lips. As he continued controlling the seawater to guide the remaining pirates, he slowly flew back toward Lapugas.

"Commodore... what, what do we do? Do we follow the original plan... or?"

On the flagship of the Marine fleet, hidden at the edge of the observation range of ordinary naval telescopes, an observer holding a high-powered military telescope swallowed with difficulty. His face was pale, cold sweat covered his forehead, and his voice trembled uncontrollably as he looked toward Onigumo, who stood stiffly at the bow with a telescope in hand.

The telescopes equipped by the Marines were far more precise than civilian models. They had seen with perfect clarity the horrifying sight of Dawn destroying over a hundred pirate ships by himself as though he were playing with toys.

That was no longer