I reached the top of Pirates

Chapter 249-248 The Battle of Marineford?

Chapter 249, Chapter 248: The Battle of Marineford?

"That should be enough, right?"

He floated in spirit form beside Mercer, looking at the thousands of meteorite giants, each hundreds of meters in diameter, stretching for thousands of meters behind him.

One thousand, two hundred and twenty-six handles.

Starry sky! Meteorite sword!

Damocles!
Floating beside Mercer, Perona looked at her blankly, "Are you going to destroy the World Government?"

Mercer rubbed his forehead, feeling quite exhausted. The water and earth essences from the "small world" began to merge into his body to replenish his energy.

The body is moisturized.

"It's just a temporary fix. These things look powerful, but they're only good for clearing out some weaklings. If they fire all at once, they're lucky if they can seriously injure one or two generals."

Perona was clearly skeptical, asking with some doubt, "Really?"

Mercer said calmly, "Then tell me, could these meteorites kill you in your spirit form?"

Perona blinked. "Probably not. Ordinary attacks without a certain amount of Haki can't catch me."

At this point, she suddenly covered her mouth and laughed: "Hahaha, so if that's the case, then I'm even more powerful than a general, right?"

Mercer said speechlessly, "Oh right, you're amazing, you're amazing. How about you take the damage in front and I throw stones from behind?"

"Huh?" Perona's lips twitched as she looked at Mercer, whose lips were puffed out and eyes were wide:

"You bastard, all you do is bully me, I'm not talking to you anymore."

After saying that, she twisted her body, turned her back to Moses, and said in a way that said, "If you don't coax me, I won't talk to you anymore."

However, he turned his head to steal a glance at Messer.

Moses looked at the outer space of the planet in front of him.

The number of meteorites in sight has decreased considerably.

However, it can be sensed that many meteorites are still being pulled by the planet from the far distance.

"Humph!"

After waiting a few seconds, he saw that Moses still ignored him.

Her pretty face huffed and snorted again.

Peipei, her chubby cheeks puffed out, exclaimed, "Hey!"

Seeing that Mercer still ignored her, Perona flew in front of Mercer and blocked his face, her eyes filled with growing dissatisfaction.

"Hey~"

Her voice was clear and crisp, with a unique, youthful, and adorable accent.

Mercer sat cross-legged in space, his body enveloped in a gray mist.

He was looking her over, a pink-haired gothic girl with twin ponytails.

She has a petite and delicate figure with a small, adorable face.

Her chest had a beautiful, delicate shape, and her mouth was bulging as she stared at herself.

Mercer laughed and said, "Didn't you say you were going to ignore me?"

Peipei, her face dark with displeasure, said:

"It was me who said it a second ago, not me who said it this second. Can't you comfort me?"

Mercer reached out and pinched her cheek, his left hand crackling with gentle red arcs of electricity, a strange, spiritual sensation he could feel.

Perona looked at Mercer's face and inexplicably became angry. She slapped Mercer's hand away with a red arc of electricity crackling in her left hand.

She turned her face away and muttered, "Bastard, idiot, pervert."

Mercer shook his head and reached out to grab her body.

Perona's body shuddered suddenly; the contact between Conqueror's Haki and spirits is extremely sensitive.

When she came to her senses, she found herself being held in his arms, with the duck sitting on Moses's lap, and her face flushed red.

"You, you, you, what do you want to do?"

Looking at her evasive eyes, her rosy cheeks, and her attitude of letting him do as he pleased without resisting despite regaining her physical body.

"The purpose of these meteorite swords is to warn them not to mess with me, otherwise I can throw meteorites at their Pangu City from time to time."

They are a large and powerful family. Once they realize they can't kill me, they will understand the stakes and stop provoking me easily from then on.

Unless they are absolutely certain they can kill me, or until they have a means of retaliation, they will only regard me as someone not to be trifled with.

Pepe blinked at Mercer, her eyes sparkling: "So that's what you think. Will they accept your threat?"

Mercer chuckled and said, "Guess?"

Peipei pouted slightly.

He lowered his head and bit those lips, savoring the contact between flesh and flesh.

Peipei's eyes widened suddenly, somewhat bewildered, as she was ambushed.

We didn't go into too much depth; we just scratched the surface. There's still a long way to go, because we have more important things to do next.

Seeing that Mercer had released her, Pepe swallowed hard and licked her lips, but her face turned red the next second.

Moses chuckled and said, "What?"

"Hmph! I want you to take care of it."

Then it shrank into a spirit form and sat on top of Moses's head, holding onto his hair to stay upright.

"It's been almost two days, aren't you going downstairs yet?"

She scolded him in a spoiled, coquettish voice.

Mercer reached out and grabbed her, holding her in his palm as the gray mist swallowed her and merged with him.

Her face was still her own, but there were strands of pink hair in her black hair.

"Mercy, you big idiot, has a great body, much better than the handsome guys in those magazines I see. No wonder he's mine."

"But they're too fickle, I can't have them all to myself, damn it, they're always trying to steal them from me."

"Sigh! None of them are easy to deal with, Peipei is having a tough time."

Doesn't she know that she can hear her thoughts in this state of fusion?

"Hmph! This bastard should be able to hear what I'm thinking. He's a complete jerk, I'll curse him to death, you shameless scoundrel. You already have me, yet you still want so many other vixens."

"I'm so angry!"

Hearing her deliberately cursing at herself in her mind, Mercer couldn't help but feel both amused and exasperated.

Spiritualization.

Following behind were thousands of meteorite swords, which transformed into streaks of light and flew towards the interior of the planet.

The intent to slash was wrapped around the meteorite sword, cutting through the air, so it did not burst into flames.

The ultra-wide range of Observation Haki senses location and constantly adjusts direction.

Upon reaching an altitude of ten thousand meters within the planet, a continuous red earth continent appeared below, and gray mist spread across Mercer's body. Dozens of ice giants flew out and joined the meteorite sword swarm.

The sword tip is pointing downwards.

Sensing the Celestial Dragons' dwellings located far away above the Red Line, there were many extraordinary auras emanating from there.

A fleeting thought vanished in an instant.

Moses's gaze turned deep and unfathomable.

If we were to throw those "Swords of Damocles," imbued with the intent to cut, down there now...

A saturation attack that sweeps across the entire area.

"Those below the general are all ants; of the creatures that survive, only one in ten remains."

However, if that were done, those six known old fogies would probably go crazy and mobilize all their forces to attack him.

Even if the World Government is greatly weakened.

But perhaps the most dangerous are the unrestrained, ferocious beasts.

Mercer suppressed the thought that, at present, it would only result in the fish being severely injured and the net being completely destroyed.

Not only will there be no profit, but the days ahead will also be very difficult.

He surveyed the western sea and the bustling port beneath the red earth of Mary Geoise.

I sensed that there was hardly any sign of life there anymore.

A ship can be sensed sailing towards the port in the distance.

The presence of Kuzan, Kake, Shamrock, Junko, and Guernica can be felt there.

"Looks like my timing was pretty accurate!"

The meteorite sword, flying 10,000 meters in the air, followed Mercer, and soon its figure flew down from the sky onto the deck.

despair!
Light footsteps fell.

Leaning against the wooden exterior wall of the cabin, Kuzan watched Moses arrive with a complex expression.

"You came!"

Moses said calmly:
"Ah! Here it comes."

"The stage is already set up, so how could I, the main character, be absent?"

“You don’t have to come. I can sense the familiar aura there. With me in tow, there are no fewer than ten top-tier combatants.”

"This is an armed force capable of destroying any power at sea."

"The last one to attack our base single-handedly was Shiki, but even Garp and Fleet Admiral Sengoku managed to defeat him. You may be stronger."

He didn't say what he was going to say, but the meaning was very clear.

Moses smiled and said, "Call it arrogance or nonsense, I have to come here today."

Kuzan closed his mouth, his eyes slightly narrowed, and as they approached the port, he spoke indifferently:
"I am now a naval admiral, and I have my own duties. If war breaks out, I will not show you any mercy."

Moses also spoke indifferently:

"Then try it and see. If you dare to do it for real, I'll break your legs."

Kuzan's expression faltered instantly, and the emotions he had been building up vanished in an instant, leaving him trembling with anger.

A chill rose from the surface of his body.

Moses said calmly, "Alright, act convincingly later. If you can't make it in the Navy, I'll save you a place on my side."

Kuzan stared at Moses with a dark expression:

"I'd never be a pirate. If I were, I'd be a dog."

Mercer looked at him with pity. Poor little Qing, there's no place for you in the Navy.

As they were talking, the ship approached the harbor.

Four people emerged from the cabin: Shamrock and Junko, their bodies wrapped in bandages, and Guernica and Kaji, who looked tense.

She sensed the murderous intent in his eyes.

Next second,
Mercer suddenly appeared beside him, grabbed the back of his head, and snapped! A shockwave and a loud bang rang out.

Boom!

The entire deck shattered instantly.

Kuzan's eyes narrowed.

Junzi and Guernica's expressions changed drastically. Just as they were about to step forward, the surrounding air suddenly materialized and collapsed towards Mercer. The powerful suction force forced the two to retreat, but in an instant, the air burst open again.

Boom!
The force of the explosion sent them flying instantly.

Crack! Crack! Crack! The entire ship was torn to pieces.

One by one, the agents screamed and flew backward.

Kuzan also fell into the sea, but the sea beneath him froze into ice the instant he hit the water.

The battleground began to be set up. Ghostly dolls, wreathed in red arcs of electricity, pierced through the heads of the people in their hands.

"I want to be an insect. Living is so tiring. If there's an afterlife, I want to be a stray dog."

Floating in mid-air, holding Shamrock's head in his right hand, his face was filled with unparalleled negativity.

The overpowering arc of electricity, imbued with negative and pessimistic emotional fluctuations, continued to bombard his consciousness.

The force of levitation dominated the surrounding shattered shipwrecks.

They converged and compressed into a hundred-meter-long sword made of wood and steel, which floated beneath their feet.

Mercer looked at the nine figures that appeared in the port not far away; these people were standing casually.

Three Great Generals. Warring States Period. Five Elders.

There are some lieutenant generals and CP agents.

There was also a man in his sixties or seventies wearing a red suit with a collar, carrying a knife and a cape.

At this moment, they all looked at Moses with cold eyes, as if they were looking at a dead man.

Mercer's gaze fell on the figure with graying temples and crescent-shaped red hair.

He shares a 70% resemblance with Shamrock.

He tilted his head and a smile played on his lips.
"Garin?"

At that moment, Kizaru raised his finger and gathered a dazzling golden light, and with a whoosh, a laser beam as thick as a thumb shot towards Mather's head.

Mercer tilted his head slightly as the laser passed by his side, and a burning sensation appeared on his face.

Mercer glanced at him indifferently, and the next instant, the ice surface bulged and shattered, and a three-foot-long ice sword flew over, piercing through Shamlock's abdomen with a soft thud.

Tick-tock! Tick-tock! Tick-tock!
Blood flowed out.

Garin's face darkened, his brows furrowing: "Who gave you permission to make a move? Didn't you see there were hostages?"

Borsalino, his expression unchanged, slowly said:
“As an admiral, I have a duty to uphold the dignity of the Celestial Dragons. That brat actually didn’t address you as Saint Korin, which is simply outrageous. That’s why I gave him a small warning. However, I didn’t expect the thug to be so vicious. It was my fault, and I am willing to accept any punishment.”

Upon hearing his words, Garin's eyes twitched, and he glared fiercely at Borsalino, who was now looking completely sincere.

After glaring at the man, Garin gritted his teeth and looked at Shamrock, whose condition was clearly off, then glanced at Mercer, who was suppressing his anger:

"What on earth do you mean?"

Mercer grinned, and with a thought, an ice sword fell from the sky.

Mercer shook his head: "It was supposed to be a deal, but Junzi ran away, so we'll have to use Shamrock."

Looking at Junko, Guernica, and the agents who had been protected by Kuzan and Gaki and had run behind Sengoku and the others, Moses curled his lip and looked at him:
"Did you bring what I wanted?"

Garin's eye twitched, and in front of everyone, he took a treasure chest from the hand of the person next to him with an unhappy expression.

Inside, there was a Devil Fruit.

At this moment, the people around him began to look at him strangely, especially those from the navy's camp.

There was a moment of silence.

A few seconds later, a whooshing sound rang out in the sky. Everyone looked up and saw a giant sword, hundreds of meters long and gleaming with a chilling sharpness, hurtling towards Borsalino's head.

The group of bigwigs watched indifferently, while Moses smiled lightly and looked at Borsalino:
"Here's a great sword for you. Do you like it?"

"How scary."

Borsalino's mouth twisted into a crooked shape, and his sunglasses-wearing eyes looked up at him:

"Young people these days really have a short temper."

As he spoke, his body emitted a dazzling golden light, and with a buzzing sound, a beam of light, about one meter long, shot into the sky.

In the blink of an eye! It expanded to a diameter of tens of meters.

Rumble!
A huge spherical flame appeared in the sky.

It's just a small matter.

None of the dozen or so bigwigs present cared about such a trivial matter, and Borsalino's golden light subsided.

A slight smile curved the corners of Moses's lips:
"How terrifying! The great sword I painstakingly created was destroyed so easily. He truly lives up to his reputation as the fastest man on the high seas."

Everyone present twitched at the corner of their eye; both of them were quite skilled in Yin-Yang techniques.

Moses blinked, looked at an old woman in the direction of the navy, and waved his left hand:
"Hey there! Ladies over there, could you please introduce me to the important people here? I'd like to know who these people are who's going to kill me later."

Tsuru's eyes twitched as she looked at this little brat from the Garp family. How could he be so troublesome? She wanted to ignore him, but, as if possessed, she blurted out:

"Put down the hostages you're holding and surrender obediently, and you might just save your life."

Mercer looked somewhat disappointed; this woman was uninteresting and rather old-fashioned.

Looking at everyone present, Moses chuckled:

"Let me introduce myself before we fight, it's basic etiquette. My name is Portcus D. Mercer, I'm eighteen years old, and I live in... well, that's not important."

As he spoke, his gaze fixed on Kuzan:

"Hey buddy, what's your name?"

Kuzan's eye twitched, and he didn't want to speak. The next second, Messer manipulated the ice sword in Shamrock's abdomen to pull it out, wrapping it with a cutting intent. *Thud!* It pierced through his calf again.

His gaze was fixed intently on Kuzan.

His eyes twitched violently, and he said with a dark face, "General! Kuzan."

Mercer grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth; he was determined to be a little crazy.

Otherwise, it won't scare people.

"Hahahahaha!!!"

He grinned wildly, black and red arcs of electricity crackling around him, and a chilling aura surged in his left hand, conjuring an ice sword shaped like a frosty dewdrop, its tip pointing directly at Akainu:

"What about you, buddy?"

Akainu's face was cold, his eyes indifferent, but then, Korin's suppressed, hoarse voice came:

"Listen to him!"

Akainu's lips twitched, and his gloomy voice rang out:
"General, Sakazuki."

With the sword tip pointing directly at Sengoku, he said with a dark face, "Marshal, Sengoku."

He then pointed at Garin, gritting his teeth as he said:

"Commander-in-Chief of the Knights of God, Figaland Garin Saint."

They called out names one by one.

The five elders finished speaking with dark faces.

Moses then pointed to the crane.

He said helplessly, "Naval Chief of Staff, He."

The Navy and the government have really lost face this time, but thankfully there was no live broadcast or anything like that.

Moses then pointed his sword at Borsalino, "Where's this old man?"

Borsalino's lips curled into a smirk, and his eyes twitched as he said, "You brat, who are you calling 'old man'? I'm still very young, okay?"

Mercer swung his sword and stabbed Shamrock in the waist, a grin on his face:

"That's not an answer! You're being naughty!"

Borsalino thought to himself, "Damn it," and seeing the many people staring at him, he raised his hand and curled his lip.
"Alright, alright, I was wrong, okay? I am an admiral, I am Kizaru Borsa Lino!"

Moses chuckled and pointed to a beautiful vice admiral in the naval crowd:
"That guy is a bit ugly, and he talks in a weird way. I want to cleanse my eyes and ears. Miss, what's your name?"

Seeing Borsalino's resentful gaze, and also that of a powerful figure, Gion's lips twitched, and she forced herself to say:
"General candidate, Momousagi Gion."

Moses had a smile playing on his lips:
"A candidate for general, how scary."

He then looked at Borsalino and winked:

"If you were to die here, wouldn't this Momousagi sister naturally end up sitting on the throne of general?"

At this moment, Sengoku, his face dark with anger, shouted, "You brat, are you ever going to stop?"

Moses glanced at him and said calmly:
"What's it to you if I'm talking to Borsalino? Garin hasn't even said a word yet, what are you babbling about?"
"So what if you're a marshal? You only dare to insult me here. If you're so capable, go and insult those five shameless old men."

At this point, Moses grinned and looked in the direction of the Five Elders:
"Shameless old man, he just finished a deal with me and then sent Shamrock to cause me trouble."

They're even offering a bounty on me?
You're pretty good at backstabbing, aren't you? Did you ask Garin beforehand? Staring at me? Still staring?

"If you keep glaring at me, do you believe I'll kill Shamrock right now?"

Satan, one of the Five Elders, had a face as black as the bottom of a pot, glaring at Moses. Just then, Moses sensed a terrifying wave emanating from Satan's eyes.

The next instant, black and red arcs of electricity coiled around the ice sword and swung it out in the direction of the incoming shockwave.

Boom! A sound of air exploding rang out.

Just then, Garin's gloomy voice rang out: "Jaygorusia Satan, do you want to die?"

Satan glared at Garin. "Can't you see? He has no intention of trading the hostages at all!"

At that moment, Moses's chuckled, "You! Bullshit! Don't treat everyone like a faithless bastard like you."

Messer looked at Garin, the levitation power landed in his hand, controlling the Devil Fruit to float, but he still held it in his grasp.

"Let go. Once I get the fruit, I'll return your son to you."

Garin's expression was uncertain; he didn't care about the fruit, only about Shamrock.

Hear this.

I had no choice but to let go.

A gray mist spread from Moses's body as he collected the Devil Fruit, then looked at Satan and chuckled:
"On this vast ocean, a person without integrity cannot gain a foothold."

I'm not like you, trash!

With that, he swung his right arm and threw Shamrock toward Garin.

His eyes widened in disbelief; he had actually let him go.

The next moment, the figure appeared in mid-air and hugged Shamrock.

As soon as it landed, it sprinted backward.

only because.

"Attack! Kill him!"

Meteor volcano.

Yasakani no Magatama.

The impact of Buddha.

Fierce eyes.

A thorny spear.