Im's thoughts were naturally unknown to Jin and the others. At present, they can only deal with those increasingly crazy people.
The battlefield was filled with smoke, and blood and fire dyed the sky of Elbaf red.
Jin An stood in the center of the battlefield, his eyes sharply scanning the surroundings.
The air was filled with shouts,厮杀, and the sound of weapons colliding, each sound like a war drum beating in his heart.
His knife was already stained with blood, and the blade reflected a cold light in the fire.
He took a deep breath, raised his eyes and looked at the enemies pouring in front of him. Those people's eyes flickered with crazy light, as if they had no fear of death.
He knew that this was by no means ordinary combat psychology, but a distorted manipulation.
Those emotions that should have been feared and avoided seemed to have been erased by some invisible force, leaving only undisguised killing intent.
Jin An's heart sank slightly, but the knife in his hand became more stable.
He had no time to think about why these people had become so crazy. The only thing he could do was to completely block this crazy offensive.
He said to himself in a cold voice: "War never allows compassion."
Not far behind him, Whitebeard was using absolute power to crush a group of enemies trying to sneak attack.
Every time Murakumogiri was swung, the ground trembled, as if the entire Elbaf was bowing to his power.
However, even a powerful existence like Whitebeard had a rare trace of solemnity between his brows when facing this endless wave.
"What the hell is wrong with these guys?"
Marco flapped his wings to create a fire barrier while complaining loudly.
Although his voice was angry, the killing intent between his movements was unambiguous.
Because he knew that if he hesitated slightly, these crazy enemies would tear his brothers to pieces without mercy.
"Madmen."
Jin An spat out two words lightly, and the knife in his hand fell again, and several enemies who rushed up fell to the ground instantly, blood spurting.
His movements were without a trace of excess, and each knife was extremely precise, like a frost blade in the cold winter, disappearing at a touch.
However, the irritability in his heart became more and more intense.
His eyes glanced at the other end of the battlefield, where the Five Elders were standing and watching coldly.
Their eyes carried a chilling indifference, as if these soldiers who were rushing forward desperately were just tools, sacrifices prepared to achieve some purpose.
"These people have been completely abandoned."
A clear judgment arose in Jin An's heart.
His brows furrowed slightly, as if he had thought of some deeper conspiracy, but he was quickly interrupted by a new wave of attacks.
He can't stop, and he can't stop.
On the other side of the battlefield, Loki was leading the giants to fight against the Pacifistas.
Their roars were like thunder, and each blow carried a shocking momentum, smashing the enemies to pieces.
However, the number of enemies was like a tide. No matter how many were killed, new figures always filled up.
Loki fought and cursed loudly:
"These bastards can even use their own people like this! Jin An, how is it going on your side?"
"Still holding on."
Jin An responded coldly.
His voice was not loud, but it revealed a suppressed anger,
"But the number of these guys is much more than I expected."
"Kill them until they are afraid!"
Loki gritted his teeth.
His eyes were bloodshot with anger, and he smashed a Pacifista's head with a punch,
"Today, no invaders will leave Elbaf alive!"
"Hopefully."
Jin An was not so optimistic in his heart.
He keenly felt that the Five Elders were standing there too calmly, as if all the chaos on the battlefield was under their control.
The battle continued, and the crazy offensive did not stop.
Jin An's blade slashed through the enemy's body again and again, splashing a bloody mist.
His mood was without waves, but each blow carried an aversion and indifference to all of this.
"War is never a stage for heroes."
He murmured in a low voice, gripped the knife in his hand, and continued to cut a bloody path towards the front.
He knew that it was meaningless to say anything now.
Only by doing his best to defeat the enemies in front of him could he save those behind him and save the remaining hope on the battlefield.
On the sea, the World Government's fleet pressed towards Elbaf like a black tide, and the iron armor of each warship reflected a cold light under the gloomy sky.
The waves beat against the hull, as if playing an overture to the coming of this disaster.
At the forefront of the fleet stood several figures, each exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.
These figures stood upright at the bow of the ship, motionless like sculptures.
Their faces were extremely similar to some well-known or missing Warlords of the Sea, but they also revealed a strange coldness and unnatural luster.
There were no emotional fluctuations in their eyes, only a void of mechanical coldness.
Every movement was precise to the extreme, as if even breathing and the slight rise and fall of the chest were designed to be impeccable.
As the ship approached the coast of Elbaf, the sea breeze gradually revealed their figures.
If Jin An were present at this moment, he would definitely feel an unspeakable shock and incomprehension.
These people, who were clearly familiar names in the past, were given a life that should not exist.
They are Seraphim - Vegapunk used the "Warlords of the Sea" as a blueprint, and through cutting-edge technology and Celestial Dragon genetics research, they were bred into absolute weapons.
One of the Seraphim slowly raised his head. His appearance was very similar to the deceased "Sand Crocodile" Crocodile, but there was not a trace of extra emotion on his body.
Another Seraphim, whose appearance was exactly the same as Bartholomew Kuma, had a pair of metal wings driven by high-tech devices on his back, reflecting a sharp light in the wind.
Kuma's bloodline determined that he was destined to be very special in the eyes of some people, and this Seraphim was cloned by the World Government using Kuma's genes.
"Start the mission."
The Kuma-type Seraphim's voice was low, but as cold as a mechanically processed command sound.
He suddenly stretched out his hand, the light source in his palm gathered, and after a moment, a dazzling ray of energy instantly shot out from his fingertips, cutting through the air and directly blasting towards the Elbaf coastline.
A corner of the entire coast was immediately plunged into fire and explosions.
Another Seraphim resembling Mihawk drew out the sword behind him. The blade was not made of ordinary steel, but a pure energy body condensed from some unknown substance.
His eyes flashed with scarlet light, he tapped his feet, and his entire body swept out like a black shadow, his speed was so fast that it almost exceeded the range of the naked eye.
"Attack, eliminate the target."
All the Seraphim started at the same time. Their actions were like a tacitly coordinated team, without a trace of stagnation, and efficiency was the top priority.
On the command ship behind the warship, Vegapunk was monitoring the performance of the Seraphim through a huge screen.
A satisfied smile appeared on his face.
"It's really perfect."
He said to himself in a low voice,
"The past Warlords of the Sea were strong, but they all had their own agendas. Now, the Seraphim I created are the real invincible weapons.
They are loyal, fearless, and never betray."
Just as he was immersed in his pride, a Celestial Dragon next to him snorted coldly:
"You better pray they don't fail. Otherwise, even you will pay the price."
Vegapunk smiled slightly and did not answer.
He knew that the performance of the Seraphim had far exceeded the limits of ordinary creatures. Even Jin An or Whitebeard would never be easy against these monsters.
The full arrival of the Seraphim injected new dangers into the already chaotic battle situation.
Jin An, Whitebeard, and all the Elbaf defenders in the distance have not even realized that the real challenge of this battle has just begun.
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