I collect everything in the One Piece world.

"No...no explosion?"

"The shells... are gone?"

"Is it...is it a miracle?!"

"Saved? We're saved?!"

Incredulous murmurs rang out first, then transformed into euphoric relief, weeping, and even more chaotic shouts.

But soon, more questions and speculations arose in everyone's minds.

Is this Mayor Iceberg's 'secret weapon'?

"No! Look there! On top of the clock tower! There's someone!"

Someone with sharp eyes shouted and pointed to the top of the tallest clock tower in the city center.

In the hazy sunlight, a tall figure stands atop the clock tower, enveloped in a faint aura that seems to originate from the same source as the enormous phantom in the sky.

His short black hair fluttered in the sea breeze, and his dark eyes, like deep pools, calmly gazed up at the sky.

Mo Sen stared at the constantly flashing, semi-transparent "collection catalog" phantom in the sky, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead, clearly indicating that he had exhausted a lot of energy.

Despite this, his eyes were still surprisingly bright, even carrying a kind of unrestrained joy.

This was the first time he had fully activated his Devil Fruit power to collect such a large quantity of items, which did take a toll on him, but it was within his expectations.

He also indirectly confirmed that his "collection" ability is far from reaching its limit, and there is still a huge room for development in the function and potential of this fruit ability.

In just a moment, his understanding and application of the fruit's power seemed to have deepened, giving him not only exhaustion but also a strange sense of "exhilaration" rising from the bottom of his heart, as if he had touched upon some deeper essence of "collecting" the fruit.

“Continue…not enough…” Mo Sen muttered to himself, a smile of excitement curving his lips.

In the palm of his hand, the huge, semi-transparent "collection guide" phantom trembled slightly, and the speed at which it turned seemed to increase slightly, silently swallowing up yet another wave of the steel rainstorm.

"what?!"

"This is impossible?!"

"What on earth happened?!"

Meanwhile, gasps and incredulous shouts echoed across the decks and command rooms of the various warships.

The naval soldiers stared wide-eyed, dumbfounded, wondering if they were still half asleep or hallucinating.

The artillery spotter frantically adjusted his binoculars, but could find no trace of any more shells.

On the flagship, Spandam's maniacal laughter froze completely, as if someone had grabbed his neck and he couldn't make a sound.

None of the fire, thick smoke, screams, and building collapses he had envisioned happened.

Water Seven still lies quietly on the sea, appearing even somewhat serene in the delicate shimmer.

"It's him! It's Blackmosen! His Devil Fruit power!" Spandam realized what was happening and let out a piercing scream, his finger trembling as he pointed towards the center of Water Seven.

Although he was too far away to see exactly what was happening, he was absolutely certain that only the guy who could "collect" attacks could do something so incredible!

Damn it! It's already absurd enough to save other players' attacks in one-on-one battles, but now they can even save artillery fire covering the entire island?! Does that make sense?!

Vice Admiral Momonga's expression also became extremely solemn, even showing a hint of horror. He had never seen such a bizarre Devil Fruit ability before!

A defense that can cover the entire island? No, that's not right. It's not a defense, but rather it "devours" all attacks!

"Sir! All ships request permission to continue the bombardment?" The messenger's voice came from beside the flying squirrel, his voice trembling slightly.

"Keep going! Keep hitting him!" Before the flying squirrel could speak, Spandam jumped up and shouted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"I refuse to believe it! Is his ability limitless? Increase the firepower! Fire all the shells! Don't stop! Let's see how long he can hold out!"

"Fire! Fire!!"

The flying squirrel took a deep breath of the gunpowder-scented air, suppressing the turmoil in its heart.

No matter how strange the other party's abilities are, an order is an order.

"Attention all ships! Target unchanged, continue shelling! Adjust firing angles to expand coverage, fire in tiers, do not pause!"

"I want to see just how many volleys he can withstand!"

"Fire!!"

Boom! Boom boom boom!

Round after round of shelling rang out, even more frantic and intense than before!

At the officers' shouts, the gunners on each ship loaded and fired at top speed, as if they wanted to unleash all their astonishment and unease into the cannon fire.

The steel rain poured down again, even more fiercely than before!

However, the result remained the same.

That huge, semi-transparent phantom appeared and disappeared in the sky above Water City. No matter which direction the cannonballs came from, as soon as they entered the range, they vanished without a trace, as if they had disappeared into the sea.

There was no explosion, no impact, and not even a visible ripple on the phantom of the book pages.

Despite the devastating bombardment, the Seven Waters remained unscathed, with only the continuous roar of cannons echoing across the sea.

Chapter 151, An Incredible Counterattack, Severely Damaging the Fleet

"This...this is impossible!"

On the flagship's deck, Vice Admiral Flying Squirrel gripped the ship's railing tightly, his fingers turning white from the force.

His usually stoic and unwavering face could no longer conceal his shock and absurdity.

As an elite vice admiral of the Marine Headquarters, he had participated in the clashes between the New World and the Four Emperors, and had suppressed countless notorious pirates, but the scene before him still overturned his understanding of "power" and "battlefield".

Ten of the most elite warships from the main fleet, with more than half of their shells in reserve, had been unleashing enough firepower to wipe a medium-sized island off the map twice over, yet the water city remained standing unharmed on the sea, without even a wisp of smoke rising.

The semi-transparent barrier, which appeared and disappeared intermittently, seemed as fragile as a bubble, yet it effectively neutralized wave after wave of destructive artillery fire.

The infamous Buster Call, a symbol of the World Government's absolute military power, which strikes fear into the hearts of countless nations and pirates, appears utterly powerless and even laughable above Water Seven.

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash! Increase the firepower! Keep firing! Use up all the shells! I don't believe he can hold out forever!" Spandam's roar broke the deathly silence on the deck.

His face was contorted, his eyes fixed on the unscathed city in the distance, and he cursed incoherently, "Damn Blackmores! What the hell is that Devil Fruit?! A monster! Absolutely a monster!"

After cursing for a while, he suddenly turned to the flying squirrel and continued spitting as he spoke: "Flying squirrel! What are you waiting for! Get all the warships forward! Fire at close range! Use the biggest cannons! I don't believe we can't blast that damn thing apart! Give the order now!"

The flying squirrel suppressed the urge to throw the noisy idiot into the sea, his brow furrowed.

Sending valuable warships into closer range when the enemy's capabilities and range are completely unknown is too risky.

But given the current situation, continuing long-range artillery fire would clearly be a waste of ammunition, so he had to make a decision: continue the probing attack, or...

Just then, a trembling, terrified voice rang out beside him.

"No...something's wrong, sir!"

Kalifa's face was ashen, her lips trembling. Her usual calm and intellectual demeanor had vanished, replaced by a deep-seated fear.

Her gaze was fixed on the seemingly calm barrier above Water Seven, as if she saw something extremely terrifying brewing within it.

“We must leave immediately! Now! Right now!” She didn’t even care about etiquette and grabbed Spandam’s sleeve.

Spandam, already in a frenzy of rage and despair, was startled by Kalifa's grab and immediately flung her hand away in even greater anger: "Kalifa! What's wrong with you! The Buster Call isn't over yet! We're about to..."

"It's too late!" Kalifa interrupted him, her voice trembling. "Blackmoson can not only absorb attacks! He can also release the absorbed attacks!!"

"what?!"

This time, it was Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel who exclaimed in surprise. He turned his head sharply, his sharp gaze fixed on Kalifa's pale face, and a chilling coldness instantly shot up his spine to the top of his head.

A debuff that absorbs attacks?! There's even a Devil Fruit ability like that?!

As a vice admiral in the headquarters, he had to handle countless intelligence reports and eliminate a vast number of pirates.

Although Blackmosen caused quite a stir recently, his rise to power has been short-lived, and he has not launched any large-scale attacks on the Navy or World Government agencies. Therefore, detailed intelligence about him is not on the regular priority list of naval officers.

Therefore, all the flying squirrel knew was that the other party was a wanted criminal with considerable strength, who had a record of defeating a Shichibukai.

He was completely unaware of the specific abilities of his "Collection" fruit, especially its overpowered characteristic of "absorbing and releasing attacks"!

In fact, few in the entire naval system have a deep understanding of Mosen's abilities; only the CP agency can be considered to have had extensive dealings with Mosen and collected a lot of intelligence on him.

However, Alabasta's "Fox Hunt" squad was completely wiped out. In Water Seven, only Kalifa and two others remained of the CP9 squad, and they were unaware of any further detailed battle reports.

Spandam, the officer in charge, was only concerned with the results and probably hadn't even finished reading the report on the details he had gathered about Morsen's specific abilities.

Only Kalifa, with her meticulous mind and exceptional memory, clearly remembered the file mentioning that Morsen had "used an attack method that appeared to have been absorbed from others," and she also remembered the scene when Lucci and the others' Vivre Cards turned to ashes.

So when she saw the barrier that swallowed all the artillery fire suddenly appear, the suppressed fear returned instantly, and at the same time, she connected a terrible conjecture: that Mosen's collection of so much artillery fire was not just for defense!

"Damn it! Turn! All warships turn immediately! Disperse formation! Maximum speed! Prepare defenses!!!"

Vice Admiral Momonga's roar suddenly exploded above the flagship. He was a veteran who had been through many battles and instantly understood the meaning of Kalifa's warning and also realized the deadly crisis it contained!

His reaction was swift, and his orders were decisive. Although the naval officers and men were momentarily stunned by this unbelievable warning, their long-standing discipline made them subconsciously begin to carry out the orders.

The helmsmen frantically turned the rudder to full throttle, the engine room pushed the power to its limit, and the ships began to struggle to shift from a relatively stationary gunnery formation to a dispersed one.

However, despite this, their reaction was too late.

Just as the roar of the flying squirrel was still echoing across the sea, the translucent "page" phantom that had swallowed countless cannonballs above Water Seven suddenly lit up with an incomparably intense light!

hum!

A deep hum swept across the sea surface in an instant, centered on Water Seven.

The next moment, a nightmare they would never forget appeared.

The enormous phantom resembled an invisible giant bow that had been drawn to its limit and then suddenly released.

Countless densely packed shells, trailing orange-red flames and accompanied by familiar yet terrifying shrieks, burst forth like a rain of arrows, the number and density of which far exceeded any of their previous volleys!

"Cannon...cannonballs! It's our cannonballs!!" an observer shouted incredulously, but was quickly drowned out by the even more deafening whistling of cannonballs!

Boom! Boom boom boom boom boom!!!

It was like divine punishment descending.

The rain of destruction that was originally supposed to fall on Water Seven has now changed direction, pouring down on the ten steel behemoths on the sea surface with even more ferocity, density, and precision!

The flagship where the flying squirrel was located was the first to bear the brunt, with at least dozens of shells of different calibers covering all areas above the midships of the ship, including the conning tower and main gun turrets!

Many more landed on the nearby sea, like dumplings being dropped into boiling water, creating heavy waves.