One Piece Thundergod Marine

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''Marine Headquarters, The Top Battlefront.''

"Whitebeard, I'll be taking your head!" 

In the chaos of battle, a figure charged forward at high speed, where cries of anguish erupted, and sharp blades danced ruthlessly among the crowd, claiming lives. 

Onigumo took the lead, rushing to the front of ''The Moby Dick'', gazing at the towering figure above, his legs tense and ready to leap.

"There's no reason for you to charge toward our Head just as the battle begins, Onigumo." 

Suddenly, a thin blade pierced through the air, whistling toward him.

Onigumo had no choice but to abandon his jump, using his "arms" formed from hair to bring his blades together, their tips clashing like budding flowers, colliding with the thin blade.

Clang!

The sound of metal clashing echoed sharply, and sparks flew through the air.

Having successfully blocked the attack, "Flower Sword" Vista quickly drew back his aching arm, positioning his sword in front of Onigumo.

"This guy has really grown stronger!" 

Vista thought with great seriousness.

The last full-scale battle between the Marines and the Whitebeard Pirates dated back to several years before Rowen joined the Marines.

However, compared to his memories, Vista found that the Marine Headquarters' Vice Admirals, their old adversaries, were significantly stronger than they had been back then.

"Hmph! Deceitful wretches, accept the punishment of Justice!" 

Onigumo shook his arm, also sensing the gap between himself and his opponent, baring his teeth.

A few years ago, everyone was on relatively equal footing; battles consisted mainly of back-and-forth exchanges, trading insults, with neither side able to suppress the other.

However, after undergoing the enhancements of the ''Device 3.0'' training, although there wasn't a "qualitative" change, the "quantitative" growth was extraordinary.

Onigumo was confident that his former rivals were no longer his match!

Not only here, but similar situations were occurring throughout various corners of the battlefield.

Seeing his division commander being overwhelmed by a group of Marine Vice Admirals, with ordinary pirates being turned into pulp by plasma cannons, Whitebeard knew this couldn't continue.

So far, the Marines had suffered no serious casualties, while they were experiencing a tendency to retreat repeatedly. The disparity between the two sides in terms of equipment, strength, and numbers was evident.

If this continued, even a dull knife cutting meat would lead to inevitable defeat.

The only way to disrupt the battlefield and avoid the full advantage of the enemy's powerful weaponry and numbers was to create complete chaos.

To do that, they had to leave this bay first!

"Little Oars!!" 

"I'm here, Oyaji!" 

Boom! 

As his words fell, a massive figure approached from behind, accompanied by a deep tremor.

Little Oars Jr., possessing the bloodline of the "Oars the Great," though smaller than his ancestor, stood at a towering height of fifty meters, allowing him to look down over the entire battlefield, matching Whitebeard's height on ''The Moby Dick''.

"I'm counting on you!" 

Whitebeard knew that Little Oars understood his meaning and spoke in a deep voice.

"Oh! Leave it to me!" 

Little Oars nodded, pulling out a giant sword longer than a typical battleship from his waist, and in the terrified eyes of the Marine soldiers, he bent down…

Then he suddenly accelerated forward!

"Fall back, seal the harbor!!" 

Seeing this scene, Sengoku commanded loudly while quickly looking toward the steady figure below.

"Akainu, stop him!!" 

"Understood!" 

From the three Admirals' seats, Aokiji had already left his original position, currently leisurely dealing with the sporadic pirates invading the square.

The battle hadn't truly reached a boiling point; it was rare in actual combat for someone to lay down their trump cards and aim for a single strike to crush their opponent.

In the center seat, Akainu, clad in a scarlet suit, stood up upon hearing this, his Justice cape billowing in the wind as a strong sulfurous odor emanated from him.

Little Oars Jr. was a troublesome target that Sengoku had highlighted.

If that unreasonable physique were given the chance to charge in, the damage and destruction it would cause the Marines would be immeasurable.

To stop the opponent, only an Admiral would be the most reliable choice.

"Truly worthy of being called the 'Resourceful General,' Sengoku has calculated almost every counterattack from Whitebeard." 

Rowen stood on the high platform, silently admiring.

Observing Sengoku's tactical command could only be described as delightful.

So far, it had been a relatively simple encirclement battle; every arrangement was perfectly timed, maximizing damage to the Whitebeard Pirates while preserving their own forces as much as possible.

It felt like piecing together building blocks.

Each block was placed in the most suitable position, appearing entirely seamless, and the opponent was unwittingly stepping into a trap step by step.

This strategy may not lead to overly glamorous or dazzling battles, but due to its careful and steady approach, it also leaves no opportunity for the opponent to make a comeback.

Just like the Marines under his Commander-in-Chief, one word… 

''Steady!'' 

Not seeking the most stable, only striving for greater stability!

''Boom…''

''Huā Lā La!!''

Meanwhile, Little Oars, in full charge, collided straight with the thick defensive wall at the Bay Port.

In front of him, whether it was obstacles or Marines, everything was knocked away as the towering monster charged forward, creating a gap in the encirclement.

"Everyone, come this way, I—" 

Before he could finish speaking, Little Oars suddenly cried out in pain, his massive body staggering backward as he struggled to steady himself.

"Do you think you can pass without asking us?!" 

As the smoke cleared, five Giant Vice Admirals, led by Lacroix, stood with their weapons raised at the breach in the defense.

It was Lacroix who had just severed one of Little Oars' toes, forcing him back to the center of the bay.

The origins of these Giant Vice Admirals may not be deeply scrutinized, but there is no doubt that they represent an extremely important force for the Marines. The "Elfa Barf" can be called the "strongest nation," highlighting the prowess of the Giant warriors.

Especially the Giant warriors raised in the Marines, who underwent strict training; aside from the sixteen Headquarters Vice Admirals and above, there were only two who could confidently declare victory.

"Bastard! Die, you asshole!!"

The pain was intense, causing Little Oars' non-human features to twist in agony as he swung his enormous sword, resembling a collapsing mountain, unstoppable.

"Defense!!"

The Giant Vice Admirals, towering at about ten meters high, reached only to Little Oars' thighs. Lacroix dared not be arrogant; with a roar, he positioned his sword in front of him.

If he could block this blow, his companions would surely seize the opportunity to inflict serious damage on the opponent.

However, he miscalculated Little Oars' destructive power.

At the moment their blades met, Lacroix felt an overwhelming, monstrous force surge toward him; blood sprayed from his arm as every bone in his body trembled in pain.

''Clang!!!''

With one strike, Lacroix's specially crafted sword was cleaved in two, flying away from him.

Also flying away was Lacroix himself, who now bore a massive scar on his chest, deep enough to expose bone.

"Die, Die, Die!"

''Boom! Boom! Boom!''

After one strike, there was another as Little Oars wildly swung his sword, sending the encroaching Giant Vice Admirals flying.

His frenzied demeanor greatly shook the Marines' morale, while Whitebeard's side surged with enthusiasm due to the rampaging Little Oars!

"Charge! Break through!"

"Follow Little Oars! The artillery positions over there have been destroyed!"

"Oh!!"

Watching the pirates begin to surge toward the breach, Rowen withdrew his gaze and spoke into the Den Den Mushi.

"Raise the defensive mechanisms, then provide indiscriminate fire cover!"

In this battlefield, besides the Assassination Force, there was one more that Rowen could deploy…

That was the ''Aircraft Force!!''

"Let's see the second gift I've prepared for you, Whitebeard."

"Since we're all going to die anyway, why not make it clean and cause me less trouble?"

Rowen smiled coldly.

Even Teach was nearing the end of his "extremely wicked era," and it would be better for these "legacies" to vanish alongside Whitebeard.

(End Of Chapter)