The black night was pierced by the lights of the searchlight, the waves rose and fell, and the white light poured down. On the sea, thousands of huge warships, with seagull flags hanging high, fluttered in the wind.
In the dead air, the silent sound of the sea breeze was brewing the last calm of the storm.
As the morning light that tore through the darkness penetrated the clouds, gradually dispelling the haze of the night, the cold light shrouded Marin Van Doe, revealing a huge stage in the sun.
It was a square full of statues, each statue representing a once deceased Marine hero, and under the statue's gaze, there was an execution platform built.
Under the hanging cross platform, there was a noose tied up with a seastone chain. Ace knelt on the ground with one knee and was shackled tightly to the noose. His entire face was stuck to the cold stone platform, and the hanging seastone guillotine reflected a cold luster.
Next to Ace, there were several white-bearded Vice-Captains in a row, also in a humiliating kneeling position, their heads fixed on the stone platform, maintaining this position for a long night.
Behind the execution ground is a grandstand paved with stairs extending upward. In the grandstand, three Marine Admirals sat in chairs, condescendingly overlooking the execution ground, exuding a terrifying aura.
The Buddhist Warring States stroked his goat-like beard and stood on the high platform. His frog-like eyes looked at the sparkling sea, and his eyes were so deep that they seemed to be able to penetrate the dirty piles of bones on the bottom of the sea.
"Here it comes!"
After a long while, the eyes of the Buddhist Warring States suddenly lit up with a cold light, and his voice was inevitably tinged with a low tremor.
Rumble!
The muffled sound of gunfire shattered the original silence in an instant, and countless cannonballs covered the sky and fell toward the sea without any warning.
The sky suddenly trembled, bursting flames appeared, and the smell of blood and smoke spread into the field. Countless gunfire fell, and the dazzling fireworks opened the curtain of the war.
The wind was roaring, the air was trembling, the sea was shaking, and the whole world seemed to be howling. Warships exploded and disintegrated, fragmented, and bloody broken bodies dyed the sea red.
A pirate ship, like a galloping shark, madly rushed to the Marine fleet, and soon the most tragic close combat occurred. The waves of the sea were congested into landfill, and fresh bones fell to the bottom of the sea like dumplings.
One of them, the giant whale-like pirate ship broke through the blockade of the Battleship and crashed into the port without slowing down. In the collapsed dock, the giant whale crashed ashore and crushed a carpet of flesh and blood on the ground all the way before the giant whale was beached.
Bang Bang Bang …
Bullets poured like rain, and countless Marines stepped in dense steps, rushing from all directions, and then … a shaking hurricane spread, as if the space was shattered, a big sword protruded from the bow of the ship, and countless heads soared into the sky, forming a splashing line of blood.
A gigantic figure stood at the bow of the ship, stepping on the side of the ship with one foot. The large sword in his hand gently sliced the air in front of his eyes, and the area within a radius of several hundred meters was dyed red as if it was hell.
The scimitar-like beard was sharp, and there were several hideous scars on his bare chest. The terrifying Haoshoku momentum was condensed on his body, and it was like a spider web that tore the space around him. This was the strongest man in the world, the Emperor of the New World, Whitebeard Edward Newgate.
With a wave of his sword, he took away the lives of hundreds of Marine elites, and blood splashed on the ground he stepped on. He looked up at the towering execution platform, and his eyes paused slightly, and then swept over and locked on the body of the Buddha Warring States.
"The public execution of Gol D. Roger, which opened the Great Age of Pirates, and now the same thing, Warring States, it seems that you don't know how to learn from your mistakes."
Edward Newgate's voice was like muffled thunder. He swung his broadsword forward, and a long and narrow crack appeared in space like a mirror. "You're old. Are you planning to drag the entire Marine Headquarters down with you?!"
The long and narrow sword wind swept past, and the Marines in front of him were all cut off. A straight gully emerged on the ground, filled with fresh flesh and blood, and the other side instantly approached the Warring States of Buddha.
"Humph!"
The Buddha Warring States' face was as gloomy as a piece of black charcoal. He coldly snorted, his frog-like eyes revealing a chilling killing intent. He wanted to bury the old bones of the old era struggling at death's door here.
Keng!
A frozen ice wall suddenly appeared in front of the Buddha Warring States. The vibrating saber wind fiercely hit the ice wall, and the chiseled ice shards sputtered like bullets, turning the surrounding walls into sieves.
The terrible impact was resisted, and a layer of frozen white frost appeared on Aokiji's face. The broken wall was repaired by ice crystals, and a piercing chill broke out from his body. The temperature of the entire Marin Fanto seemed to drop to the freezing point in an instant. Ice lumps began to appear on the ground, and quickly spread in the direction of Whitebeard like living creatures.
The flame sword touched the ground, and the spreading chill was blocked, and the raging flames swept out from the sword. Whitebeard's 16th Division Captain Forza stepped out from behind Edward, blocking the erosion of the chill, and at the same time, rushing towards the Marine position with a grin.
Along with him, there were other division captains, all with cruel smiles on their faces, with their respective pirate teams, they rushed to Marlin Fando and launched a fearless attack on the high platform where the execution was held.
The smoke and dust of the explosion shrouded Marin Fanto, and the broken blood dyed the gray fog scarlet, and all that could be seen was a bloody fog.
All of a sudden.
A straight beam of light continued to sweep, crushing the charging pirates. Admiral Kizaru was wearing a bright yellow suit, and his white sword left a shadow in the air. His body appeared in front of Edward in an instant, and a piercing light shot towards Edward's chest.
Puchi!
The beam of light was extinguished by a diamond-like palm, and Jozu stepped out and slammed into Admiral Kizaru. The latter raised his foot to block, and his body suddenly disappeared in place, like a beam of light withdrawing from the distance.
Edward suddenly waved his sword forward, and the ground suddenly burst open. The scorching lava was like a monster, and a huge fist slammed into the blade, and the bursting lava splashed and burned Whitebeard's collar.
"Attacking the Marine Headquarters, death penalty!"
The lava condensed into the figure of Sakazuki, and he stared at Whitebeard, and his fists continued to hit him, and the scorching heat seemed to melt everything around him.
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