Kyros, was having a great time killing among the giants.
Each swing of his greatsword carried a power capable of slicing through steel.
Those naval Giant Vice Admiral, some over ten meters tall, were like clumsy puppets under his sword, their ankles severed as they collapsed to the ground with a thud.
A Giant Vice Admiral, with his last ounce of strength, swung his Giant Axe down at him.
Kyros touched the ground with both feet and his body sprang up like a spring, leaping directly onto the surface of the Giant Axe axe.
He ran wildly along the axe handle, rushing towards the giant in his terrified gaze, and slashed horizontally with the greatsword, blood gushing out.
The thirteenth.
Kyros landed on the ice and shook the blood off his sword.
Bar, in his rock giant form, remains the most conspicuous presence on the battlefield.
With each swing of its massive, hundred-meter-tall body, dozens of naval soldiers were sent flying.
The naval gunfire only left small dents on the rock surface, which were quickly filled and repaired by the surrounding rocks.
He walked step by step toward the Marine Headquarters building, leaving a trail of chaos in his wake.
However, the mid- to high-ranking naval officers were not without a chance to fight back.
After the initial chaos, the powerful Vice Admiral began to organize an effective counterattack.
They worked in groups of three or five, using Armament Haki to withstand the attacks from the Hachinosu executives, and then looking for an opportunity to counterattack.
On the other side of the battlefield, the pressure on the Whitebeard Pirates was greatly reduced due to Sengoku's orders.
The naval soldiers who had originally surrounded them turned around and went to deal with the people on Hachinosu.
This gave the Whitebeard Pirates a precious chance to catch their breath.
Marco wanted to escort Whitebeard back, blue flames burning on his body, healing his wounds.
His gaze swept across the battlefield, watching the officers from Hachinosu rampage through the naval ranks, a complex smile appearing on his lips.
" Pops, the people from Hachinosu..." Marco turned to look at Whitebeard.
Whitebeard still stood on the ice, with Murakumogiri leaning on his arm beside him.
The bleeding from his chest wound was temporarily stopped by Marco's blue flame healing.
But everyone could see that Pops had reached his limit.
His breathing was heavy and erratic, and his hand holding the naginata was trembling slightly.
But there was no sign of backing down in Whitebeard's eyes.
"Gurara-- Roy, that kid, he knows how to pick his timing."
Whitebeard looked up at the massive hull of the Ark Maxim in the sky, then at Akainu confronting Lucci and the others, and suddenly burst into laughter.
"Sons, get Ace and Luffy to the port now!"
"But Pops— " Jozu was about to say something when Whitebeard interrupted him with a wave of his hand.
"I can still fight."
Whitebeard's voice was resolute.
"The most important thing is for you to get Ace out safely."
The people of Hachinosu have helped us tie down the main naval force; we can't waste this opportunity.
"But, Pops, you..."
" Marco, I don't want to die Pops old age in a hospital bed!"
"For a pirate, dying on the battlefield is the most romantic ending, isn't it!"
"What are you saying, Pops?!"
Before Marco could finish speaking, he was moved by Whitebeard's gaze as he looked towards the battlefield.
As Whitebeard said, how could Whitebeard had roamed the seas for decades willingly die of old age on a sick ship?
Ace, on Pops had placed high hopes, has now been rescued, and the 'successor' of the Whitebeard Pirates has been found.
He now has no reason to stop Whitebeard's thirst for battle.
Even though he could see that Whitebeard was determined to die.
Marco gritted his teeth, took a deep look at his Pops, and finally nodded.
He flapped his wings and took flight, leaving a long trail of blue flames in the air.
The captains surrounding Whitebeard were all well aware of Whitebeard resolve.
One by one, they either held back their tears or pretended to be confused, smiling as they bid their final farewell to Whitebeard before flying off in the direction of Luffy and Ace.
Meanwhile, Luffy and Ace, under the cover of Jinbe, Moria, and Hancock, were rushing towards the port.
Luffy was completely exhausted and was barely dragging himself forward by sheer willpower.
Ace wasn't in much better shape either; although the flames had reignited,
However, his body, which had been suppressed by the Seastone chains for many days, had not fully recovered, and every time he used the Fire Fist, he was accompanied by severe dizziness.
"Hang in there a little longer! The port is just ahead!"
Jinbe blasted away the Navy soldier blocking his way with Five Thousand Brick Fist, then turned and shouted at the two men.
Moria's shadow bats formed a black barrier behind them, blocking all the pursuing artillery fire.
Hancock was responsible for clearing away the stragglers surging from both sides; each time she kicked out with her Perfume Femur, several naval soldiers turned to stone.
Meanwhile, Marco had already flown over them from the direction of the port.
The blue flame wings unfurled in the sunlight, deflecting several cannonballs Luffy at Luffy.
" Straw Hat Boy! Ace!"
Marco shouted in the air,
" Pops said you guys go first! We'll cover your retreat!"
" Marco!"
Ace looked up at Marco, who was covered in wounds, and his eyes instantly reddened.
"My Pops— "
" Pops's alright!"
Marco interrupted him, fighting back tears, but his voice trembled uncontrollably.
"You all need to leave quickly, don't let your Pops's efforts be in vain!"
Luffy gritted his teeth and grabbed Ace's arm.
"Let's go, Ace!"
Ace glanced back one last time at the enormous figure on the battlefield.
Whitebeard is raising his naginata again, the power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit gathering on the blade.
Before him stood Akainu and the CP group; behind him burned Marineford.
" Pops..." Ace's tears finally fell.
Then he didn't look back and Luffy.
At this moment, the defensive line built behind them by the officers of Hachinosu was enduring the Navy's fiercest counterattack.
Above the battlefield, two Conqueror's Haki, each capable of changing the very fabric of the world, were clashing violently.
On one side is White Tiger Bullet, the Number Two figure on Hachinosu.
He transformed into a human-beast form, the white tiger stripes gleaming dazzlingly beneath his skin.
His body was surrounded by Awakening Flame Clouds and black and red Demonic Aura Inazuma.
Although his size had shrunk, the sense of oppression was even stronger, and every step he took on the ice created a spiderweb-like crack.
On the other side is the naval hero, Iron Fist Garp.
The white-haired old man stood atop the ruins, his cloak of justice fluttering behind him.
His fists were clenched, and Armament Haki covered his wrists, turning them as black as ink.
Even more terrifying was the fact that dark red, Conqueror's Haki Inazuma wrapped around the pitch-black surface.
The two forces intertwined, causing the space around his fist to distort and deform.
" Garp --!!!"
Bullet let out a deafening roar, his legs suddenly straining to deliver a powerful thrust.
A huge crater, several meters in diameter, was blasted open on the ice beneath our feet.
He charged towards Garp like a cannonball, the Demonic Aura and Conqueror's Haki condensing on his right fist merging into a black and red beam of light, which slammed into Garp's face.
"Kid—don't be so arrogant!!!"
Garp didn't back down, throwing a punch in return. His iron fist...
The black and red Inazuma crackled and collided violently with Bullet's fist in mid-air.