Boom! Boom!
A series of drumbeats reverberated through the Revolutionary Army's camp, while the war horn blared, filling the air with a sense of impending annihilation.
It was unclear whose power allowed the clouds to solidify like land, supporting the soldiers of the Revolutionary Army as if they were descending from the heavens, appearing like divine warriors and generals from a distance.
Neither side spoke much. With a single wave of Monkey D. Dragon's hand, the dense army surged forward, a roaring torrent with unstoppable momentum.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
"Overthrow the World Government, liberate the world!"
The Revolutionary Army's war horn echoed through the skies as Belo Betty led the vanguard, waving a massive flag. A mysterious power radiated outward, enveloping the battlefield in a sense of fanatic energy.
The soldiers, fueled to near-madness, radiated a stormlike aura that unnerved many Marines. It was as though invisible demons targeted every soul on the ground, ripping fear and courage alike from their hearts.
"Oh no… it's Belo Betty's ability," Tsuru murmured solemnly, observing from below the execution platform. The Marines were well aware of the woman's abilities from internal records. Even the most cowardly soldier could become fearless, brave, and deadly under her influence. One's strength could increase exponentially under her command.
"Paramecia-type, Empower-Empower Fruit," she muttered.
"Open fire!"
Boom! Boom! Boom! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Within moments, torrents of fighting collided violently, screams and severed limbs scattering through the air. The battlefield resembled a living meat grinder, a nightmare of chaos and carnage.
"Charge!"
"Kill! Kill!"
Revolutionary soldiers wielding submachine guns, rocket launchers, and other weapons surged forward, landing amidst the carnage. Blood spattered everywhere, flesh and limbs flying in every direction. Watching the live broadcasts, the world fell silent in horror. This was war—relentless, merciless, and soaked in blood, with only the faintest hope of survival.
Amidst the chaos, Empress Boa Hancock appeared, her long black hair flowing like a dark river. Every movement radiated charm and deadly authority. Revolutionary or Marine, anyone caught in her gaze froze, hearts trembling in infatuation.
"Slave Arrow."
Touching her lips with white-gloved fingers, a massive pink heart materialized. Hancock drew it like a bow and fired countless pink arrows, turning anyone struck into lifelike stone statues.
"Empress, look!" a Rear Admiral shouted, pointing at the Marine soldiers frozen mid-action.
"I am the most beautiful. You will forgive me," Hancock replied arrogantly, blinking at the furious Rear Admiral. The man's eyes filled with hearts, losing all reason as a pink arrow struck his chest, petrifying him instantly.
"Hmph… all disgusting men," Hancock muttered, and an invisible will spread outward, causing soldiers within a hundred meters to faint in uncontrollable spasms. Yet, the sheer number of troops quickly filled the space again, forcing Hancock to act once more.
"Pistol Kiss."
Touching her lips, she fired another wave of deadly attacks.
Before her, a figure appeared to intercept—the Vice Commander of the East Army, Ahiru. Flowing brown hair, bronze skin, and a mechanical left arm defined her slender yet formidable form.
"Revolutionary Army?" Hancock's voice held both challenge and disdain.
"Can you give us some space? Don't interfere," Ahiru replied solemnly, preparing to defend.
Hancock's haughty expression faltered slightly. Observing the Marines on the walls documenting the Shichibukai battles, her face darkened. Unlike the other Shichibukai, Hancock had a kingdom and citizens to protect. Amazon Lily's safety was paramount. The Marines had her cornered, and hesitation flitted across her gaze before she attacked.
"Perfume Femur."
The battlefield erupted anew as Hancock launched her assault. Ahiru's expression turned grave, knowing how difficult it would be to withstand the Empress' power.
Elsewhere in the chaos, a Fishman with flowing long hair watched Gekko Moriah intently.
"I heard the Revolutionary Army has a powerful Fishman Karate user. That must be you," he said.
"Haku," Moriah responded, calm at first but eyes narrowing with intent. Observation Haki spread, sensing movement, as Haku readied himself.
"Fishman Karate, Brutal Straight Punch!"
Boom.
A single, devastating strike tore through the terrain, carving a ten-meter-wide gully, toppling Marines and Revolutionary soldiers alike. The force resembled a landslide, leaving witnesses awestruck.
On the Admiral's platform, Kizaru rose, golden light radiating from his body, drawing the world's attention.
"Is Kizaru about to strike?" murmured observers.
He moved with blinding speed, appearing before Dragon with his right leg glowing.
"It's been a long time, hasn't it, Dragon?" Kizaru's voice cut through the battlefield.
Dragon, momentarily surprised, allowed a small smile. "I wouldn't dare be careless with you."
Bang.
A circular pressure shock radiated outward. Dragon's right hand, covered in Armament Haki, intercepted Kizaru's attack, while his left hand unleashed razor-sharp Haki-infused blades toward Kizaru's heart. Kizaru vanished and reappeared moments later, nonchalant but wary.
"Ice Pheasant Beak," Aokiji's voice boomed as a massive ice bird descended, freezing everything in its path. Dragon clenched his right arm, wind swirling around it as he struck out, intercepting the assault. The ice bird shattered under his onslaught, carried away by an invisible force.
"Impressive… the most vicious man," Dragon muttered, facing the relentless assault.
Suddenly, the sky lit with a blinding brilliance. A slash tore through the clouds, sparks flying as Aokiji formed ice blades wrapped in Armament Haki to defend. His feet sank into the ground, sliding from the impact, deflecting the strike. The clouded sky split in two halves, leaving a gap that hung ominously over Marineford.
The aura of soaring sword intent swept across the battlefield. Every soldier's hair rose in alarm, sensing the imminent threat. Beside Dragon, a figure flickered into view, cloak billowing, face hidden by a mask.
From the Shichibukai line, Dracule Mihawk's eyes fixated on the newcomer, his Black Blade trembling as if sensing the impending clash.
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