Facing the towering and terrifying figure, many marine officers turned pale.
After experiencing such a catastrophic turn of events, their morale had plummeted.
Now, they are in complete panic, and many have lost the will to fight.
Hummm… Hummm… Hummm…
Golden light radiated, and a sacred hum filled the air.
Suddenly, a massive golden Buddha, the size of a giant, charged forward.
With a glowing palm filled with sacred light, it struck Oars.
"Impact Wave!!"
"Oh? Former Fleet Admiral, Sengoku the Buddha?"
Oars grinned savagely, then he lifted his massive fist, wrapped in a dense layer of Armament Haki, and swung it down toward Sengoku's palm that was coming at him from the front, which, despite its gigantic size, still seemed somewhat insignificant compared to his own form.
He swung it viciously, meeting the oncoming shockwave head-on.
Boom!
The sound of impacts shook the heavens.
Blinding light filled the air, bright beyond measure.
The two forces clashed, battling fiercely against one another.
Neither side gave in.
But it was clear that while Oars was larger in size, he was still weaker compared to Sengoku, who had transformed into the golden Buddha with the powers of his Mythical Zoan fruit.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The mighty force sent Oars stumbling backward, his massive feet causing the ground to tremble violently beneath him.
"What are you panicking about?"
The golden Buddha shone brightly, and his tall and majestic figure stood there.
The word Justice in his cloak was extremely eye-catching at this moment.
"Rebuilding the base is no challenge..."
Sengoku, now transformed into the massive Buddha form, spoke with a firm voice.
"But for the people of this world, who fear the atrocities of evil, our existence is invaluable. Justice, by the name of compassion, will never perish, nor will we ever compromise with pirates!"
"A mere insignificant pirate, they cannot fathom the depths of the World Government or the Marines. Do not think that destroying two bases will be enough to destroy the Marines or overthrow the World Government; such thoughts are mere delusions!"
"Even though the Marine Headquarters and G-1 were severely damaged, suffering immense losses, and even Mary Geoise was attacked by Pirate, I do not believe that Obask Luke can overthrow the vast, unshakable foundation of the World Government."
"Admiral Sengoku!!"
At that moment, the Marines, who had been low on morale and somewhat demoralized, were revitalized. Their eyes sharpened as they locked onto the towering golden Buddha.
The immense power of his words reignited their fighting spirit.
"Hahaha! No wonder you were once the Fleet Admiral of the Marines! You're quite the speaker..."
A wild, powerful figure dressed in a combat uniform with golden hair appeared, exuding a fierce aura.
With his boots trailing fierce gusts of wind, he soared toward the battlefield at an astonishing speed.
"But I wonder if the foundation of the World Government is as tough as your mouth, Sengoku!"
"Slicing Wave!"
Shiki, wearing a Battle Suit, laughed maliciously while gripping his two swords, Oto and Kogarashi, and radiating murderous intent.
His sword flew across the air, cleaving forward with devastating force.
"Swish... Swish..."
At the same time, several figures in dazzling Battle Suit, each with a unique style, shot toward the battlefield with incredible momentum.
They were none other than Ryuma, Gecko Moria, and Auf, each one a powerful zombie king.
"Slicing Wave!!"
"Dragon Slash!!"
"Tempest Kick!!"
Whoosh!
Dazzling flying slashes cut through the air, relentless in their assault.
Sengoku and the surviving Marines couldn't help but turn pale in shock.
Boom!
The skies seemed to tremble with the force of their attacks.
The battle at the G-1 base had begun in full force, and an intense battle was raging.
Meanwhile, at Marine Headquarters, the war was on the verge of erupting.
A massive pirate fleet had completely surrounded Marineford, cutting off all escape routes.
Powerful searchlights illuminated the broken coastline, casting long shadows over the wreckage.
At the forefront stood Kong, Garp, Zephyr, Vice-Admiral Tsuru, and other high-ranking Marines officers, along with a significant number of surviving elite Marines officers.
Their eyes were locked on the approaching threat.
In an instant, several towering figures appeared in front of them.
Whoosh!
There were exactly seven of them.
"What!?"
"Those... Those are...!"
"No way...!"
"Hey, hey, is this a joke?"
The surviving Marine officers all agape in shock, and their eyes widen in disbelief.
They watched in stunned silence as seven young figures appeared before them.
They had grayish-white hair, black wings on their backs, flames swirling behind them, and yet their faces appeared strangely youthful, no older than fourteen or fifteen years old.
Cold sweat formed on their brows, and a chill ran down their spines.
"Damn it!"
"That bastard Obask Luke..."
"He actually managed to create such monstrous beings without a sound..."
Even Kong, Garp, Zephyr, Vice-Admiral Tsuru, and the other Marines higher-ups were stunned.
They couldn't believe their eyes, and their nerves tingled with a sense of impending doom.
What was more shocking, however, was the familiarity of the figures before them.
Each one bore the unmistakable traits of Lunarians, and they looked eerily like the three admirals in their younger days, Akainu, Aokiji, and Kizaru, as well as the admiral candidates Momousagi and Chaton, and even the young Garp himself.
The two other figures also seemed vaguely familiar:
One was very similar to Admiral Fujitora but younger, without any scars or blindness.
The other resembled a certain young man who had almost become a Fleet Admiral during the world draft and had even had the codename Ryokugyu prepared for him…
Even Garp himself stood frozen, staring at the figure of S-Monkey, his younger self, his mouth agape in disbelief.
"All fleet members and Fallen Angels, listen up! Wipe them out, leave no one alive!"
Luke's cold voice echoed through the loudspeakers of every warship's Den Den Mushi.
"Understood!"
One by one, the clone warriors responded loudly.
Their momentum was overwhelming, like a mighty wave crashing through the ocean.
It was enough to make anyone's heart race with fear.