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 power once more. He precisely manipulated the surrounding seawater with gravity, forming moving walls of water and massive whirlpools that forced the surviving pirate ships to advance in only one direction—the port of Lapugas Island.
During this time, Oven and Chinjao aboard the flagship had not failed to attempt counterattacks.
Yet every long-range attack they launched, upon entering the endlessly rippling, layered Gravity Field around Dawn, was either twisted away or forcibly weakened and annihilated. None could have any tangible effect on Dawn, who hovered high in Kong.
As for close combat, they lacked any effective means of flight and 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 trace of mockery passing over his lips. While continuing to control the seawater and 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 very edge of an ordinary naval telescope's observation range, an observer holding high-powered military binoculars swallowed with difficulty. His face was pale, cold sweat covered his forehead, and his voice trembled uncontrollably as he looked at Onigumo, who stood at the bow with binoculars in hand, his body equally rigid.
The Marine-issued binoculars were far more precise than civilian models. They had clearly witnessed the horrifying sight of Dawn single-handedly destroying over a hundred pirate ships as though playing with toys.
That was no longer a battle in the conventional sense. It was a cleansing akin to a