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Chapter 223: Exchanging Two Naval Branches

A naval admiral has been captured!

The devastating news spread throughout the navy.

Already demoralized by the defeat at the hands of the Crimson Legion, some soldiers actually turned and fled upon hearing this news.

"I have a family, I can't die!"

"A massive fireball!"

Before the deserter could take two steps, Akainu, with a gloomy expression, punched him through the chest.

"On the battlefield, anyone who dares to demoralize the troops will die!"

Like a ruthless general, Akainu has always had zero tolerance for deserters.

The remaining Marines who had considered fleeing were intimidated by Akainu's ruthless methods and reluctantly continued to join the battle.

The fighting continued.

The sound of flintlock bullets breaking through the barrel, the clanging of knife handles, and the wails of the navy.

As long as the crimson energy at Whitebeard's core in his chest is not depleted when he activates his innate skill, the Whitebeard Pirates will suffer zero casualties.

"monster!"

"Someone, please save me!"

After some time, even with the ironclad rule that deserters must die, the navy still suffered a crushing defeat.

They were considered elite, well-trained marines who had hunted down countless pirates.

However, the pirate who cannot be killed instantly regenerates after his limbs are cut off, emitting a red glow.

This kind of pirate crew is like a demon crawling out of hell!

"Still too green, Sakazuki brat!"

The white-bearded man exerted force with both arms, sweeping the broad blade horizontally.

A fierce gust of wind arose, and the white sphere adhered to the blade, shattering the space it passed through.

"Hound of the Underworld!"

Akainu waved his arm,

Lava dripped down, melting the ice surface, and the entire lava arm pounced like a hunting dog, aiming straight for the white-bearded man's face.

"Protruding beak!"

Aokiji attacked simultaneously.

A bird, as exquisite as an ice sculpture, rippled through the air, sending waves of icy energy through it, before hurtling toward the white-bearded man.

Boom!

The collision between the blade and the ice and magma unleashed a massive shockwave.

The surrounding ice surface was shattered.

The ground shook violently, and some pirates and marines who were relatively close to the center were instantly thrown away by the shockwave.

Black smoke enveloped the center of the battlefield.

After a while, the smoke dissipated.

The white-bearded man gripped the Murakumo-giri tightly, remaining unmoved.

A crimson aura enveloped him, deflecting most of the attacks from the two Marine Admirals, which were then absorbed by the entire pirate crew.

the other side,

Aokiji dragged the now immobile Akainu to safety.

"Are you alright, Sakazuki?"

"Still alive..."

Akainu said with difficulty,

His left side was severely injured, his skin was completely shattered, exposing his muscles and bones, making him look like a vengeful ghost.

The most serious injury was to the left leg, which had been completely severed. The only temporary solution was to use lava to create a prosthetic leg, which was constantly emitting scorching black smoke.

"To defeat Whitebeard, you must first wipe out the Whitebeard Pirates."

"But if we don't kill Whitebeard, those pirates can keep resurrecting. It's an incredibly troublesome and bizarre ability!"

Aokiji shook his head helplessly.

The Crimson Troll's bizarre talents are too troublesome to find any weakness.

Perhaps only Garp and Smoker, who also possess the ability to play the game of reincarnation, could use their game abilities to fight against it.

"armistice!"

This state makes it impossible to continue fighting. Let alone rescuing Kizaru, Akainu will also die if the fight continues.

"A white beard in his prime was truly terrifying!"

"Aokiji, don't say things that encourage the arrogance of pirates. It has nothing to do with Whitebeard; it's all because the exchange in the Samsara Game is too powerful, otherwise..."

Sakassky hasn't gotten used to his prosthesis yet, and he walks with a limp.

Hearing Aokiji's words, his face turned extremely ugly, and he stubbornly retorted.

"Long live Daddy!"

The Whitebeard Pirates erupted in cheers.

The navy retreated in disarray, returning to their headquarters. Aokiji and Sakazuki needed to recover from their injuries and regain their strength.

After reporting the situation to Fleet Admiral Sengoku, Lieutenant General Tsuru sighed.

Ultimately, they boarded the Moby Dick in a posture of peaceful negotiation.

"Newgate, can Borsalino be returned?"

"You've gone to a pirate ship alone, aren't you afraid of being captured like that brat Kizaru, Tsuru?"

The white-bearded man looked at the newcomer with a cold gaze.

The momentum suddenly erupted, and the entire Moby Dick shook.

"In that case, you wouldn't be the Whitebeard, one of the Four Emperors who could compete with Roger for the One Piece. I believe you wouldn't do something like that."

Lieutenant General Crane remained calm and unaffected by the imposing aura.

Of all the Marine Headquarters, she was very powerful, but still not quite on par with Whitebeard. The fact that she dared to board the Moby Dick without any warning showed that she knew Whitebeard's personality.

"Woo-la-la-la..."

The white-bearded man withdrew his imposing manner and ceased his probing.

He was an old acquaintance of Tsuru and Garp, so he could speak frankly. He said, "Five hundred billion in ransom can take away that brat Kizaru."

"impossible!"

Vice Admiral Tsuru flatly refused, saying, "Even if we emptied the Navy Headquarters, we still couldn't come up with 50 billion in assets."

"Just sell the naval bases and islands."

"impossible!"

Vice Admiral Tsuru shook his head and said coldly, "Five hundred billion in assets is enough for the Reincarnation Game to train a new Navy Admiral. It's unfair!"

With assets worth 50 billion, at least five naval branches would be sold off. Each branch represents decades of accumulated assets used to build a military base. How could they possibly be sold off like that?

Marco chimed in, "This isn't just about fairness; that brat Kizaru is the face of the Marine Headquarters..."

The Navy's prestige relies on the support of its top admirals.

If Kizaru continues to stay on the Moby Dick, the Marine Headquarters will completely lose face.

"Ten billion in assets is the limit for the Navy Headquarters!"

"Assets of 35 billion, that's the lowest we can go!"

"..."

finally,

The Navy Headquarters spent 20 billion in assets to get back the captured Borsalino, but lost a naval base.

Both sides tacitly agreed not to continue fighting.

Although the Navy has a military advantage, it not only has to be wary of the Four Emperors of the Sea, but also has to fight against the leader of the Revolutionary Army, so it does not have an overall advantage.

In the center of Death Island,

A magnificent palace rose from the ground, while dark clouds swirled in the sky like dragons.

crunch...

The palace gates, shrouded in thick black fog, suddenly opened, and waves of deathly aura emanating from the underworld spread out.

In an instant, the entire island of death was engulfed by a thick black fog.

More powerful spirits than before surged out of the palace like a tide, until finally, a tall, thin figure stood at the palace gate.

A pair of cold eyes swept over the players who landed on the island, as if they were looking at corpses.

"Welcome to the Hall of Soul Reapers!"

After breaking free from his restraints, the Soul Reaper, though still bound by several chains, has become significantly stronger than before.

Even the strongest revolutionary leader among the players can be easily killed by him.

The light emanated an aura of fear.

That would be enough to deter those arrogant and ignorant people.

suddenly,

The Soul Reaper sensed something was amiss, and a hint of doubt crept into his cold gaze.

Those humans, as weak as ants, did not flinch in the slightest under the aura of fear they themselves released.

On the contrary,

There was a certain fanaticism and covetousness, as if they saw themselves as prey to be hunted.

What happened?

(End of this chapter)