LRAB Chapter 459: Leave the Seraphim Behind!
Chapter 459: Leave the Seraphim Behind!
The dragon's voice was low, but all the marines present heard it.
All the remaining naval soldiers stood frozen in place, their eyes fixed on the tall figure at the very front.
Admiral Kizaru.
Kizaru stood in the center of the ruins.
A final decision needs to be made.
After all, tens of thousands of lives were on his shoulders.
Kizaru looked up randomly. The nonchalance on his face vanished completely.
Behind the sunglasses.
Kizaru stared intently at Dragon, Whitebeard, Shanks, and the other two in the distance.
The enemy has these three people behind them, and even Aokiji Sawaho. This battle is unwinnable.
After thinking for a moment, Kizaru...
He suddenly turned his head. The movement was extremely fast.
He raised his voice and issued the highest order.
"The entire army retreated"
A hoarse roar pierced the sea breeze.
"Bring the wounded onto the ship immediately."
The order was given. There was no way out.
Zhan Tu stood at the very front. His body trembled violently. His hands gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, his nails digging into his flesh. Beads of blood splattered from the scabbard onto the rocks.
The generals gritted their teeth. Their cheek muscles trembled violently. The humiliation of defeat burned in their eyes.
They once swore to exterminate pirates, boasting of being the greatest righteous people in the world. Now, however, they must flee like stray dogs, crawling between the enemy's legs to escape.
Humiliation burned through my chest. Reason forcibly extinguished the anger.
Kizaru was the highest-ranking officer present. Military orders were absolute.
The war rabbit closed its eyes. A beast-like growl rolled from its throat. Its five fingers loosened one by one. The long sword returned to its sheath. It struck with a dull, mournful sound.
The general bowed his head. The soldiers seemed to awaken from a dream.
Nerves snapped. Countless people collapsed to the ground, their legs giving way. But the will to survive pulled them back up.
Quickly help the injured up.
A stretcher is needed here.
Pull the sergeant up so he doesn't fall asleep.
The crowd erupted in chaos. Soldiers frantically searched for their comrades.
Two dark-skinned privates supported their comrade with his severed leg. Blood smeared his uniform. The three of them tumbled and crawled towards the exit.
The column moved. The footsteps were disorderly. Some sobbed. Some gasped for breath. The remnants crawled towards the coastline.
As the main force moved, the anomaly struck.
At the very back of the formation stood a group of tall, dark figures. The faces of the Seven Warlords of the Sea in their childhood. The World Government's greatest masterpiece. Seraphim.
The white uniform was spotless. The black wings were folded. Flames burned quietly atop its head, distorting the air with their heat.
The mechanical eyeball suddenly rotated.
The sound of gears meshing scraped through the air. A red light flashed wildly deep within the pupils.
The underlying logic is performing frantic calculations.
The Five Elders are not here. Vegapunk has lost contact. Supreme command has fallen to the Navy's top brass.
Instructions confirmed. Follow the evacuation.
No expression. No fear. No humiliation. Only the cold logic of killing.
S Eagle raises its foot. S Snake, S Bear, S Shark, and all the Seraphim follow closely behind.
All the seraphim stood in rigid ranks, preparing to retreat with the remnants of the army.
In the distance, the dragon's eyes were fixed on the retreat route.
The Seraph had just made his move!
Stop
Raise your right arm.
His five fingers suddenly spread open.
The air exploded with a sharp whistling sound.
The air pressure shattered. Debris and dust rose into the air against gravity.
A violent blue wind rose from the ground.
The wind blades spun wildly, shredding the air.
The storm spread wildly to both sides, instantly transforming into towering walls of wind that reached into the clouds.
A high wall severed the heavens and the earth, carrying an oppressive force capable of tearing everything apart.
The wind wall precisely cleaved the connection between the Seraph and the Navy.
The Seraph was forced to stop. The wind pressure made the flames above its head flicker wildly. S-Eagle raised its arm to shield its face. Its red eyes flashed wildly as it desperately analyzed the energy barrier.
This is what the revolutionary army cadres are waiting for.
Sabo lowered the brim of his hat. A cold smile curled at the corners of his mouth.
"action"
Before the words were even finished, Sabo exploded into a bluish-black afterimage. The rock beneath his feet shattered into dust.
Maurilindberg and Karas exploded simultaneously. Their speed reached its limit. The air was filled with afterimages.
Two seconds. A blurry image pierced through the gaps in the wind wall, then slammed around the Seraphim like a ghost.
The surrounding ring was welded shut.
Sabo's hands were enveloped in a dark, domineering aura. Karas exploded into a sky full of black crows. Mori swung a giant harpoon, relentlessly cutting off all of the Seraph's escape routes.
The unexpected turn of events was devastating. The naval commander in front of him paled.
The burly lieutenant general slammed on the brakes. He turned his head and his eyes instantly turned bloodshot.
"asshole"
Reason was burned to ashes. The suppressed humiliation erupted once more.
The lieutenant general suddenly drew his sword. The blade whistled as it sliced through the air.
He turned and ran. The tip of the knife, through the eye of the storm, was aimed intently at the distant dragon.
The veins on his forehead were bulging.
His fighting spirit ignited once more!
What do you mean?
His voice was hoarse from shouting. Fear mingled with anger. The Seraph was their trump card. Losing it would mean the Navy losing several powerful assets.
Do you want to back out?
We agreed to meet in person and then stab each other in the back.
Spittle flew everywhere. His sword flashed wildly. His Armament Haki was reignited.
The dragon didn't move. It didn't even seem to intend to make a full-scale attack.
The wind howled deafeningly. But the dragon's roar reached everyone's ears.
"The navy can leave."
His chin was slightly raised. His gaze passed over the lieutenant general, fixed intently on these humanoid weapons.
"These seraphim left behind"
The verdict came crashing down. Absolutely domineering.
The lieutenant general froze. Then he burst into a piercing, maniacal laugh.
You want us to leave the Seraphim behind?
He gripped the knife handle tightly with both hands. His fingernails dug through his skin. Blood splattered all over the hilt.
"In dreams, Seraphs are the ultimate fighting force, weapons that suppress the seas."
His voice was hoarse. His throat felt like it was about to tear.
Absolutely not. This is the last shred of dignity the Navy has left.
"You want the Seraphim to step over my dead body?"
The lieutenant general went completely mad. His coat of justice was torn by the wind. His powerful and domineering aura exploded outwards.
Black energy clung tightly to his arms. His center of gravity lowered. His thigh muscles bulged. The rock beneath his feet cracked inch by inch.
The fire ignited the oil in the pan.
The brigadier general, preparing to flee, slammed on the brakes. He stared at the lieutenant general's retreating figure. Humiliation once again shattered his reason.
"The Lieutenant General is right; we cannot leave the Seraphim to them."
The young major general drew his rapier. Its cold gleam was chilling.
"If you can't even protect your top combat strength, how dare you wear this uniform?"
Their fighting spirit reignited. Dozens of officers turned simultaneously. Their Armament Haki coalesced once more. A continuous black light filled the gray ruins.
Dragon stared at the group of navy soldiers who had drawn their swords.
He stood there. The wind wall was the line between life and death. Those who crossed it died.
The revolutionary army cadres were once again on high alert. They kept a close watch on the navy, not daring to step even half a step into the wind barrier.
dead!
The Seraph remained expressionless. A blinding laser beam erupted from the S Bear's paw. A petrifying glint flashed in the S Serpent's eyes. The defensive counterattack commands were fully activated.
"kill"
Behind him, dozens of generals stepped forward simultaneously, weapons raised, following the lieutenant general, preparing for this inevitable, suicidal charge.