The natural system started off strong, but the navy finally reached its peak!

He seemed to have completely lost his mind, wanting to unleash all his anger.

"Warring States!!!" Gern roared, his right hand gripping the hilt of the black sword, Hachigo.

"I'll call you Marshal if I'm being polite; otherwise, you're nothing!"

"Om!!"

The dormant, purplish-black Conqueror's Haki, like a boiling abyss, once again instantly wrapped around the pitch-black blade, its deep, ominous light even overpowering all the surrounding light!

The space around the blade began to twist and collapse violently, emitting a mournful cry of unbearable pressure!

The ground beneath his feet cracked and sank as it could not withstand the force!

Without any frills, Gern's arm muscles bulged, pouring all his strength and will into them.

He unleashed a powerful strike towards the distant golden Buddha, a strike that seemed capable of severing cause and effect and splitting the red earth continent!

"Earthquake - The End!!"

A purplish-black torrent of destruction, combining extreme vibration and top-level domineering entanglement, tore through the atmosphere, carrying a shrill shriek that annihilated everything, heading straight for the Warring States!

Wherever he went, all things vanished!

Faced with this merciless and terrifying slash that seemed to truly determine life and death, even Sengoku, who had transformed into a Buddha, suddenly contracted his pupils.

"Damn it, whether it's your words or your tactic, you've definitely smuggled in your own agenda!!"

But despite his thoughts, he was immediately overwhelmed by immense anger! He absolutely could not back down at this moment!

"Buddha's light... shines everywhere!!!"

The enormous golden Buddha statue from the Warring States period burst forth with unprecedented brilliance, and boundless impact power gathered in its palms, as if holding a golden sun!

He roared and shoved the "sun" that contained both destruction and life force violently toward the oncoming purplish-black torrent!

Two ultimate forces, capable of easily altering the terrain, are about to collide head-on without any frills!

The consequences would be enough to wipe half of the land of the gods off the map!

At this critical moment!

"Insolence!" A chilling, bone-deep shout, seemingly emanating from the depths of the underworld, rang out!

"Whoosh!" A purplish-black slash from Bigern was even faster and more refined, a dark blade light that seemed to have gathered all the sharpness in the world, striking first after being struck by lightning that tore through the night!

Izanbaron V. Nassuro, transformed into a skeletal horse, charged forward at breakneck speed, then transformed into a human-beast form, appearing abruptly between the two attacks with a speed beyond visual perception!

The first generation of Kitetsu in his hand was completely unsheathed, the eerie blade wrapped with ominous black and red arcs of electricity. Without the slightest hesitation, he slashed upwards with unparalleled precision against Gern's devastating "Heavenly Tremor: End" attack!

"Clang!!!!!!!!!!!"

An ear-piercing shriek erupted instantly! It wasn't a massive explosion, but rather the tearing apart of extreme sharpness by extreme power!

The blade of the first generation Kitetsu precisely cleaved into the very core of the purplish-black torrent, the dark blade light flashing wildly, forcibly deflecting its trajectory!

The purplish-black slash that had been split open passed directly by Nasujuro Sei's body, tearing two bottomless chasms into the earth in the distance!

Almost at the same moment!

"Roar!!!" Another inhuman roar rang out!

The colossal bull demon that Jaigolusia Satan transformed into was like a moving black mountain.

With a suffocating sense of oppression, it suddenly loomed between the golden Buddha Sengoku and Gern (as well as Nasujuro Sei)!

Its massive forelimbs, covered in hard carapace, were crossed like two giant shields in front of it, while its round belly bulged.

Thick black smoke mixed with awakened ghostly blue flames surged forth, forming an indestructible protective barrier that forcefully blocked the massive shockwave that Sengoku unleashed with all his might, as dazzling as the sun!

"Boom!!"

The golden shockwave slammed into the bull demon's defenses, unleashing a deafening roar!

The black mist and golden light fiercely fought and annihilated each other, and the resulting shock wave pushed everything around them away!

.......

The battlefield is quiet...

Nasujuro's body was severed in half, but he still held his sword to block, the demon sword humming, and the skeletal horse remained unmoved!

Satan Saint withstood the impact head-on, black mist churning, the demon's body turning to mush!

The two Elders, with the strongest stance, forcefully intervened in the "death struggle" between the Navy's top combat forces at the most dangerous moment, and abruptly stopped it!

The scene froze completely at that moment.

Gern stood with his sword in hand, his domineering purple-black aura still lingering, his eyes coldly fixed on Nasujuro Sei blocking his path.

Sengoku maintained his stance as he unleashed the shockwave, golden Buddhist light gleaming as he glared angrily at Satan Saint, who stood in his way.

The two Elders, on the other hand, stood like two insurmountable guardians (or obstacles), firmly anchored in the center of the battlefield.

The turbulent energy and killing intent permeating the air were almost solidified.

Nasujuro Sei's eyes, hidden beneath his centaur-skull form, were icy cold, and the veins on the back of his hand, gripping the hilt of the first generation Kitetsu sword, were visibly prominent.

"Damn it..." The two men almost simultaneously cursed in their minds.

"Those two bastards... they definitely anticipated that we would intervene!"

“Gern’s ‘End’ slash was delivered without any restraint; it was clearly aimed at killing Sengoku!”

"If I hadn't struck quickly and at the right angle, even if I had managed to cleave it, the aftershock would have been enough to severely injure an ordinary general!"

"The same goes for the Warring States period! It's incredibly powerful, and there's absolutely no sign of it stopping!"

If it weren't for Satan's incredibly strong defenses, with any other defenses, he and the area behind him would probably have been blasted to smithereens!

The two looked at each other...

"Damn it!! They must know we wouldn't stand idly by and watch those two fight to the death in the core area of ​​the Land of the Gods! They know we'd definitely intervene and stop them!"

"So... those two bastards didn't hold back at all just now!"

They're truly fighting with the intention of taking the opportunity to deliver a crushing blow to the other side, or even using us to weaken each other!

Thinking of this, Saint Satan and Saint Nasshou felt a tightness in their chests, unable to spit it out or swallow it down, making them extremely uncomfortable.

They are immortal and can recover quickly from injuries, but they still feel pain when hit, and the physical strength and energy consumed when hit by powerful attacks are real!

More importantly, they are the Five Elders, the world's highest authority.

He was actually used as a tool and a human shield to scheme against each other by his two (at least ostensibly) top naval combatants?!

Chapter 339 He's already an 'Emperor'!

Looking at the murderous gazes of Saint Satan and Saint Nasshoulang, and their newly healed bodies...

The complex expressions of "shock," "regret," and "disbelief" instantly flashed across Sengoku's face, showcasing his superb acting skills.

Immediately afterwards, the dazzling golden light around him quickly subsided, the enormous Buddha form dissipated, and he returned to normal.

The once crisp marshal's overcoat was already torn during the previous "fierce battle," and now it was just casually draped over his shoulders, revealing his strong upper body, which added to his disheveled and "sincere" appearance.

Sengoku quickly stepped forward, his face showing just the right amount of anxiety and self-reproach. He bowed slightly to the two elders and said in a heavy tone, "My lords!"

This…this is all my fault! I actually…I actually forced the two lords to personally intervene, using their bodies to stop the internal conflict among their subordinates!”

"As the Admiral of the Navy, I cannot shirk my responsibility for what happened!"

Having said that, he abruptly turned his head, his face instantly turning frosty, and he sternly rebuked Gern, his voice filled with "heartache" and "anger."

"Gern! Look what you've done! What were you trying to do?!"

"Do you really intend to kill me, the Fleet Admiral?! Why are you so ruthless?!"

Gern watched Sengoku's Oscar-worthy performance and was speechless.

"Damn it, you're making it sound like you went easy on me just now. Do you think I didn't see that the Satan Holy City was almost completely filled with golden light?!"

However, Gern maintained his arrogant and still-angry expression.

He then met Sengoku's gaze without flinching, responding in a cold, hard voice, even cleverly using two naval legends as shields.

"A battle is a battle! No matter who the enemy is, I will go all out and leave no room for retreat!"

This is the fighting principle that Teacher Zephyr taught me, and it is also the naval justice that Vice Admiral Garp exemplified through his actions!

"Am I just supposed to sit idly by and wait to die when faced with a boss who's 'lost his mind'?!"

These words directly transformed the nature of "insubordination" into "upholding the fighting spirit of the navy" and "helpless self-defense".

Seeing the two of them singing and acting in unison, trying to keep up the act, Izambaron V. Nassshuro finally turned completely furious.

He didn't even bother maintaining his human-beast form anymore, reverting directly to his usual short and thin state, but the chill in his eyes was even greater than before.

He coldly interrupted their "argument" with a flat, emotionless voice.

"The Warring States Period".

Just two words brought the Warring States period's "performance" to an abrupt end.

Nasujiro stared at him and spoke slowly, each word like an ice bead falling to the ground.

I'm serious.

"This farce has come to an end."

"May I?"

Faced with Nasujiro Seina's undisguised coldness and warning, Sengoku knew that the time had come, and that continuing the act would be counterproductive.

The "anger" on his face vanished instantly, replaced by absolute "obedience" and "solemnity".

He straightened his body, nodded without hesitation, and said in a clear and powerful voice: "Of course! The Navy will absolutely obey the World Government's orders!"

Please rest assured, Lord Nassshuro, I will immediately issue a severe punishment for General Gern upon my return!

We will definitely give the world government a satisfactory explanation!

Upon hearing the word "disciplinary action," Nasujiro Sei's lips twitched almost imperceptibly, and his eyelids seemed to twitch as well.

He looked at Sengoku, who had an "upright and dignified" and "business-like" expression, and then glanced at Gern, who still had a cold face and seemed completely unconcerned about the "punishment."

A deep sense of powerlessness and suffocation welled up in my heart again.

"Discipline?" Nasujiro Sei was practically roaring inside. "What good is discipline?!"

This bastard killed a Celestial Dragon, wreaked havoc in the Holy Land, and beat up the Five Elders. Is this something a mere punishment can solve?!

But he knew that the most important thing right now was to calm the situation and minimize the damage and impact.

So he suppressed the urge to chop both of them up, and squeezed out a single word through gritted teeth.

"……it is good."

.........

Gern sheathed his black sword, Hachiro, and exchanged a knowing glance with Sengoku.

Sengoku helped up Ginny, who was still in shock but trying to remain calm. The three of them ignored the mess behind them and headed straight for the outer perimeter of the holy site.

Satan Saint, leaning on his wooden cane, watched their departing figures, especially Ginny who was taken away, a hint of resentment flashing in his eyes at the loss of this precious experimental subject.

Then he spoke in a somber tone, his voice carrying its usual coldness and obsession: "Saint Nasshoulang, the bloodline of the Bakania race is destined to be slaves; this is an unchangeable rule."

Bartholomew Big Bear... he's now joined G-10, this..."

Before he could finish speaking, Nasujuro Sei beside him let out a sigh filled with weariness and helplessness, uttering a remark that sounded more like a self-consolation.

"The Navy is essentially a slave to the World Government."

Bartholomew the Great Bear was simply moved from one cage to another, an even bigger one.

The essence has not changed.

Upon hearing this argument, Saint Satan snorted coldly, clearly not entirely agreeing.

But he was more concerned with another issue, and his tone became sharp: "That guy, Reginald Sigmar, absolutely cannot..."

"Can't what?" Nassuro Saint abruptly turned his head, his sharp eyes fixed on Satan Saint, interrupting him with a rare hint of sternness in his voice.

"Kill him? Suppress him? Do we even have the power to touch him now?!"

He pointed in the direction where Gern and the others had left, his voice low but powerful: "Can't you see? He's already gained momentum!"