One Piece: Blue Scale Admiral

With a loud bang, Shiryu's body flew backward uncontrollably, smashing the warship's mast and destroying half of the cabin.

"So fast!"

"It's not just about speed."

Jin's cold voice came from under his mask. The flames behind his head disappeared, and the power of the longsword in his hand increased several levels. Flames spread across the blade and gathered into a long fire dragon, roaring as it charged towards Shiryu.

"Fire Dragon Emperor!"

In the shattered cabin, Shiryu's lips curled into a cruel smile as he thrust his knife forward.

"One-Sword Style! Hell Thrust!"

boom!

The massive warship shattered into pieces under the impact of the two violent forces, turning into a shower of wood chips that fell onto the sea.

Chapter 382 The Seven Warlords of the Sea Recruitment Order [8K]

Has Zephyr returned yet?

In the main hall of the Naval Headquarters, Sengoku, looking somewhat haggard, was communicating with the Five Elders via Den Den Mushi, requesting the recruitment of the Seven Warlords of the Sea to participate in the war, while glancing at Vice Admiral Tsuru, who was also busy at work.

In the vast hall, naval soldiers from the intelligence department were constantly contacting naval branches around the world using Den Den Mushi (snail communication devices), trying their best to speed up the assembly of naval forces.

"Zeffa is already on his way. He is with Gumir and is gathering naval forces from all over Paradise in the waters near Water Seven."

"Where are Luo Xia and the others?" Sengoku asked again.

"Two hours ago, they boarded the elevator on the Red Earth Continent. Major General Luo Xia is currently resting and trying to recover his strength as soon as possible so that he can take control of the warship again," a communications soldier immediately replied.

Sengoku let out a breath and said in a deep voice, "Tell him to take it easy and not exhaust himself before he even gets to G1."

"Yes, sir!" The communications soldier immediately began dialing the contact number on the Kirin.

At this moment, twelve hours had passed since Rorschach's advance party left Marineford.

"Golden Lion, what about Kaido's movements? Have our intelligence agents in the New World detected anything?"

Less than ten minutes later, Sengoku's voice rang out again.

This time, it was Lieutenant General Tsuru who answered him.

"The pirate crews under their command, along with most of their key officers, have already appeared in various seas of the New World, forming an encirclement around our Navy and frantically eroding Navy branches outside of G1. Unfortunately, the intelligence personnel in the New World have not found any trace of Shiki, Kaido, Charlotte Linlin, and Wang Zhi."

Lieutenant General Tsuru paused for a moment, his face showing worry, and said, "Actually, it's obvious without even guessing that they will definitely head to G1 first. I hope Sakazuki can hold on."

“At this point, we can only trust Sakazuki.” Sengoku breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing Satan’s agreement through the Den Den Mushi, then stood up and said loudly, “Contact all the Shichibukai immediately. The World Government has issued an emergency summons, and I need them all to come and participate in the war.”

"Yes!"

Immediately, the relevant communications soldiers began skillfully dialing the Den Den Mushi (snail communication devices) of the Seven Warlords of the Sea.

Vice Admiral Tsuru watched the busy marines, waved for two cups of hot tea to be poured, and handed one to Sengoku, but Sengoku waved it away.

Seeing that Sengoku's brows had relaxed slightly, Vice Admiral Tsuru paused for a moment before speaking, "I advise you not to have too high expectations for the Seven Warlords of the Sea. They may not respond to our call for a war of this magnitude."

"I know." Sengoku clenched his fists and looked out at the empty plaza, his voice filled with exhaustion. "Every one that comes is a blessing. The Seven Warlords of the Sea are formidable fighters. The more they come, the fewer casualties we'll suffer. Whew, we absolutely cannot lose this war!"

"You should be thankful that things didn't get to the worst possible point."

Upon hearing this, Zhan Guo couldn't help but smile wryly.

He knew what Lieutenant General Tsuru meant by the worst possible step.

That night, Rorschach analyzed that the worst predicament the Navy might face was that Shiki, with a group of powerful pirates who were hostile to the Navy, would launch a surprise attack while the World Conference was being held and the Navy's forces were dispersed.

If it really comes to that, the situation will probably be even more difficult for them than it is now.

Because that would mean that the navy would have to send away 30% of its mid- to high-ranking officers, as well as two admirals.

That would always be a formidable fighting force.

Not to mention now, when war breaks out suddenly, even troop mobilization becomes extremely difficult.

In this war, neither the Shikai nor the naval branches near the Reverse Mountain were summoned.

The distance was too far and the time too short; the Golden Lions wouldn't give them much time to prepare.

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At the same time, in the Holy Land of Mary Geoise, in the Hall of Supreme Authority.

The five elders frowned as they looked at the photos spread out on the table.

In the photo, a young Shiki, Whitebeard, Charlotte Linlin, Kaido, Wang Zhi, John, and others surround a man with hair that dances wildly like snakes.

"I never imagined that after 33 years, the shadow of the Rocks Pirates would still not have completely dissipated. That bastard from the D clan, even in death, still haunts us, passing on his enormous influence to this day. Those damned Ds should all be extinct."

Satan struck Lox’s face with his cane, his eyes filled with undisguised killing intent.

“You know that’s impossible. Everyone can become a member of the D. clan. But not everyone can become Rocks, Roger, or Dragon.”

Pittor Saint looked around at his four colleagues and said in a low voice, "But now is not the time to consider this. Although to a certain extent, this world needs pirates to help us better consolidate the World Government's rule, if we allow the remnants of the Rocks Pirates to completely occupy the New World, our prestige will be completely destroyed. Especially at this crucial moment when the World Conference is about to convene, such a thing must absolutely not be allowed to happen."

“That’s right. In any case, the current era is quite good. We can’t let the sea return to the chaotic era of Rocks. A certain amount of chaos is necessary. But excessive chaos might just breed another Rocks or Roger.”

Nasujiro, who was holding a knife, nodded.

The five people exchanged glances, made up their minds, stood up together, tidied their appearance, and walked solemnly toward the deepest part of the Hall of Power.

After passing through a long, dark passage, an ancient palace appeared before the Five Elders.

In the center of the palace, there is a sloping staircase covered with a red carpet.

On the platform at the end of the steps, various ancient weapons of different styles, such as swords, spears, and halberds, were stuck in the ground.

Behind these weapons was an empty throne.

The throne, which was not occupied, looked ancient and sacred. Its back was covered with intricate and varied patterns, and its top resembled a broad sword piercing the top of the palace.

This is the Void Throne, a throne that has been vacant for eight hundred years, symbolizing peace and equality.

Looking at this empty throne, devoid of any human presence.

The five elders, standing side by side, showed respect and knelt down without hesitation, prostrating their aged bodies on the dark palace floor.

"Lord Im."

As five aged voices uttered the name with utmost respect, the light in the palace distorted like ripples on water.

A strange and illusory six-pointed star array appeared faintly in mid-air and vanished in an instant, like a phantom that had never appeared before.

The next moment, a tall figure wearing a crown and shrouded in a pure black robe suddenly appeared on the previously empty throne.

The figure was completely covered by an impenetrable black robe, with only a pair of swirling eyes visible.

Those eyes were filled with an indifferent disregard for everything.

Like a god high in the clouds.

The black-robed man Im, who appeared abruptly, did not speak, but the Five Elders prostrate below lowered their heads even further.

Saint Satan held the photograph above his head and said in an aged voice, "Your Excellency Im, in order to prevent this world from heading towards an unpredictable and chaotic future again, after unanimous discussion among the five of us, we humbly request Your Excellency to temporarily grant us the authority to use the 'Holy Mother's Flame' in the event of a collapse of the situation."

An invisible force stirred the photograph in Satan's hand, sending it flying into the hand of Im, who sat on the Void Throne. Im glanced at it indifferently and then tossed it aside.

"permit."

The two words were uttered, and the Void Throne was once again empty.

"Respectfully bidding farewell to the great Lord Im."

Even after Im had left, the Five Elders still bowed respectfully, then exchanged glances, turned around with delight, and left the palace.

Before long, a complete world map was placed on the table where the five people were sitting.

"Let's set the location for the Holy Mother's Flame attack on G1 Island for now. In case the Navy can't withstand the attack from Shiki and his crew, we'll find the best opportunity to wipe out the pirates along with G1."

Satan Saint pointed to the G1 island in front of the Red Line, his voice incredibly cruel.

The other four nodded.

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Ruscaina Island, in the calm zone.

This is the neighboring island of Nine-Eyed Snake Island, the most enchanting of all the mysterious legends of the sea, about the Kingdom of Women.

The island boasts the harshest climate and is home to large, ferocious beasts that roam the primeval forests.

At this moment, on the spacious ground near the sea, several enormous beasts, their heads wrapped in bandages, their eyes bruised and filled with tears, were sitting obediently around a log, struggling to turn it over with their claws, which were not suited to holding a stick.

On that thick wooden stick was a giant beast, almost the same size as them, now dripping with oil from being scorched by the flames.

That was a powerful predator that, like them, once lived on this island.

In front of the three-headed beast, an old man wearing glasses stood up from a wicker chair with a smile, looking at the red ship slowly approaching.

"Uh... it's hard to imagine that these fearsome beasts on Ruskena Island could be so well-behaved, almost like domesticated pets."

On the bow deck, the female warriors of the Kuja Pirates stared wide-eyed at the sight.

"Rayleigh, Shakky, we've brought you supplies."

Before the ship had even come to a complete stop, an old woman, who was less than a meter tall and leaned on a snake-shaped cane, called out to Rayleigh with a smile as he approached.

Rayleigh waved his hand. "Thank you, Granny New. Hmm? Hancock is here too? That's rare."

Suddenly, Rayleigh smiled and looked at a woman in a bright red cheongsam standing at the bow of the ship.

She was a tall, slender woman with a curvaceous figure and an impeccable appearance.

She has a face so beautiful it can take your breath away.

Whether you're a man or a woman, as soon as you meet her eyes, which are as clear as autumn water, your heart will involuntarily race and all sorts of fantasies will arise.

However, this stunningly beautiful woman always maintained a cold and arrogant demeanor that kept people at arm's length.

Upon hearing Rayleigh's greeting, she simply raised her slender, white neck like a swan and coldly snorted, "Don't be so presumptuous. I didn't come here specifically to see you, Rayleigh. Also, I forbid any man from calling me by my name directly, do you understand?"

"Hehe, really? I'll be more careful next time, haha."