One Piece: Starting with Sharingan, First Mate Uchiha

"Then before they arrive—"

"First, I'll get you off that throne."

As Shanks finished speaking, the Conqueror's Haki lightning on Griffin erupted with a deafening roar.

On the east side of the port, Whitebeard also gripped the Murakumogiri tightly.

The power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit was continuously compressed around the blade.

The black-bearded man stood between the two, and darkness rapidly spread beneath his feet.

The three maritime emperors clashed head-on.

boom--!

The clouds in the sky were torn into three pieces, and black and red lightning bolts crisscrossed and exploded above the Beehive Island.

Many ordinary pirates could not withstand this pressure, their eyes rolled back, and they collapsed to the ground in droves.

Even a captain with a bounty of over 100 million could only grit his teeth and desperately try to maintain consciousness.

Everyone thought that the three emperors were about to clash head-on.

Suddenly, the man with the black beard grinned.

"Thief, hahaha!"

"Who told you—"

"Are you going to fight both of you at the same time?"

He stomped heavily on the ground.

"Pizarro!"

Rumble—!

The entire Beehive Island was like a giant beast awakening from its slumber, emitting a deep roar.

The ground on both sides of the port rose rapidly, with rock walls hundreds of meters high rising from the ground.

The western bay where the Red Fosse is located is separated from the main port by a suddenly converging rock formation.

Several enormous stone pillars, resembling mountain peaks, also rose in the waters to the east of the Moby Dick.

Pizarro was unable to truly trap the two of the Four Emperors.

But what Blackbeard needed was never a complete blockade.

Simply separating the two fleets temporarily, preventing Whitebeard and Red-Haired Shanks from approaching the high ground simultaneously, would be sufficient.

Whitebeard raised his Murakumogiri sword, ready to smash the rock wall in front of him.

But just as the vibrations on the blade intensified, a chorus of terrified screams erupted from the ground.

"Don't attack!"

"There are still people down there!"

"Help!"

Pizarro had already dispersed and imprisoned the prisoners in various war zones below.

The rising rock walls are not independent structures, but are connected to the load-bearing pillars of the underground prison.

If Whitebeard were to use the Tremor-Tremor Fruit to forcibly shatter the earth's strata, the area where the hostages are located would be the first to collapse.

Shanks also noticed something was wrong.

The man with the black beard stood at a distance, his laughter growing increasingly arrogant.

"The greater the power, the less willing one is to use it!"

"That's the difference between you and me!"

He spread his one arm, and darkness surged behind him.

"I don't care how many people die down there!"

"But you care!"

"And the more they die, the stronger I'll become!"

The white-bearded man's face was icy, yet he had no choice but to suppress the power of the vibration.

The force that was originally enough to overturn the entire port ultimately only stayed near the edge of the Murakumogiri blade.

Shanks did not rashly cut open the bay.

What Blackbeard exploited was their weakness in being unable to arbitrarily sacrifice innocent people.

"Let's do it!"

Blackbeard raised his arm high.

The officials from both sides immediately clashed.

Barshas charged towards the east side of the port first, his right fist unleashing a violent shockwave.

Jozu met the attack head-on, his diamond-like shoulder colliding with the powerful fist, the impact instantly shattering the surrounding buildings.

Shiryu concealed himself and circled around the chaotic battlefield toward Ace.

The cold glint of the blade had barely appeared when Vista's twin swords were already crossed in front of him.

On the other side, the Homies walls opened their massive, tooth-filled maws and pressed down on the Whitebeard Pirates.

Numerous artillery emplacements rotated on their own, their muzzles simultaneously locking onto the newly landed team members.

Blackbeard deliberately stood in a position where Ace could see him.

"Captain Ace!"

He raised his palm, and the gravitational pull of the Dark-Dark Fruit was instantly released.

"Haven't you always wanted to kill me with your own hands?"

Come on!

Flames rose beneath Ace's feet, and his body instinctively moved forward half a step.

But the next moment, he stopped.

Dozens of Whitebeard Pirates members were trapped between two Homie walls.

As long as Ace chases Blackbeard, the rest of the team will be completely swallowed up by the rock wall.

Ace gritted his teeth and suddenly turned around.

"Fire Fist!"

A massive fist of fire slammed into the city wall, blasting one of the Homies open from the front.

The trapped team members seized the opportunity to break through the crevice and quickly moved towards the area where Marco was located.

"No one, do not pursue them!"

"Let's meet up first!"

Ace stood amidst the flames and shouted his orders.

The black-bearded man's smile faded slightly.

The Ace who once chased after himself solely out of anger is no longer so easily provoked.

He learned to prioritize protecting his friends over hatred.

Whitebeard saw this but did not offer any praise.

But those cold eyes softened noticeably for a moment.

The fighting at the port continued to escalate.

Ordinary pirates, Blackbeard's crew members, and desperate outlaws caught in the crossfire fell one after another.

Blood flowed along the cracked streets, and corpses soon filled the burning port.

Blackbeard looked at the corpses without a trace of regret in his eyes.

The power of the Soul-Soul Fruit rose from behind him.

"All of you, stand up!"

One soul after another was forcibly extracted from the bodies of the dead.

Those souls still retained the fear they felt before death, screaming and trying to escape, but were completely enveloped by the black soul fire.

The soul was thrown into the burning fortress.

Throw in broken swords.

They threw themselves into the collapsed house.

They also threw in the bodies that had just lost their lives.

"Become a soldier of the Black Emperor!"

Eerie laughter echoed throughout the port.

The destroyed Homie turret reopened its eyes, its shattered weapons hovering in the air, and flew towards the Whitebeard Pirates.

Those corpses that had just fallen also stood up again, dragging their broken bodies.

Black soul fire burned in their eyes, and they let out chaotic growls as they turned and pounced on those who had once fought alongside them.

Western theater of operations.

Shanks's gaze turned utterly cold as he looked at the corpses that had risen again.

"That's his real purpose in establishing a pirate nation."

Beckman destroyed a Homitz battery and quickly figured out Blackbeard's plan.

The more people gather on Beehive Island, the larger the scale of the war and the more people die.

For other factions, casualties mean a reduction in combat power.

But for Blackbeard, who possesses the Soul-Soul Fruit, death is a new resource.

Those who responded to Blackbeard's call and came to Beehive Island to support the so-called pirate nation were, from the very beginning, his prepared soul reserves.

While they were alive, they cheered for Blackbeard, fought for him, and built the nation.

Even after death, they would still become the emperor's slaves.

The people of the so-called Black Emperor cannot even obtain freedom in death.

A large number of Homies surrounded the Red Fosse from both sides, and the cannons on the rock walls kept firing.

Pizarro manipulated the seabed to raise more stone pillars in an attempt to block the ships' escape route.

Blackbeard clearly wasn't going to let the Red-Haired Pirates remain on the edge of the battlefield any longer.

Beckman pulled the trigger repeatedly, and the bullets precisely shattered the core of several turrets.

Yasopp stood atop the mast, and with each shot fired, a Homitz ship lost consciousness.

Raki Lutz led his crew to hold the landing point, ramming away all the dead who approached the Red Fosse.

Shanks originally only wanted to stop Blackbeard from taking the Tremor-Tremor Fruit and to compete for the last stone tablet.

But now, Blackbeard has taken the initiative to wage war against the Red-Haired Pirates.

He could no longer remain a bystander.

"Beckman".

"The boat is yours."

Shanks gripped Griffin's hand tightly, his gaze fixed on the enormous face on the distant mountainside.

"I'm going to deal with the people controlling the island."

He took a step forward.

Griffin slashed across.

A slash wreathed in a domineering blue light skimmed across the ground.

Along the way, the homies and stone walls were neatly cut apart, and Pizarro's huge eye on the rock wall was also struck head-on.

"ah--!"

Pizarro's screams echoed throughout the island.

A huge wound appeared on the mountainside, and a large amount of debris fell toward the port.

Eastern war zone.

The white-bearded man approached the black-bearded man again.

Instead of using a wide-ranging shockwave capable of overturning an island, he concentrated his power on the edge of the Murakumo-giri blade.

Each swing of the sword destroyed only the dark tentacles and undead soldiers in front of him.

Blackbeard had precisely identified this point.

He doesn't need to defeat Whitebeard immediately.

All you need to do is let this no-longer-young man keep swinging his sword, constantly depleting his domineering aura, while also enduring the backlash from his old injuries and illnesses.

When the white-bearded man's body reaches its limit.

Blackbeard would then personally take away the Tremor-Tremor Fruit.

"Dad!"

Blackbeard dodged Murakumogiri's slash, and the Dark-Dark Fruit transformed into several tentacles, wrapping around Whitebeard's feet from the ground.

"How much longer can you protect them?"

Whitebeard was slashed down with a single stroke.

The vibrations on the blade erupted precisely, shattering all the dark tentacles from the center.

"I'll protect you until I kill you."

The black-bearded man's eyes grew increasingly gloomy.

He suddenly raised his arm and made a gesture towards the platform.

Lafitte immediately understood the order.

At the highest point of the island, several underground gates hidden behind a high platform slowly rose up.

Rumbling--

A chilling aura continuously emanated from the dark passage.

Inside the passageway, rows of pre-prepared coffins and huge culture containers were placed.

These are not ordinary pirates who just died on Beehive Island.

Instead, it was the corpses of powerful individuals that the Blackbeard Pirates had secretly collected over the years.

A former naval officer.

An underworld assassin.

The pirate captain who was defeated by Blackbeard.

There were also powerful warriors brought back from the battlefields of all nations.

Blackbeard infused the corpses with his long-accumulated souls.

One black flame after another ignited.

Those who had long since died slowly opened their eyes and stiffly stepped out of their coffins.

They cannot regain all their strength from when they were alive, but they still retain their physical strength, weapons, and some combat instincts.

A true legion of the dead began to emerge from below the high platform.

Just as Ace shattered the Homie corpse in front of him, the firelight illuminated the figures at the forefront of the Legion of the Dead.

It was a man wielding a huge cleaver.

He was wearing the tattered cloak of the Whitebeard Pirates captain, and a long-dried, fatal wound remained on his chest.

The man lowered his head.

Stiff steps.

Black soulfire continuously overflowed from his eye sockets.

Ace did not recognize the other person at first.

Until the corpse slowly raised its face.

The flames on Ace's body suddenly stopped.

Marco, Vista, and all the Whitebeard Pirates members nearby were also frozen in place.

That face.

They will never forget.

Whitebeard gripped Murakumokiri's hand, tightening his grip little by little.

The veins on his large, thick hands bulged, and the ground beneath his feet cracked from the uncontrolled tremors.

The black-bearded man stood behind the legion of the dead, his face revealing undisguised malice.

"Thief, hahaha!"

Let me introduce you.

"The first captain of the Black Emperor's Legion of the Dead."

He raised his hand and pointed to the corpse that had been dead for many years.

"Long time no see."

"Captain Sachi."

The deceased Sachi slowly raised the huge cleaver in his hand.

The blade was pointed at Ace.

Black soul fire burned fiercely in his eye sockets, and his lips slowly parted under the manipulation of his soul power.

"enemy……"

"kill……"

Ace stood still.

Anger, grief, and disbelief were all on his face at the same time.

"Teach..."

His voice was so low it was almost inaudible.

But the man with the black beard laughed even louder.

"Captain Ace!"

"Haven't you always wanted to avenge Sachi?"

He's right in front of you now!

The black-bearded man spread his single arm, as if he were enjoying the most perfect performance.

Come on!

"Kill him again with my own hands!"

"Ah! I'm going to kill you!"

boom--!

The flames on Ace's body went completely out of control.

A crimson pillar of fire shot into the sky, dyeing the clouds above fiery red.

The white-bearded man slowly raised his head.

For the first time, an undisguised murderous intent appeared on that perpetually cold face.

"Teach—!"