Marineford.
The flames of war raged, and smoke filled the air.
A large number of pirates had already broken through the defensive line formed by the cannons and stormed into the Marine Headquarters.
On the battlefield, flesh and blood were blurred, and the shouts of battle were deafening.
"With Shiki and Kaido holding back the high-level officers of the Navy,"
a pirate leader shouted, the large saber in his hand gleaming coldly.
"This Marine Headquarters poses no threat to us."
"Let's move quickly,"
another pirate leader responded anxiously.
"Kizaru and the others aren't just sitting around doing nothing."
The pirates surged towards the interior of Marineford like a tide, collapsing buildings and cracking the ground wherever they passed, sweeping the entire base clean.
Flames engulfed the buildings, explosions rose and fell, and the sky was filled with smoke and the glow of fire.
The Marines fought bravely, wielding their weapons like the wind, thrusting, slashing, and constantly resisting the enemy's attacks.
However, the number of pirates was too great, swarming in, and most of the Marines remaining at the headquarters did not have the ability to change the course of the battle. Their defenses were constantly collapsing, and they retreated deeper inside.
"Rear Admiral Toki Amatsuki, the pirates have broken through the port area!"
A communications soldier ran over to report, his face full of anxiety.
"Our firepower can no longer suppress them."
Another Marine soldier gasped for breath, his face pale.
Toki Amatsuki stood on a high ground, her gaze heavy as she looked at the dense mass of pirates. Her eyes burned with anger and anxiety.
She gripped the sword in her hand, breathing rapidly.
They had just advanced from the direction of the port, but unfortunately, the difference in numbers was still too great.
Information travels very slowly on the Grand Line, and support is difficult to arrive in a short time.
To make matters worse, these pirates besieging Marineford were all from different pirate crews. They usually fought independently, but now they were united, and no one would have thought that they would suddenly launch a joint attack.
"Hold on!"
Toki Amatsuki shouted loudly, her voice piercing through the noise of the battlefield.
"We must not let the pirates occupy this place! The glory of the Navy rests on this battle!"
The situation was extremely critical. The Marines gritted their teeth and tried their best to block the attacking enemies.
Their sweat and blood mixed together, soaking their uniforms, but everyone's eyes burned with an indomitable will.
Faced with Toki Amatsuki's words, the Marines' morale was greatly boosted, and they responded loudly:
"We pledge to defend Marineford to the death!"
"The seagull flag of justice will still hang high above the pirates' heads!"
"They will never be able to overcome justice!"
Encouraged by Toki Amatsuki, the Marines ignored their injuries, waved their weapons, and stubbornly resisted the pirates' attacks.
In the light of the fire, the figures of the Marine soldiers were like immovable fortresses.
They cooperated closely, forming a solid line of defense, blocking the pirates' fierce impact.
Spears and sabers clashed, fire and steel collided, sparking countless sparks, and the scene of the battle was magnificent and tragic.
"Fight for Marineford!"
An officer shouted loudly, waving the sword in his hand and repelling an enemy.
His figure was like a whirlwind, quickly shuttling through the battlefield, leading the soldiers in defense.
"Don't let them through!"
Another Marine leader waved a large saber, blocking the pirates' offensive route, fighting hard and refusing to retreat.
The Marines' resistance was like an iron wall, and facing pirates several times their number, they did not flinch in the slightest.
"The Navy's justice is invincible!"
A heavily injured soldier leaned on a long spear and stood up with difficulty.
As long as they weren't dead, they could keep fighting.
The Marines' roars echoed in the sky above the battlefield:
"We pledge to defend Marineford to the death!"
......
Above the sky, the battle intensified.
The islands controlled by Shiki had long been shattered, and huge chunks of rock flew everywhere, falling like meteor showers.
Smoke filled the air, and the battle in the sky was like the end of the world.
Shiki abandoned his pride, wielding his dual swords like a storm, bringing up golden light.
Even so, his figure seemed somewhat overwhelmed by the combined attack of Sengoku, Garp, and Zephyr.
The rudder inserted in his head tugged at his nerves with every movement, forcing him to suffer.
Sengoku, in his Daibutsu form, unleashed terrifying shockwaves.
Each time the golden giant fist fell, the sky seemed to shake.
The clouds in the sky were torn apart, forming huge air vortices that were dizzying.
Garp showed his incredibly powerful fists, each blow seeming to pierce the sky.
This legend, nicknamed "Navy Hero", poured all his life's combat experience and strength into this, attacking Shiki mercilessly.
Zephyr used his explosiveness and agility to constantly move around the battlefield, looking for Shiki's weaknesses.
Each of his straight punches contained enormous destructive power.
Each dodge was as fast as lightning, making Shiki unpredictable.
Even in his prime, Shiki would have found it difficult to deal with the siege of these three powerhouses.
What's more, he was no longer the invincible pirate he once was.
The rudder on his head constantly tormented him, greatly limiting his movements.
He struggled to cope with the attacks of Sengoku and the others, sweat oozing from his forehead, but his eyes were still filled with ferocity and unwillingness.
"You Marines are nothing more than this!"
Shiki roared, his voice echoing in the sky, the echo like the roar of an angry lion.
He used all his strength to continuously wave his dual swords, the sword energy crisscrossing and cutting straight at Sengoku and the others.
Sengoku blocked Shiki's attack with one palm, the huge impact causing his figure to sway slightly, but he quickly stabilized his body, his eyes flashing with a resolute light.
Garp took the opportunity to attack Shiki's flank, his iron fist bringing with it the power to destroy the world, heading straight for Shiki's ribs.
Zephyr advanced at high speed from the other side, raising his leg and delivering a sharp kick aimed at Shiki's lower body.
Shiki had to retreat quickly, his dual swords crossed to block Garp and Zephyr's attacks, but Sengoku's giant fist struck again, hitting his chest hard.
Shiki spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flying out like a kite with a broken string, smashing a huge rock, and then falling towards the island wreckage below.
In the sky, the figures of Sengoku, Garp, and Zephyr stood in the high sky like gods, always on alert, their eyes always watching the falling Shiki.
Although the battle was still going on, the scales of victory seemed to have tilted.
Shiki forcibly stabilized his figure in mid-air, squinting his eyes and showing a sneer at the corner of his mouth.
Even if defeat was inevitable, he would not give in easily.
Regripping his dual swords, he charged towards Sengoku and the others again, using his last bit of strength, vowing to prove in this final battle that his prestige as "Shiki the Golden Lion" would not easily dissipate even on a doomsday-like battlefield.
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