Trump Card Deployed

Unable to hit him in a fight and unable to win against him in an argument, with the other side's skin far too thick, Sengoku could only suppress his rage and glare fiercely at Allen while directing the overall battle. Inside, he was frantically ranting, What the hell is this brat waiting for?! The Five Elders?! Damn it!

Just as the various battlefields were raging fiercely, maintaining a certain intense yet controllable balance for the moment.

A group of figures wearing white masks and white suits, their auras as cold and venomous as snakes, silently appeared along the fiercest front of the battlefield—where the Imperial Guards and the Marine elites were clashing!

CP0! The World Government's highest intelligence agency, directly under its command—the Celestial Dragons' strongest shield! They had made their move!

Upon the Ice Field, blood dyed the pristine Ice Surface a glaring blackish red.

The Imperial Guards' black uniforms were torn in many places and soaked through with blood.

Against CP0, these white reapers that resembled precise Killing Machines, the formation coordination and Six Powers techniques the Imperial Guards took pride in were being ruthlessly torn apart by the enemy's more efficient, vicious, and bizarre methods!

"Finger Pistol: Queen Bee Sting!" A CP0 member's Both hands became afterimages, instantly firing dozens of air bullets capable of piercing steel, enveloping an Imperial Guards Captain attempting to rescue his comrades.

The Captain swung his blade to block. Sparks scattered amid crisp clangs, yet several tricky air bullets still pierced his arms and thighs. He let out a muffled grunt, and his movements immediately slowed.

"Tempest Kick: Chaos!" Another CP0 member leaped high into the air, his legs turning into blurred wheels of blades. Countless razor-sharp vacuum slashes poured down like a torrential rain, forcing several Imperial Guards defending in formation to retreat again and again. Several bone-deep wounds instantly appeared On Him, blood spraying wildly!

"Iron Body: Cicada Shell!" Yet another CP0 member endured the Imperial Guards' combined slash head-on, producing the clang of metal against metal. Yet his body slid away with eerie weightlessness, and he countered with a Razor Wrapped in jet-black Armament Haki, precisely slicing across an Imperial Guard's throat!

Blood gushed out like a fountain. The Imperial Guard clutched his neck, eyes wide, and slowly collapsed.

"Hold the line! For our lord!" an Imperial Guard squad leader with one arm severed roared, wielding a broken longsword with his remaining arm.

The Imperial Guards, who had originally been able to trade blows evenly with the Marine elite forces, suddenly found their pressure multiplying with the intervention of CP0, this fresh force of top assassins! Their formation was instantly Torn open! Casualties continued to mount!

Allen stopped Eating Melon Seeds. The teasing smile on his face faded, and his gaze sharpened like a blade as it Scanned the Imperial Guards caught in bitter combat and beginning to suffer casualties. Then he coldly glanced at the CP0 agents harvesting lives like white reapers.

The melon seeds in his hand were crushed into powder by Invisible force.

A cold curve finally lifted at the corner of Sengoku's mouth.

CP0's arrival was precisely the crucial move he needed to break the deadlock!

At this tense moment, Allen's lips curled slightly as he leisurely snapped his fingers.

In an instant, the once-calm sky seemed to be Tore open by an invisible giant hand, revealing a massive vortex.

Light flickered within the vortex. Then black figures descended one after another like meteors, crashing heavily onto the Ice Surface and lining up in a neat row.

A closer look revealed twenty black-robed figures. Their sizes varied greatly, with five of them towering and imposing like giants.

The other fifteen figures were as small as children.

Yet behind every black-robed figure was a pair of Black Wings Burning with flames. The fire danced wildly amid the frozen wasteland, radiating a mysterious and powerful aura.

They wore black robes, their faces concealed beneath wide hoods, making their features impossible to see. They seemed to come from another mysterious world.

These twenty black-robed figures were Allen's hidden trump card—Human Weapon Mark I models painstakingly cultivated using the bloodlines of Kaido, Shanks, Doflamingo, and Crocodile.

Allen had given them amusing names: five were called Mark I Cute Duo, five were Mark I Stinky Shanks, five were Mark I Little Crocodile, and the remaining five were known as Mark I Bird Person.

When Sengoku saw this, his expression instantly turned incomparably grave.

He activated Observation Haki, attempting to gauge the strength of these black-robed figures. Yet to his surprise, the feeling these twenty gave him was exactly the same as the Seraphim's, as though they were not human at all.

A sense of foreboding rose in his heart. Had Allen already used Vegapunk's clone to create such powerful Human Weapons so quickly?

This unknown power undoubtedly made the already complex situation even more unpredictable.

Before Sengoku could sort through his Thoughts, Allen had already issued commands to the black-robed figures.

With the command given, the black-robed figures rushed toward the CP0 members like soldiers receiving the signal to charge, launching a fierce assault without hesitation.

Although they Did not inherit the original bodies' special abilities, they possessed the Lunarian race's astonishing defensive and regenerative power.

They moved freely through the battlefield. When faced with the CP0 members' attacks, they merely swayed slightly and effortlessly neutralized them, as though those attacks were nothing more than a breeze brushing their faces.

The addition of these twenty black-robed figures was like injecting a stimulant into the Imperial Guards struggling in bitter combat. They immediately breathed a sigh of relief, their morale surging as they gradually began to gain the upper hand on the battlefield.

Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, Sengoku made a swift decision and immediately issued attack orders to the five Seraphim: S-Snake, S-Snake, S-Kuma, S-Yaksha, and S-Crocodile.

At that moment, Allen's gaze fell upon Seraphim S-Snake. He paused slightly as complicated emotions welled up in his heart.

She looked far too much like Hancock. That familiar face, that similar temperament—it was as if she were Hancock's twin sister.

Hancock also saw her own clone and immediately flew into a rage, loudly cursing, "What the hell are you? How dare you look so much like This Empress!"

Her voice was sharp and furious, echoing across the Ice Surface.

However, S-Snake acted as though she had heard nothing. She showed no reaction whatsoever and continued coldly toward her target in accordance with her orders, preparing to join the battle.

The situation was beginning to tilt in the Marines' favor!

At this critical moment, from the direction of the distant sea came a distinctive roar, filled with brute force and stubborn obsession. Like a broken gong, it pierced through the sounds of fighting and Explosions on the battlefield and rang out clearly: "Trash! Idiots! You can't even deal with this much ice?!!"

Immediately afterward came a tearful, aggrieved reply:

"Lord Jack—! The Ice Layer ahead is too thick and too hard! The ship... the ship can't get through!!"

"Can't get through?!!"

That distinctive broken-gong voice suddenly rose, filled with incredulous fury and the absurd outrage of how dare you question my ability to dock, "Then fucking—ram through it! Smash it with the bow! Blast it with cannonballs! Use your damn heads to push it! I don't care what method you use!!"