eurekapd The 77th Naval Headquarters is on high alert!
The 77th Naval Headquarters is on high alert!
The storm of war is brewing.
And at the other end of the Grand Line, in the heart of the World Government.
Marine Headquarters, Marineford.
This fortress, which symbolized the world government's supreme military power and absolute justice, has now become a sophisticated, cold, and incredibly massive war machine.
Within the harbor, hundreds of massive warships painted with seagull emblems stood like steel behemoths, their dark cannons pointing outwards towards the boundless sea.
The dark, gaping cannon muzzles, densely packed, were all aimed at the sole entrance—the Gate of Justice.
On the fortress's plaza, a full 100,000 elite naval troops had assembled.
They wore matching white uniforms and carried large banners emblazoned with the word "Justice," forming neat and orderly square formations.
No one speaks.
No one was whispering.
They were on high alert, awaiting the day of their execution!
On the other side, there was the navy's giant force!
Dozens of giant lieutenant generals, each over twenty meters tall, wielded enormous swords that matched their size. Just standing there, they were like an insurmountable city wall.
This is merely the force that is out in the open.
In the shadows of the fortress, in those enormous warehouses, rows of identical, vacant-eyed "Tyrant" Bartholomew Bears stood silently.
The pacifist forces are fully prepared.
This is the essence of a world government.
This is the most terrifying war force that the Navy Headquarters, which rules this sea, can mobilize!
They have laid a trap.
We're just waiting for that enraged, strongest man in the world to crash in!
. . . . . .
However, that's not all.
At the very front of the square, near the port.
Seven figures stood casually, yet they attracted the awe-inspiring gazes of countless naval soldiers.
The Seven Warlords of the Sea!
"The world's greatest swordsman," Dracule Mihawk, held his black sword, Yoru, and closed his eyes to rest, seemingly indifferent to everything around him.
"Heavenly Demon" Donquixote Doflamingo, wearing his signature pink feather coat, has an eerie smile on his face and makes strange "fufufufu" laughs, seemingly plotting something.
Boa Hancock, the "Empress," still maintained her haughty queenly demeanor, looking at everything around her with disdain, as if even glancing at her would be an insult.
Bartholomew Bear, the "tyrant," holds a Bible in his hands, silent, like a lifeless sculpture.
"Moonlight" Moria let out an unpleasant "hehehehe" laugh, hiding in the shadows, his eyes greedily sweeping over the elite naval forces, as if choosing his favorite shadow.
And then there's Teach, the traitor who just joined the Whitebeard Pirates, using Ace as a pledge of allegiance!
These seven top-tier powerhouses, who roam the oceans, have gathered here due to a forced summons from the World Government.
Each of them possesses immense power.
And now, they are a powerful fighting force in the hands of the Navy!
. . . . .
His gaze swept past the army of 100,000 and past the Seven Warlords of the Sea.
Finally, the focus fell on the three figures standing high above the headquarters.
They are the Navy Headquarters' top combat force!
Admiral!
Standing on the far right was Aokiji Kuzan, exuding an icy aura. He leaned lazily against a pillar, his legs crossed, as if he could fall asleep at any moment.
On the far left is Kizaru Borsalino, a lewd smile on his face. He's sitting there leisurely manicuring his nails, making a strange exclamation, "Oh dear, how terrifying."
And standing right in the very center!
It was Akainu Sakazuki, whose entire body exuded extreme killing intent!
He crossed his arms and closed his eyes, but the terrifying killing intent that almost materialized distorted the surrounding air.
The presence of the three admirals here represents the highest combat strength of the "Naval Headquarters"!
Any enemy who dares to attack this place will be reduced to ashes before the power of these three!
Marineford, Marshal's office.
Fleet Admiral "Sengoku the Buddha" stood before a huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the square below, which had been transformed into a war fortress.
Behind him stood Chief of Staff "Tsuru" and a group of core vice admirals from the Navy Headquarters.
"Reporting to the Marshal! All combat forces are fully deployed!"
"Reporting to the Fleet Admiral! All seven Warlords of the Sea have arrived!"
"Reporting to the Marshal! All three admirals have returned to Naval Headquarters!"
Reports continued to be heard.
Zhan Guo listened to all the reports with a somber expression, only nodding slowly.
Everything was going according to his plan.
He knew the white-bearded man would come.
He knew that Whitebeard would come at all costs.
To this end, he mobilized all the forces that the Navy Headquarters could muster, turning the entire Marineford into a death cage from which there was no escape!
He wants to end an era right here, in front of the whole world!
"Whitebeard..."
As Zhan Guo gazed at the calm sea in the distance, a cold glint flashed in his eyes behind his glasses.
"Your era has come to an end!"
. . . . . .
The gears of war have meshed tightly.
Naval Headquarters is on high alert.
The eyes of the whole world are focused on this.
however.
Just as the entire Marine Headquarters was on high alert, with everyone's eyes focused on the approaching Whitebeard Pirates.
A naval warship bearing a dog's head emblem quietly departed from Marineford's port, heading in the exact opposite direction from the New World, cutting through the waves.
The bow of a warship.
An elderly man, wearing a cloak emblazoned with the word "Justice," with a full head of white hair but no wrinkles on his face, stood against the wind.
He wasn't particularly tall, but just standing there, he seemed to be the center of the ocean.
Naval hero.
Monkey D. Garp!
Instead of staying in Marineford to oversee things, he chose to leave at this crucial moment.
No one knew where he was going.
No one dared to ask.
As Garp gazed at the surging waves in the distance, his face, which always wore a cheerful smile, now held a complex and heavy expression that no one could understand.
His fist clenched and unclenched repeatedly.
Its destination is not any battlefield in the new world.
Instead, it's located in the Doldrums, in that underwater prison known as the impregnable fortress, which holds the world's most heinous criminals—
Impelton!