On the other end of the line, at the now-destroyed G-1 branch, Sengoku gripped the receiver tightly, but his voice suddenly cut off.
Alongside Kizaru and the few surviving marine officers, his face turned grim.
Their gazes locked onto the sea.
Amidst the raging tsunami caused by the earlier impact, a handful of surviving marine warships had managed to stay afloat.
But before they could regroup…
Boom!
A barrage of laser cannons struck the remaining warships.
One after another, the ships exploded into flames, lighting up the dark night sky.
Faint silhouettes could be seen; a fleet of Netherworld Pirate warships brimming with bloodlust was closing in from all sides.
Sengoku and Kizaru's faces darkened.
"Damn it... It's the Netherworld Pirates' fleet!"
"Wait... That's…"
Before Sengoku could finish, a chilling realization dawned upon him.
At the Marine Headquarters, not only did Vice-Admiral Tsuru react with shock, but the others also couldn't help but have their pupils contract sharply.
They were horrified as they looked at the fleet approaching slowly on the sea, its lights flickering in the night.
High-powered searchlights swept across the water.
"The real trouble is here!"
Garp's eyes turn solemn.
"Black Prison... is truly a terrifying guy!"
Former admiral Black Arm, Zephyr clenched his mechanical prosthetic arm, his face more serious than ever.
"This fortress, which has stood unbroken for 800 years as a symbol of justice, has actually been destroyed because of him!"
Some surviving marine warships were quickly spotted and immediately attacked. Explosions erupted continuously, igniting towering flames.
"Sorry, Sengoku, but I'm afraid we can't provide reinforcements..."
Vice-Admiral Tsuru took a deep breath.
She looked at the approaching fleet that had already discovered them, with searchlights directly shining on them.
With an unprecedentedly serious expression, she spoke in a deep voice: "The Marine Headquarters has also been struck by falling islands. It has been completely reduced to ruins, and the survivors are barely one in ten... I'm afraid Obask Luke has truly made up his mind to wage a full-scale war against the Marines, no, against the World Government!"
"And just now, we received word that even the Holy Land, Mary Geoise, has also been attacked!"
"What!?"
On the other end of the Den Den Mushi, Sengoku was stunned, and his heart sank to the bottom.
Through the scattered fires and the hazy moonlight, he saw the pirate fleet spreading out across the sea, completely surrounding the G-1 branch as it prepared to land.
At the forefront of the leading warship, figures with distinct shapes but overwhelming presence grew clearer.
"Golden Lion, Gecko Moria, Ryuma, Auf, Oars... Are all of Obask Luke's zombie kings here!?"
His pupils contracted violently.
As he gasped in shock, an overwhelming chill ran through his heart.
The Netherworld Pirates had evidently resolved to go to war with the World Government.
Otherwise, these zombie kings, who had been stationed at Hachinosu Island for years without leaving, would not have appeared here.
Their other forces must have already been mobilized against Marine Headquarters or the Holy Land Mary Geoise.
Sengoku put away the Den Den Mushi, clenched his fists tightly, and spoke in a dry voice: "Borsalino... It seems we can no longer remain uninvolved!"
"Looks like it, Mr. Sengoku!"
Kizaru gave a bitter smile; his usual carefree demeanor was gone and was replaced with solemnity.
Whoosh!
In the next instant, a golden light flashed, illuminating the night sky.
"Yasakani no Magatama!"
The next moment, the ruined G-1 branch was illuminated as dazzling light filled the scene, too bright to look at directly.
Countless light bullets rained down on the fleet like a devastating storm.
"Shave!"
At that moment, a colossal figure, like a demonic god, suddenly stepped forward.
The ship's deck instantly cracked and collapsed, and the warship itself nearly sank due to the sudden force.
Whoosh!
Like a massive cannonball, the figure shot forward at extreme speed.
A terrifyingly massive fist, wrapped in powerful Armament Haki, slammed forward.
Boom!
The immense force generated fierce winds, sending monstrous waves surging.
Countless light bullets shattered under the sheer force of the punch.
Boom!
The ground trembled, rubble flew, shockwaves spread, and thick smoke billowed.
A huge figure with horns on its head and a terrifying expression landed steadily on the shore, exuding a wild and violent aura.
"An ancient giant!?"
Up in the air, Kizaru shone brightly.
Just as he was about to attack Oars, his expression suddenly changed.
Whoosh!
His body instantly transformed into light, scattering into countless photons as he quickly retreated.
"Quick reflexes!"
A sharp flash of light cut through the sky.
A tall figure with black wings and a blazing halo behind its head shot forward like lightning.
The blade in its hand, wrapped in Armament Haki and burning flames, slashed fiercely with murderous intent.
It was one of the zombie kings, Lucifer, created from the corpse of a lunarian tribe.
"Ama no Murakumo Sword!"
Golden light shimmered, and a brilliant sword formed in Kizaru's hands.
Without hesitation, he charged forward to meet Lucifer's attack.
Clang!
Sparks scattered everywhere, and the sea churned violently.
Powerful shockwaves erupted, making it difficult to keep one's eyes open.
In an instant, the two figures engaged in an intense aerial duel.
Meanwhile, on the shoreline, the towering figure slammed its enormous foot onto the ground.
Boom!
The impact shook the earth, sending monstrous waves crashing across the sea.
A surviving marine Rear-Admiral had no time to escape before being crushed into pulp under Oars' foot.
"Gulp!"
"It's Oars the Devil!!"
"With that enormous body and his undead nature..."
"He's an unstoppable monster!"
"Even our entire fortress was destroyed instantly..."