Upon the boundless sea, the sky and ocean embraced at the horizon, creating a magnificent panorama.
Dozens of pirate ships, resembling a ghostly fleet under judgment, drifted upon the waves.
Some were shattered, as if having weathered a great catastrophe, exposing fractured wooden skeletons and torn canvases.
Others were engulfed in flames.
The fire danced wildly like a deadly performer, fueled by the sea breeze.
Thick smoke billowed, forming a contrasting tableau of life and death, light and darkness with the splashing seawater.
The firelight cast ever-changing images upon the sea, like the wrath of the sea god, incinerating all past glory and sin.
Corpses floated on the sea, like abandoned puppets, tossed about by the waves.
Amidst this scene of carnage, some living pirates struggled desperately.
They exerted all their strength, attempting to escape this sea of death.
However, the raging flames, like the scythe of the grim reaper, ruthlessly severed their last hope of survival.
The mockery of the flames and the disdain of the waves rendered their efforts so insignificant, as if all struggles were in vain.
Hancock and her companions stared blankly at the scene.
As members of the Kuja Pirates, they believed they were accustomed to the cruelty and bloodshed of the sea.
However, when they witnessed this scene firsthand, they still couldn't conceal the shock and fear in their hearts.
Sandersonia and Marigold, unable to bear the bloody scene before them, covered their mouths, ran to the railing, and couldn't help but vomit.
This cruel sight would become their nightmare in the future, leaving an indelible shadow in their hearts.
And the other members of the Kuja Pirates, at this moment, had no time to care about Hancock and the others' discomfort.
They stared dumbfounded at the hellish scene before them, and a mix of complex emotions surged in their hearts.
Even the battle-hardened among them had never seen such a hellish sight.
......
On the smoke-filled sea, the pirate captain stood at the ship's railing, his gaze piercing through the clamor and chaos of the battlefield, fixed on the dwindling number of combatants.
In his eyes, flames seemed to burn, revealing a tangible hatred.
"That damned fellow, the information he passed on had such a huge error."
His voice sounded particularly cold amidst the booming cannons, his teeth grinding together.
Because of a piece of erroneous information, they were caught in a tight encirclement by the Navy, how could he not hate it.
It seemed that he might not be able to leave the G5 base safely today.
Just as he was immersed in his thoughts, a voice interrupted his reverie.
"Captain, we can't break through the Navy's defenses."
A pirate dragged his injured body, walking step by step with difficulty in front of him, his face full of bitterness and despair.
His body was covered in wounds, blood staining his clothes red. If he hadn't been lucky, he would have been left on the battlefield forever.
"The opponent's methods are too strange, we suffered heavy losses before we could even enter the base."
The pirate's voice was full of powerlessness and frustration.
The situation they faced far exceeded expectations. The Navy's reaction and deployment were accurate, and every attack was relentlessly repelled.
Hearing such a report, the captain clenched his fist tightly around his weapon, his knuckles turning white from the force.
He knew that in this battle, they were at an absolute disadvantage.
The misinformation was like a sharp knife, not only cutting off their hope of victory but also leaving wounds on their bodies that were difficult to heal.
But he knew that as a pirate, no matter what difficulties and obstacles he encountered, he had to face them, even at the cost of his life.
He raised his head, the flames in his eyes burning even more fiercely, as if he would ignite everything in front of him in the next moment.
"There's no point in continuing to stay here,"
The pirate captain's eyes sharply swept around.
He knew the urgency of the situation, the longer they dragged on, the worse it would be for them.
They had to take advantage of the fact that they still had enough manpower to launch a decisive battle with the Navy.
He quickly turned around, faced his tired and increasingly fearful subordinates, and shouted loudly:
"Lads, grab your weapons and follow me!"
His voice exploded like thunder, with an unquestionable majesty.
In this battlefield filled with gunpowder smoke and the smell of blood.
His words were like a guide, igniting the flame of hope in the low morale.
"The first to rush into the base can pick anything inside!"
His words seemed to be imbued with magic, instantly sweeping away all fear and hesitation.
Stimulated by the treasure and encouraged by the captain, the pirates rushed into action.
Every pair of eyes burned with frenzy and greed, no longer caring about the fallen comrades around them, no longer caring about the dangers ahead.
The pirates charged forward fearlessly, their shouts of killing mixed with the sound of cannons.
Even as comrades fell around them, blood splattering, they did not retreat, but instead charged even more resolutely towards the enemy's line of defense.
The pirate captain saw this scene, a cold smile curling up at the corner of his mouth, and he felt more confident in his victory.
The captain gripped the weapon in his hand, taking the lead and leading his men to the front line.
Every swing of the broadsword cut all obstacles in front of him in two.
But at this crucial moment, a chilling sight appeared before his eyes.
Thin, spiderweb-like lines, almost invisible threads, were densely arranged on the road ahead, like an invisible net, hiding murderous intent.
The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the Navy's bullets rained down on them as if they were free.
The captain watched his men fall one after another, and smiled bloodthirstily.
"Although these threads are deadly, as long as you discover them."
"The threat will be greatly reduced."
Suddenly, the captain raised the broadsword in his hand, and the sharp blade bloomed with a dazzling light in the darkness.
With all his strength, he slashed down, and the almost imperceptible deadly threads around him shattered one after another under this violent force, like fragile strings collapsing in a strong wind.
At the moment the threads broke, the captain licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Naval base, I'm in!"
His voice echoed like thunder across the empty battlefield, and his body lunged forward.
And his men cheered at this moment.
Although they didn't know what happened, they knew that the obstacles in front of them had disappeared.
They could give it their all.
"Crack!"
As a thunderclap sounded.
Enel's body was like stepping directly from the heavenly realm into the human world, suddenly appearing in front of the pirates.
"This road is closed."
Enel's voice was indifferent, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.
And in the rear, Jin'an leaned against the wall, gently clapping his palms, making a crisp applause.
"What a great performance..."
