"Groups twenty-one through seventy, all ready! Fire!" Bins shouted.
Although the hundred thousand attackers each acted independently, like scattered grains of sand, the collective momentum of ten thousand charging forward was terrifying.
As the hundred thousand surged, portals opened one by one, and bullets flew out at incredible speed.
Fifty groups, over five hundred guns, bullets pouring down like rain—immediately, batches of men fell under the relentless barrage.
Yet, even the shockwave machine guns weren't universally effective against everyone.
"Heh, bullets don't affect me!" the Blade Wolf Mercenary Corps' captain laughed, drawing the long blade at his waist.
With swift, precise swings, he sliced through every bullet that came at him.
His subordinates drew their swords as well, blocking the hail of projectiles.
With the captain as the tip, the entire Blade Wolf Corps surged forward like a sharpened spear, cutting through the chaos.
The Grim Reaper wielded his scythe, black energy swirling around its arc. Every bullet striking the dark mist seemed to wither like a dying flower.
"Kill!" the Butcher Demon laughed maniacally as he charged forward, dodging bullets with terrifying ease.
His subordinates, also brandishing swords, blocked bullets—but not everyone could defend so well. The Butcher Demon's team, clearly weaker than the Grim Reaper or the Blade Wolf Corps, soon saw a few of their number shot down. The shockwave machine guns' firepower far exceeded their expectations, their faces frozen in stunned disbelief before death claimed them.
Yet the killers didn't flinch—they surged forward, indifferent to the deaths around them.
Meanwhile, the Oni Warrior Mercenary Corps advanced steadily, unhurried.
Their leader was encircled by subordinates, and every bullet fired at him was intercepted. The projectiles pinged harmlessly off them like striking iron blocks, completely ineffective.
At the same time, the pirates surged toward the lawless zone. Facing a storm of bullets, only the captains could maintain composure.
Their crews and ordinary mercenaries, however, were helpless against the relentless hail, quickly falling one after another.
"Damn it!" the pirate captains shouted, faces darkened in horror.
As comrades fighting together at sea, they valued their crew above all, more than mercenaries or slaves ever would.
"Heh heh heh, bullets flying from who knows where… frightening, huh? But that won't stop me! Stay here, I'll handle this!" Moria declared confidently to his crew.
This Moria was not the weakling of the past—now he was the famed Moonlight Moria of the West Sea, a force to be reckoned with.
"Captain, be careful!"
"If it's too dangerous, retreat!"
"Even though the Thriller Bark needs heavy repairs, we can manage. He's the Dragon King; we might not be his match!"
Moria's crew respected and trusted him deeply.
"Don't worry, heh heh heh, I'll handle this. I am Moonlight Moria—a man destined to become Pirate King!" Moria laughed, leaping onto the Sabaody Archipelago.
"Scatter, bats!"
As he landed, his shadow transformed into a swarm of bats, shielding him from the incoming bullets.
"Heh heh heh, no one can stop my steps!"
"Some tough opponents have arrived," Enel murmured, monitoring the battlefield with his Observation Haki.
"Groups eleven through twenty, begin attack!" Bins commanded.
"Understood!" The groups quickly deployed their flame cannons, firing in an instant.
"Charge! Don't think bullets can stop the Blade Wolf Corps!" the captain shouted as his troops advanced, slicing every incoming bullet with deadly precision.
All Blade Wolf members were masters of swordsmanship, their captain a high-ranking swordsman. Under his leadership, the corps surged like a sharpened spear, breaking through any obstacle.
Even though no visible enemies appeared, the hail of bullets from Gray Country's forces could not stop their advance.
But just as they thought the Gray Country's bullets were powerless against them, suddenly, beams of intensely burning light cannon fire shot toward them.
"Watch out, everyone!" Even before impact, the scorching energy made the captain's face pale.
"Blade Slash!" he roared, swinging his sword violently.
Simultaneously, the beams of light cannon fire hit, engulfing the corps.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Explosions erupted across the battlefield.
"Watch out for their light cannons!"
"The Blade Wolf Corps is doomed!"
"Their firepower is insanely fast—even the Blade Wolf Corps can't survive it!"
Mercenaries nearby cried out in shock.
"Shh!" A blade flashed through the explosion, slicing the flames apart. Several figures emerged, alive from the blast.
"Those are members of the Blade Wolf Corps!"
"They survived that explosion?!"
"I knew that man wouldn't die so easily," the Butcher Demon laughed.
The remaining Blade Wolf members were powerful swordsmen; yet the blast had reduced their number dramatically. Out of the original twenty to thirty, only five remained, including their captain. The rest were consumed by the light cannon's fire.
"Damn it!" Blade Wolf roared, glaring at the devastation.
When the flame cannons struck, he had reacted instantly, warning his companions, but only a few could endure the onslaught.
Only the swordsmen of comparable skill managed to survive, deflecting explosions with their blades.
"Be careful, more light cannon fire is coming! Advance! I'll avenge our fallen!" Blade Wolf shouted, charging forward once again.
Following him, the surviving master swordsmen surged with equal speed.
Every remaining member of the Blade Wolf Corps was a top-tier swordsman; their speed and skill made them a razor-sharp spear cutting through the battlefield.