RNP Chapter 114 Pirate Landing, Government's Operation to Behead Whitebeard
Chapter 114 Pirate Landing, Government's Operation to Behead Whitebeard
Chapter 114 Pirate Landing, Government's Operation to Behead Whitebeard
Along Alabasta’s long western coastline, many once-bustling port cities are now engulfed in thick smoke and flames.
The pungent smell of gunpowder and blood mingled with the salty sea breeze, creating a nauseating aura of death.
The sky is the roof of this crazy show.
Countless burning flames, trailing long plumes of black smoke, ignited the atmosphere, and a continuous rain of fire pelted the earth!
Each spark that landed triggered a violent explosion, leaving behind a charred crater.
It ignites entire buildings or jungles, instantly turning any unfortunate lives caught in its path into ashes.
The earth groaned in pain under the intense impact, and the violent tremors never ceased.
Against this apocalyptic backdrop, pirate ships adorned with various ferocious skull and crossbow flags recklessly broke through the firestorm's blockade and forcibly landed on the beach!
"Charge! Hahaha! The Holy Grail is mine!"
Pirates swarmed like locusts, howling as they rushed toward the ruined towns on the shore.
They showed no fear of natural disasters, only a madness ignited by greed.
However, the landing was only the beginning of the chaos.
The narrow beach, the dilapidated streets, and the limited resources instantly became the sparks that ignited the powder keg.
"The Kid Pirates are here! Those who block our way shall die!" Eustass Kid's arrogant voice echoed across the burning ruins.
His arms transformed into giant steel magnetic arms, sucking up the burning wreckage of a tank like a toy, and slammed it down on another group of pirates trying to seize the same warehouse!
The violent magnetic force twisted the metal, sparks flew, and screams were drowned out by the explosion.
"The divination indicates that there is life in that area, and Akainu should be there."
The members of the Basil Hawkins Pirates surrounded their terrifyingly calm captain, who brandished his weapons expressionlessly, cutting down other pirates who tried to approach them.
Hawkins himself was like a puppeteer, his fingers flying as scarecrows appeared and disappeared.
"Navy! Slaughter these scum of the sea!"
The vice admirals of the navy were supposed to maintain order, but they themselves were now caught in a fierce battle and chaos.
The number of rampaging pirates far exceeded theirs. Even worse, some marines, affected by the Devil Fruit rampage and driven mad, began attacking indiscriminately, friend or foe!
The navy soldiers charged left and right through the chaotic battlefield, trying to suppress several powerful pirate captains. Their shouts were drowned out by the clamor: "Hold the line! Don't get dragged into the melee!"
"What an ugly yet beautiful sight!" Doflamingo stood atop the still-standing clock tower.
The silken threads of the birdcage, like the pen and paper of fate, seemed to entwine subtly around his fingertips, like an emperor overlooking the arena.
Deep in the rainforest, Crocodile's secret stronghold.
Crocodile stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the apocalyptic fire rain falling from the sky outside.
He clenched his fists, feeling the terrifying tremors coming from the earth, his face grim and horribly dark.
The cigar in his hand was crushed to pieces.
Robin stood behind him, maintaining her composure, but her eyes were filled with shock.
At this moment, his mind was filled with the words Tescatlipoca had spoken to him that day: the great flood destroyed everything, but the fire rain had not recorded "Tescatlipoca!"
Crocodile whirled around and growled at the smoky, mirrored figure that emerged from the shadows of the room.
The voice was filled with barely suppressed anger.
"Is this what you wanted?! Is this how you treat me fairly?!"
"What I want is a prosperous Alabasta that submits to me, not a wasteland reduced to scorched earth by fire and swallowed by lava and darkness!"
"What good does this do me?!"
The figure in the smoke mirror twisted and shifted in the smoke, its voice low and ethereal, carrying an inhuman indifference.
"O employer, owl, the kingdom you desire is but a corner of the land, fleeting as morning dew."
"Fairness is a higher level of equilibrium; it is the inevitable growing pain of breaking the old order and ushering in a new era."
"This land—along with everything on it—will receive its final baptism in the illusion of smoke and mirrors, in the alternation of day and night."
"The rotten turn to ashes—the resilient—will be reborn—"
He did not directly answer Crocodile's question, his words filled with a fatalistic mystery.
"Labor pains? Baptism?" Crocodile's eyes gleamed with a dangerous light.
"Easy for you to say! My empire, my plans! They're about to vanish into thin air along with this rainforest!"
"What you call a new era is probably just an empty grave for me, Crocodile!"
He approached the smoke mirror.
"Immediately! Stop this rain of fire! Or tell me how to control it!"
Smoke Mirror's starry eyes stared at Crocodile, as if weighing something.
"Stopping the situation will come at a price."
He slowly extended his hand, and smoke condensed in his palm, transforming into a spinning, obsidian-carved miniature smoke mirror totem.
"Use your remaining commands—in exchange for the protection of the smoke goggles—to keep the fire rain away from the area you designate—this is a one-time offer."
Crocodile stared intently at the smoke goggles totem, his mind in turmoil.
Three precious opportunities to give orders: one to forcefully push forward the faith, and this second one—is it to be used to save one's life?
Moreover, it only avoids the designated area, not completely quells or controls the situation.
The price is too high!
Moreover, Smoke Mirror's purpose is definitely not pure, or rather, he orchestrated all of this.
"Hmph!" Crocodile finally snorted coldly, not taking the totem.
"I'll pay the price myself! But definitely not with your ridiculous orders!"
A ruthless and calculating glint flashed in his eyes.
"Robin! Notify all Black Sun Cult priests and the elite of the Baroque Workshop!"
"Abandon the outer outposts and consolidate all forces in the core area of the Albana capital! Rely on the palace buildings and underground fortifications to hold the line!"
"Simultaneously, activate the final contingency plan for the Holy Grail Rain Feast!"
"Furthermore," he said, glancing at the chaotic battlefield outside the window, a cold smile curving his lips.
"Send a gift to that God Knight and CPO Director of the World Government—tell them that the main force of the Red Team is being held back in the southeast by Akainu."
"Why not lay some groundwork and let the Red Team and Akainu fight it out first? Whitebeard and Big Mom are perfect targets for being isolated right now."
Robin gave Crocodile a deep look, asked no further questions, and quickly turned to carry out the order.
The figure in the smoke mirror slowly dissipated in the smoke, leaving only a meaningful whisper echoing in the air.
"The Wise Choice—Agents in the Waves of Destruction—Only those who survive are qualified to witness the dawn of a new era—"
the other side.
Sengoku and Garp are urgently mobilizing their elite forces to prepare for the influx of various forces.
The communications soldier reported: "Marshal!"
"Saint Shamrock and Commander Rob Lucci—they led a small elite squad of CPO soldiers and Assassin Heroic Spirits, breaking away from the main force. Their direction appears to be the area where the Whitebeard Pirates landed!"
"What?! Did you not bring Lord Taigong Wang along?"
Sengoku was startled, but then he understood Shamrock and Lucci's plan. Although his expression was somewhat unpleasant, he remained relatively calm.
The messenger reported truthfully: "Grandpa has been ordered to monitor the battlefield between the Red Team and General Akainu, and wait until both sides are exhausted before reaping the benefits."
Upon hearing this, Zhan Guo's expression darkened further, and he even became angry.
"These two idiots! Without Taigong Wang, they wanted to take advantage of Whitebeard's unstable landing and the fact that his main force was tied down to carry out a decapitation strike?! Who do they think they're facing?!"
"That's Edward Newgate! Without Taikoubou, that god-like top-tier Heroic Spirit, how could they possibly have succeeded?!"
Garp scoffed, "Hmph, let the Celestial Dragons' arrogance and the CPO's ruthlessness learn their lesson!"
"This is a good opportunity for us to investigate Newgate's situation! But inform Kizaru! Tell him to keep a close eye on that area! If necessary, protecting the Celestial Dragons should be the priority!"
Although their behavior is despicable, the safety of the Celestial Dragons is the highest priority.
Shamrock lay on the luxurious land vehicle, his face calm but also unusually serious.
"Lucci, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Shanks, Mihawk, and those troublesome Heroic Spirits are all tied up by Akainu."
"That old bastard Whitebeard just landed, he's probably not settled in yet, and that crazy woman BigMom is far away."
"Therefore, by using Assassin's abilities, and with my intervention, we can eliminate Whitebeard and his remaining followers, completely reshuffling the landscape of the ocean!"
Lucci's Devil Fruit agitation had subsided considerably, and he sensed that his abilities seemed to have changed somewhat.
He nodded in agreement after hearing what the other person said.
This Saint Shamrock is different from the other stupid Celestial Dragons; he suits my taste quite well.
This guy is absolutely right! Chaos? Chaos is the stage for maximizing profits!
Lucci remained expressionless, like the most sophisticated killing machine.
His gaze, sharp as an eagle's, was fixed on the powerful aura emanating from the Whitebeard Pirates' landing point deep in the rainforest.
"Understood, Saint Shamrock. Target: Edward Newgate the Whitebeard."
"Assassin, stealth, seeking the opportunity for a fatal blow."
Yudai Hassan nodded silently in the shadows, his figure disappearing into the rainforest's shadows as if melting away.
The temporary naval command in Albana, the capital city.
Smoker listened to the horrific reports coming from various places via the communications, and watched the indiscriminate rain of fire falling from the sky, his heart filled with anxiety.
"Quetzalcoatl! We must stop Akainu! If this continues—"
"No, Smoker." Quetzalcoatl stopped him, her beautiful face filled with unprecedented seriousness and compassion.
She radiated a warm, intense firelight, forming a massive protective shield that struggled to block the sporadic showers of fire that fell into their vicinity.
This light, though seemingly insignificant, protected the soldiers and panicked civilians in a small area below.
"Look at that power! It's no longer Sakazuki, not even Tescatlipoca, it's the embodiment of destruction!"
"Bearing the divinity of the End and the Smoke Mirror—my power attribute is of the same origin as his, and can even be restrained and absorbed by him!"
"Rashly joining a battlefield of that level would not only be unhelpful, but would also become a burden, or even be used by him!"
She pointed to Karna, Arjuna, Shanks, and others who were besieging Akainu in the sky.
"They are the weights on the scales of fairness right now, recognized by the world's will and overseers. That's what we can do."
She increased the output of the life force, making the shield shine even brighter and temporarily slowing the devastating erosion of the area below by the fire rain.
"It's to buy time for the innocent lives on this land! To use the winds of life to slow the encroachment of night!"
"Let those who are qualified and have the power to end this calamity fight without any worries! This, too, is what fairness requires!"
Smoker looked at the civilians who had found a temporary respite under the protection of their older sister, their eyes filled with hope.
He glanced again at the terrifying scene in the distance, which resembled a battle between gods and demons, and finally gritted his teeth, slamming his smoking fist hard into the ground.
"hateful!"
But he chose to stay, building a line of defense for life together with Quetzalcoatl.
"My comrades on the Red Team, though we are enemies, the fate of this nation rests in your hands. Give it your all!"
As if they had heard Smoker's words, the group outside Katrea, who were pressing their advantage, suddenly exerted their strength.
Akainu's molten lava heart, which was constantly flashing, was trembling, as if it could end this terrifying disaster in the next second!