UGB Chapter 285: The Navy in a Passive Position!
Chapter 285: The Navy in a Passive Position!
This is like a signal.
It was wobbling and swaying.
Hundreds and thousands of corpses stood up.
Some were missing an arm, and some were missing half a head.
Undead Legion.
Former comrades-in-arms have now become enemies.
"Fire! Fire now!"
A lieutenant colonel pulled the trigger in desperation.
Bullets struck the corpses, splattering blood, but they couldn't stop their advance.
They have no sense of pain.
Not afraid of death.
Because they had already been privately dealt with once.
"Damn it!"
The newly appointed general, Chaton, kicked away three corpse soldiers who rushed at him.
His shoes were covered in sticky, bloody grime.
But he dared not kill him.
These monsters were once naval soldiers.
On the other side of the battlefield.
The pink sword light stopped.
Momousagi Gion's hand trembled as she held the knife.
The famous sword Kinpira hovered in mid-air, only an inch away from its target's neck.
I can't cut it down.
Standing in front of her was a teenage marine.
She personally mentored the new recruits.
That child once said, blushing, that he wanted to become a righteous naval officer like Vice Admiral Gion.
Now, he is dead.
He is "alive" again.
Half of his face was charred by artillery fire, and the remaining half of his face was streaked with bloody tears, while he let out a beastly howl.
"Gion Instructor"
Indistinct syllables were squeezed out of the corpse's throat.
Momousagi's heart clenched painfully.
"Allen"
It was just that moment of distraction.
The red light in Allen's eyes surged, and he thrust the broken blade in his hand toward Momousagi's heart.
too close.
There's no escaping it.
"Don't stand there, Gion!"
A roar.
A sleazy yet lightning-fast figure crashed into them.
Tea-filled pork.
He didn't use his Storm Kick; he simply rammed the corpse soldier aside with his body.
puff.
The sharp blade pierced the flesh.
It didn't pierce the corpse, but instead stabbed Chaton in the back.
The attacker is another resurrected naval captain.
"Additional charges!"
Momousagi exclaimed in surprise, her eyes instantly turning red.
Tea Pig grunted and swung his elbow, sending the colonel flying. Blood stained his khaki suit.
He grinned, his teeth covered in blood.
"Don't look like you're about to cry, Gion-neechan. This isn't like you."
He smiled, but there was no light in his eyes.
This battle is unwinnable.
Killing the enemy is an honor.
Killing a comrade-in-arms is like being slowly sliced to death.
In the sky.
Golden light particles are condensing.
Borsalino hovered a hundred meters in the air, his hands crossed, his fingertips pointing at the horde of zombies below.
"The Eight-Foot Jade Curved Jewel".
The light bullet, however, was not fired.
His Observation Haki swept across the entire area.
The feedback he received made his throat tighten.
They were all in navy uniforms.
It all felt so familiar.
Those more than a thousand monsters that were frantically tearing at living people had been saluting him and calling him "Admiral Kizaru" just half an hour ago.
With this move, the dead will disappear, and the living in the melee will also be wiped out.
"What a terrifying tactic."
Borusalino's eyes, hidden behind his sunglasses, were unfathomable.
The golden light on his finger flashed a few times before finally fading away.
He lowered his hand.
This man, who championed ambiguous justice, found himself at a loss on the battlefield for the first time.
Even when facing the Four Emperors, he can still clock in and chat with ease.
But at the moment.
But he couldn't do it.
Namo
A sorrowful sigh.
Two lines of bloody tears slid down Fujitora's tightly closed eyes.
He can't see.
But he can hear.
His Observation Haki is best suited for perceiving emotions.
What flooded his mind at that moment was the wailing of countless wronged souls being desecrated.
The dead cannot rest in peace.
The living suffer greatly.
Those souls that were forcibly awakened wept and begged for release within their broken bodies.
"Such behavior is simply hellish!"
The veins on the back of Fujitora's hand, which was gripping the cane sword, bulged.
He wanted to swing his knife.
But this strike severed not only the corpse, but also the last vestige of justice in the Navy's heart.
Justice has crumbled.
"Hehehehe!"
The shrill laughter echoed across the battlefield.
Uta floated above the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
All that remained in her eyes was a frenzied purple vortex.
She spread her arms and conducted a grand symphony.
Behind him, the space shattered inch by inch, like a mirror.
Click.
Click.
A terrifying entity is being squeezed out from the enormous black rift.
Demon King Tot Musica.
It is no longer a phantom.
The giant keyboard teeth chewed the air, the noise capable of ripping away one's reason.
That was the sound of a piano being smashed, the shriek of a snapping string.
The black musical notes transformed into tangible tentacles, connecting each resurrected corpse.
She is the queen.
The queen who rules over the dead.
"It's not over yet! It's not over yet!"
Uta's voice overlapped with the Demon King's roar.
"Since everyone's unhappy, let's all go to our dreams!"
"In dreams, there is no pain!"
"In this new era, we will always be together!"
In chaos.
A huge black shadow approached silently.
Puppet Barrett.
He mingled among the corpses like a lurking Tyrannosaurus Rex.
The target was Vice Admiral Onigumo, who was directing the defense.
Huoshaoshan struggled to withstand the siege of his former subordinates, his brows covered in sweat.
"Damn it! Wake up! I'm your lieutenant general!"
no respond.
Only biting and tearing.
The moment when the fire-scorched mountain was distracted.
boom!
A fist wrapped in jet-black armor color came crashing down from the side without warning.
Too fast.
too heavy.
The fire didn't even give them time to scream.
Click!
The sound of bones cracking is enough to make your teeth ache.
He was like a cannonball, flying hundreds of meters horizontally before crashing into the depths of the ruins.
Life and death do not know.
"Lieutenant General!!"
The navy's defenses have completely collapsed.
The lieutenant general was instantly killed.
The general dared not make a move.
Comrades turned into demons.
Despair spread like a plague.
The navy was forced into a passive and defensive position.
They would rather be bitten to death than swing their knives at the corpses of their comrades again.
The four generals stood back to back in the center of the battlefield.
The surrounding area was teeming with hordes of corpses.
They can only take the beatings; they can't fight back.
This is not a matter of overwhelming combat power.
This is spiritual torture.
Is it over?
Chatun leaned against the broken wall, watching the approaching horde of corpses, and closed his eyes.
The wound on his back had gone numb.
All that's left is cold.
Bone-chilling cold.
Is the Navy's justice going to be buried here today?
midair.
Uta raised his hands.
The demon king behind him opened his abyss-like maw.
The black sound waves converged into a massive, tangible wave that blotted out the sky.
"The final section of the Song of the End!"
As soon as this sound wave falls.
The entire island, along with all the living and the dead, will be pulled into that eternally still "Uta World".
Reality will cease to exist.
Darkness descends.
Everyone is waiting for the final judgment.
however.
Just as the sound waves were about to engulf everyone.
Above the sky.
The clouds were brutally torn apart by an invisible giant hand.
A huge gap stretched across the sky.
Followed by.
The world turned red and black.
boom!!!!!
A torrent of will descended from the sky.
That's not the wind.
That's the materialized form of Conqueror's Haki!
Crimson and black lightning cascaded down like a waterfall, instantly covering the entire battlefield.
"Buzz"
The air emitted a loud, uncontrollable burst of sound.
The space itself was distorted and deformed by this attack.
Time stood still.
The "legion of the dead" that had been roaring madly suddenly froze.
The crimson light in their eyes dimmed instantly, like a candle extinguished by a gale.
The black musical note tentacles connecting them crumbled inch by inch under the impact of this domineering will.
The marionette's strings have broken.
puff.
puff.
Corpses fell in droves.
There was no struggle.
There was no roaring.
They turned back into quiet, lifeless things.
In just a moment.
The clamorous hell has fallen into deathly silence.
The surviving naval soldiers gaped, their eyes rolled back, and they lost consciousness under the oppressive force, collapsing en masse.
Even Chaton and Momousagi's knees buckled suddenly, and they had to plunge their swords into the ground to stay upright.
"That domineering aura"
Fujitora suddenly looked up, his gray-white pupils trembling violently.
"How domineering, how astonishing!"
Kizaru's pupils behind his sunglasses shrank to pinpoints, and a bead of cold sweat trickled down his forehead.
"Hey, that man's here."
The smoke and dust cleared.
coastline.
A massive pirate ship broke through the fog.
Without slowing down, it charged straight onto the shallows with a ruthless attitude and ran aground on the shore.
The red dragon head with its horns is ferocious and majestic.
The Red Fosse.
On the bow of the ship.
There was a man standing there.
He was wearing a white shirt, patterned capri pants, and sandals.
His only left hand rested on the famous sword "Griffin" at his waist.
A black cloak billowed wildly behind him.
Red hair fluttering in the wind.
The foolish smile from his hangover was gone, replaced by coldness.
Cold as a blade.
The Four Emperors.
Red-haired Shanks.
That overwhelming aura of dominance that shook the heavens and earth originated from him.
Those sharp eyes pierced straight through the thousand-meter battlefield, locking onto the figure suspended in the air.
They located the girl who was possessed by the demon king and had gone mad.