The chaotic battlefield

Within the Wandenreich, chaos still raged, and the air was thick with the acrid smell of burning Reishi colliding with other matter.

The battlefield stretched from the crossroads to the square, with no battle lines, no bugle calls, and not even a proper charge.

Someone had barely stepped out of the small hut where they had been hiding for a few minutes when their shoes got stuck, and they stared blankly ahead.

The Quincy the Reishi Bow stood in their way.

He opened his arms wide, neither backing away nor dodging, as if he were about to embrace something.

The next second, as a bright blue arrow streaked through the air, he was half-melted, glowing like a fluorescent light, mixed with shredded pieces of clothing.

Steam carrying pebbles rained down on them, the blue flames clinging to them making the pirates gasp in shock.

Squeak!

Suddenly, a sharp whistling sound came from behind as metal snapped. The lamppost, which would take several people to encircle, was broken from top to bottom and tilted to one side.

It was twisted into a spiral shape in the middle, and molten iron was still dripping from the sharp end of the cross-section, like a giant spear piercing a person's body.

He stared wide-eyed at the large pole that had pierced through his chest, but his eyes eventually became lifeless.

Three sailors in uniforms printed with seabirds fought and retreated, cooperating with each other, but they didn't know where they had escaped to.

"Ouch!" a navy officer suddenly cried out.

A chain was driven into the floor tile at his feet, its barbs gleaming coldly, writhing like a serpent and coiling around his ankle.

The other two sailors quickly drew their swords, attempting to break the chains, but they were Reishi locks.

"Come on!!" A Quincy pulled hard.

The navy officer was pulled over, facing the Quincy's raised sword, his eyes filled with terror.

The next moment, a head was severed.

"Stephen!!"

The two surviving sailors roared in fury, having watched their comrade die. Blinded by rage, they charged forward with knives in hand.

The Quincy swung his arm, and the light whip suddenly went out halfway through the air, turning into a blue energy sword.

With two quick swipes, the navy soldier froze in place as the sharp blade sliced through his shoulder, neck, and abdomen without any resistance.

Blood splattered into the air, and the navy was reduced to three pieces.

Then, a feeling of weightlessness, seemingly coming from nowhere, tore it into tiny droplets of blood, like a string of swaying red stars, which scattered into a pale pink mist with a gust of wind.

The two sides are clearly defined.

One side is the Quincy, the other is everyone else.

To the east, the pure white forces, wielding blue Spirit Bow, advanced their battle lines, clearing away the evil enemies.

The pirates were no match for them.

Perhaps fearing the Quincy wielding glowing bows and arrows on the other side, one of the burly men in the group suddenly let out a strange cry and swung a large sword fiercely at his own men.

This scene stunned many people.

"If I lay a hand on you, I'll be recognized by those Quincy!" the burly man muttered to himself.

Next, the cracking sounds of skulls shattering rang out one after another. The burly man, who was notorious at sea, seemed to have gone mad, stabbing others in the back from within the group.

Some were afraid, some were angry.

The Quincy stopped and exchanged glances, each seeing surprise in the other's eyes.

"It actually started fighting with itself?"

"It's because they're scared."

"Ha! Unbelievable! In this situation, it's not a united front, but rather internal strife!"

"What a bunch of rabble!"

The Quincy were no longer in a hurry; they watched the battle with interest.

The burly man punched his companion on the temple, and the man's eyes rolled back, and he immediately lost consciousness.

But then a knife struck the burly man in the back. The man roared, turned around, grabbed the attacker, pressed one hand against the man's head, and used the large knife in his other hand to slit the man's neck.

A chaotic fight broke out on the scene. Those who were entangled by the burly man were killed instantly, while the others fought back in anger.

The burly man shattered his own broadsword, then seized weapons from the others and, like a machine, tirelessly hacked and slashed.

Someone falls every second.

Over time, the burly man was covered in wounds, but he still held on to his last breath and killed the others.

Finally, when the weapon in his hand shattered, and corpses lay at his feet, covered in blood, he dared not relax, pinning his hopes on the Quincy.

"I killed them! Please! I don't want to die here, let me join you..."

He abandoned his murderous demeanor and cried out in anguish.

But just as he stretched out his hand and took a step, his body suddenly turned to ash in the air.

"How could the sacred organization possibly accept someone like you who would turn against their own people in times of danger!"

A Quincy there with a cold expression, a trace of Reishi still clinging to his bowstring.

How could this be...?

Hiding behind the rubble of a building was a warrior from Amazon Lily. She covered her mouth, watching in shock what was happening in front of her.

A slender snake was coiled around her body, its tongue flicking slowly and trembling slightly.

She gently stroked the snake's head, as if to comfort it, but her eyes were fixed on the Quincy.

The Quincy had his back to her, as if he was about to leave.

"Cobra," she called softly.

The snake crawled onto her hand, bent its body, and turned into a snake-shaped bow.

She drew an arrow from the quiver on her back, nocked it on the snake bow, and imbued it with Haki to enhance its destructive power.

She held her bow and arrow level, aiming at a Quincy.

With the martial arts skills these female warriors of Amazon Lily have honed since childhood, their arrow accuracy is extremely high.

But she failed to shoot the arrow.

"The Wandenreich is our world. How dare you, despicable people, launch a sneak attack from the shadows!"

A cold voice rang out from behind.

An arrow pierced through the woman's chest, its tip imbued with blue Reishi flames. Once inside her body, it burned away all her internal organs.

She coughed up blood and collapsed, the fully drawn bowstring snapped, and the arrow fell to the ground.

Hiss~ Hiss hiss hiss!

The cobra coiled around the woman's face, seemingly sniffing her scent.

The next second, he was pinned to the ground by an arrow.

The snake twitched violently, its hindquarters coiling around the arrow, seemingly trying to break it with its body, but ultimately it stiffened.

The blue flames suddenly expanded, encompassing the snake and the woman's corpse, burning silently.

After doing all this, the Quincy left.

At this moment, the sky over the Wandenreich was both deep and dark, illuminated by the flickering blue flames that lit up the streets.

"Roar!!"

A creature with the body of a leopard and the appearance of a human the Roar, its fangs fierce and menacing.

This is a Zoan Fruit user.

But he was quickly blasted away, crashing into a wall, and then countless Heilig Pfeil engulfed him, blasting his body into pieces.

The building collapsed, and the falling rubble and eaves buried the remains, leaving only a claw stuck in a crevice.

The pirate brothers, who were protecting each other back to back, were bombarded with arrows from all directions.

Someone was yelling "Dodge to the left!" one second, and then he was hit squarely by Quincy darted through the air and killed with a single arrow.

Some of them were covered in wounds, like deserters being chased by another group, fleeing in a panic.

However, the Quincy have the home-field advantage and can fly, so once prey is spotted by the Quincy, there is no possibility of escape.

No matter how hard they try to escape, they will eventually die. Some have already given up and are just standing there waiting to die.

The wind carried sounds of broken pieces that couldn't be pieced back together: the piercing laughter of a madman that hurt your brain, and the dull thud of bones colliding and being crushed.

Dazzling light was everywhere; the blue light burned hair if it touched it, and the red light was from explosions, blasting people within range into pieces.

Even so, the number of pirates is still enormous, far exceeding the number of Quincy.

Therefore, the Quincy naturally suffered considerable losses.

"Haa!"

A heavily armored man swept over the heads of the pursuing Quincy, three struggling Quincy still impaled on the blade of his greatsword.

Another heavy energy bomb, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, landed in the middle of the street, knocking him flat on the ground and sending him flying a great distance by the blast wave.

Many people don't know why this fight is happening, nor do they know which side will win. All they know is that with every extra second, some unimaginable attack is about to explode around them.

This is a chaotic melee among the underlings.