A Marine butcher? I’m just fighting to live with everything I’ve got. Chapter 222 222: On the Correct Trajectory, Everything Is Al

New World, Kuraigana Island.

Inside the gloomy ancient castle, candlelight flickered in the darkness.

Dracule Mihawk sat upright in an armchair, one hand supporting a crystal goblet. The deep red wine inside swayed gently, reflecting the cold gleam of his golden eyes.

A visual transponder snail silently projected the war unfolding across the New World.

A faint crack appeared along the rim of the goblet in Mihawk's hand.

He stared at the screen as Sengoku, transford into a golden Buddha, slamd the monstrous bird-form of Saint Mars straight from the sky into the sea.

He watched as Monkey D. Garp, his iron fists wrapped in Conqueror's Haki, pounded the sand-worm form of Saint Ju Peter until it rolled helplessly across the battlefield.

"..."

His heart skipped a beat.

The Marines had truly turned their fists against the World Governnt.

And not just resisted. They were crushing them, almost unilaterally.

The five legendary "gods," beings who had stood above the world for centuries, looked utterly miserable before the legends and rising admirals of the Marines.

"..."

Mihawk set the goblet down and slowly rose, walking toward the window.

Outside stretched eternal storm clouds and withered trees, frozen in decay.

He closed his eyes, and in his mind surfaced the image of a green-haired figure wreathed in blood-red, demonic killing intent.

Marine Headquarters.

Rear Admiral Roronoa Zoro.

You chose to follow an admiral who dared to raise his fist against the gods themselves.

And now… you have grown even stronger.

Mihawk reached out and grasped the black blade at his side.

Yoru.

One of the Twelve Supre Grade Blades seed to sense its master's will, releasing a low, excited hum.

"Co and challenge my throne as the world's strongest swordsman."

Dressrosa, the Royal Plateau.

"Fufufufufu…"

Donquixote Doflamingo reclined lazily on a sofa, a dry, rasping laugh escaping his throat.

He had seen it.

The commander of the God's Knights, blasted in a single strike by a towering ultimate weapon, sent plunging into the ten-thousand-ter-deep sea.

He had seen it.

The Five Elders, pinned to the ice and beaten down by the highest combat power of the Marines.

"Fu… fu…"

The laughter stopped abruptly.

His sunglasses slipped slightly, revealing eyes filled with shock and rising panic.

How could this happen?

Those were the Five Elders.

The undying rulers who had sat atop world power for eight hundred years.

How could they lose?

A chill shot from the soles of his feet straight to his scalp.

What was his greatest trump card?

His forr status as a Celestial Dragon.

The secrets he held regarding the "national treasure" of Mary Geoise.

But now, the supre authorities of the World Governnt were being beaten bloody by Marine fists in front of the entire world.

If the Five Elders fell and the World Governnt's order collapsed, what value would his secrets still have?

What confidence would he have left?

An unprecedented terror clenched his heart.

"No… no!"

He sprang up from the sofa and began pacing frantically.

"Even the Five Elders can't be relied on anymore!"

"If the Marines win…"

"That old man Sengoku will definitely co for !"

"He will absolutely settle the score for Rosinante!"

"I have to find a way out. I need a retreat!"

Cold sweat poured down his forehead, soaking into his blond hair.

Where could he still run on this sea?

Ask the other Emperors for help?

Whitebeard and Red-Hair were already history.

Kaido and Big Mom were being pinned down by the Marines at G-5, struggling just to survive.

Was there anywhere left that could escape the pursuit of today's Marines?

Nowhere.

Despair flooded over him like a rising tide.

"AAAAAAH!"

Doflamingo let out a beast-like roar and tore the sunglasses from his face. The ornate glasses that had symbolized his Joker identity for decades were hurled violently at the wall.

They traced a desperate arc through the air.

Crash.

The lenses shattered into pieces.

anwhile, on Amazon Lily in the Calm Belt.

"..."

Boa Hancock stared at the screen, her beautiful face drained of color.

The arrogance and disdain that once filled her eyes had been replaced by deep regret.

When she had torn up the Marines' compulsory summons, how proud she had been.

Now, that pride had turned into fear.

In her eyes, the Marines had never been worthy of commanding her.

Anyone should be forgiven before her beauty.

But now…

What was she seeing?

The Marines openly opposing the World Governnt.

And gaining the upper hand.

"Elder… Elder!"

Hancock grabbed the arm of Nyon in panic. "Do we still have a chance to make things right?"

Nyon stared at the screen, despair flashing through her cloudy eyes.

She spread her hands helplessly.

"How would you fix this?"

"That's the Five Elders, the God's Knights, and two Emperors of the Sea."

"The Marines are cutting them down like lons. Are you going to run over now and say, 'I was wrong before, please let join you'?"

"Do you think that Bloodhawk admiral, the one who showed no rcy even to Emperors and killed Red-Hair in front of the world, would give you that courtesy?"

She sighed and patted Hancock's hand.

"Pray."

"Pray that after they finish fighting, they forget about our little island…"

"..."

Hancock froze as if struck by lightning.

Despair swallowed her whole, like icy seawater.

New World, on a certain island.

A massive light screen projected by a transponder snail flickered beneath the gloomy sky, illuminating twisted faces in alternating light and shadow.

"Hahaha! Hit them! Smash them hard!"

Eustass Kid roared with excitent as he watched the war.

He did not care who won or lost. He only relished the thrill of watching the world turn upside down.

Beside him, Killer spoke calmly. "The Marines' strength has surpassed all expectations."

"After this war, no matter the outco, the balance of the sea will be completely rewritten."

"We have to prepare in advance."

"Prepare? Prepare how?" Kid demanded.

"Captain Eustass."

A low, magnetic voice interrupted him.

Trafalgar Law leaned against a rock and pointed at the screen, where the shattered fleets of two Emperors drifted in ruin.

"Kaido and Big Mom brought nearly all their elite forces, almost all their core combat power, to G-5."

"And that ans…"

A aningful smile curved at Law's lips.

"Their territories are wide open."

Kid's breathing stalled.

He understood instantly.

With the two Emperors' main forces pinned down by the Marines…

Raid their holands.

"Hahaha… Hahahahaha!"

Greed and fanatic excitent exploded in Kid's eyes.

He jumped to his feet and raised his arms.

"Crew!"

"Pass my order! All alliance ships, assemble imdiately!"

"Targets!"

"Whole Cake Island, Totto Land!"

"Wano, Onigashima!"

"Kaido and Big Mom's treasure and territory are ours!"

"The entire New World will belong to the Supernova Alliance!"

A mont of silence passed.

Then the island erupted in thunderous cheers.

Law watched the pirates driven mad by desire, then glanced at Kid, his smile fading into a deep, unreadable calm.

Without drawing attention, he raised a hand and lightly touched his chest.

Beneath his clothes, the Marine identification code 01746 emitted a faint, almost imperceptible warmth.

"Mr. Corazon," he murmured inwardly,

"once this mission is complete, my rank won't be lower than yours."

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