One Piece: The user of the Nen-Nen Fruit, who overturned the sea.

Roy's gravity continued to suppress him.

The lieutenant generals had to activate their Armament Haki to defend against gravity while simultaneously trying to catch Roy's elusive figure.

Their reaction speed was slowed down by gravity, while Roy was in his element in his own territory.

This is not a battle.

This is a hunt.

A vice admiral finally reacted. The instant Roy disappeared, he concentrated his Armament Haki in the back of his head and simultaneously slashed backward with his sword.

His knife struck.

But it only hit the air.

Roy appeared to his side, not behind him.

Qiushui cuts horizontally.

The lieutenant general's head flew off.

Blood gushed from the severed neck, adding a deep crimson hue to the blood-soaked air.

"The eighth one."

Roy said something softly, and his figure disappeared into the void once again.

Eight lieutenant generals' bodies have already fallen on the ice.

Each corpse had only one wound, clean and swift, a single fatal cut.

Blood flowed from beneath their corpses, pooling into the ice surface that was already stained red with blood mist.

The major generals who were still struggling to hold on looked at this scene with despair in their eyes.

They are not afraid of death.

But this method—offers no chance to retaliate, and you can't even see the enemy's movements clearly.

And so they were harvested one after another—

This is not a battle; it is a one-sided massacre.

"demon……"

A major general knelt on the ground, his hands gripping the ice tightly, his voice trembling.

"He is a demon..."

Roy's figure reappeared in mid-air.

A thin layer of blood stained the blade of the Black Blade Autumn Water, giving it a dark red glow in the sunlight.

His expression remained calm, as if he were doing something trivial.

"The ninth one."

His gaze locked onto his next target.

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Mary Geoise, at the top of the Red Earth.

Between power.

Five chairs were arranged in a semicircle, and five elderly people sat on them.

A giant video Den Den Mushi embedded in the wall is broadcasting live footage of Marineford—

At least, it was being broadcast a few minutes ago.

Now the screen is completely black.

From the moment the Ark Maxim from Beehive Island appeared in the skies above Marineford, all the live Den Den Mushi aimed at the center of the battlefield simultaneously lost their signal.

The miniature Den Den Mushi strapped to the backs of those newsbirds, the surveillance Den Den Mushi surrounding the Navy Headquarters,

Even the secret surveillance equipment directly under the World Government—all of them failed.

The final frame shows Roy standing at the bow of the Ark of Proverbs, and then everything goes black.

"Has the signal still not been restored?"

Shepard X. Pitt, with his blond hair and beard, spoke, his voice filled with suppressed anxiety.

"no."

Topman Vochuli, with his curly hair and beard, shook his head and tapped his fingers twice on the armrest of his seat.

"All live Den Den Mushi have lost signal, and even the encrypted lines at Marine Headquarters have been interrupted."

"It was Roy who did it."

The bald, bespectacled Marcus Marssan pushed up his glasses, revealing a terrifyingly gloomy look in his eyes behind the lenses.

"His ability after awakening the Nen-Power Fruit—he must have created a Nen field covering the entire battlefield, and all electronic devices were shielded by his Nen barrier."

"The issue now is not about discussing signals."

Jaygolucia Satan, with his long beard and braid, spoke.

His voice was the most composed of the Five Elders, but at this moment it carried a rare hint of solemnity.

"The problem is—we can't see what's happening on the battlefield, but we can estimate it."

He picked up an intelligence document, a detailed list of the core combat forces of Beehive Island, which was several pages long.

"Roy, Barrett, Mihawk, Tesoro, Crocodile, Kuma..."

"The core combat force of Beehive Island is fully mobilized."

Each of these people possesses strength approaching or even surpassing that of a general.

Although the Navy Headquarters has 100,000 elite troops, those below the rank of vice admiral are simply expendable resources in their presence.

Satan put down the documents.

"More importantly, it's Roy himself."

There was a moment of silence between those in power.

The five elderly men present were well aware of Roy's strength.

This new pirate, who rose to prominence after Rocks and Roger, established Beehive Island and became the youngest emperor in the New World.

Now, ten years have passed.

No one knows the extent of Roy's current strength.

"The navy cannot collapse."

Shepard X. Pitt Saint broke the silence.

"The navy is the largest armed force under the world government and our greatest asset in maintaining the balance of the seas."

"If the Marine Headquarters suffers too many losses in this war, the pirates on the high seas will pounce on it like sharks smelling blood."

"Even if Whitebeard doesn't die this time, he will be severely weakened."

Kaido won't let this opportunity pass by, and while Shanks is relatively restrained, he's by no means a benevolent person.

Big Mom was still licking her wounds after being badly beaten by Roy, but what if she took the opportunity to cause trouble—

"Not to mention the revolutionary army."

Vaucioli added,

"That guy Ryu has been looking for an opportunity to overthrow the World Government."

If the navy's fighting capacity is severely damaged, the revolutionary army will definitely seize the opportunity to launch a full-scale offensive.

"Therefore, the navy cannot be crippled."

Massan concluded.

"At the very least, we cannot be crippled to the point where the balance of the ocean cannot be maintained."

Satan Saint slowly stood up.

His movements were slow, but each one carried a heavy sense of oppression.

This old man, who has lived for hundreds of years, is also the most senior among the Five Elders.

"I'll go there."

The other four elderly people all looked at him at the same time.

"You're going yourself?"

"right."

Satan tapped his staff on the floor, producing a dull thud.

"Bring the Knights of God."

Piet Saint frowned slightly.

"The Knights of God lost several members in the last battle for pure gold. Although they have been replaced, but—"

"It's precisely because we lost manpower last time that we need to take them with us this time."

Satan interrupted him.

"Roy already has some understanding of the Knights of God's fighting style."

Using the same group of people to deal with him would be tantamount to suicide.

He wasn't familiar with the abilities of the newly recruited members, which could catch him off guard.

Sacred Vochuli pondered for a moment,

Who is the current leader of the Knights of God?

"Shamrock".

Saint Satan uttered a name.

"Fegaland Shamrock".

The air between those in power seemed to freeze slightly.

The five elderly people present were all familiar with this name.

The Figarand family, a prestigious Celestial Dragon clan, saw Shamrock selected to join the Knights of God.

With his exceptional talent and absolute loyalty to the World Government, he climbed his way up to the position of leader over a decade.

There is also a personal grudge between Shamrock and Roy—Roy personally defeated him during the battle for pure gold.

Shamrock suffered a crushing defeat in that battle.

"Shamrock will not refuse this opportunity."

Satan said,

"He always wanted revenge."

Massan pushed up his glasses.

"With the entire Knights of God plus you, this combat power is enough to deal with Roy—"

"It's not about dealing with Roy alone."

Saint Satan interrupted him, his tone unusually serious.

"They are the core fighting force to deal with the entire Beehive Island."

Barrett, Mihawk, and Tesoro—each of these three possesses strength comparable to that of a Yonko (Emperor of the Sea).

Including Roy himself, the top-tier combat power on Beehive Island is at least equivalent to the combined strength of three Yonko pirate crews.

"Even if the Knights of God join me, we might not necessarily gain any advantage."

"But at least it gives the navy a chance to catch its breath."

Piet Saint was silent for a moment, then slowly nodded.

Go ahead.

Remember, the primary objective is to preserve the foundation of the navy.

We should protect as many elite officers as possible, and we absolutely cannot afford to lose any marshals or generals.

"I know."

Satan turned and walked towards the door.

He paused as he reached the door and glanced back at the black screen on the wall.

Occasionally, a few twisted arcs of electricity flashed in the darkness, as if something was struggling within.

"Roy."