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"Hard right rudder! Dodge at maximum speed! Full anti-aircraft fire!!" The flying squirrel's eyes were bloodshot, and its high-pitched shout sounded so weak amidst the roar of the explosion.

He pulled Spandam, who was still stunned and immersed in fear and confusion, behind the relatively sturdy bridge structure, so that if the guy got crushed to death, he wouldn't have a good excuse.

Boom boom boom boom!!!

The deafening explosions were almost continuous, orange-red fireballs rose up everywhere on the flagship, and steel was torn and twisted, emitting a tooth-grinding groan.

One of the main guns was hit directly, and the turret was blown into the air by the violent explosion before crashing heavily onto the deck, causing a secondary explosion and screams of agony.

The mast broke off and fell burning, thick smoke and flames instantly engulfing half of the ship.

"Help!"

"my leg!"

"Abandon ship! Prepare to abandon ship..."

Screams, wails, commands, explosions, the crackling of flames, and the roar of seawater rushing in mingled together, instantly turning the flagship into a living hell.

Almost simultaneously, the flagships of Vice Admiral Onigumo, Vice Admiral Doberman, Vice Admiral Firemountain, and Vice Admiral Stolberg, as well as their respective escort ships, were all met with a fierce "return" of the cannon fire that "they" had just fired!

On the sea, the once neat and imposing fleet formation was no longer intact. Several warships that were so badly damaged that they could not be saved had begun to sink. The naval soldiers and officers on board jumped into the water, dodging the shells coming from the sky, and swimming toward the other warships that were still standing.

The explosion's flames illuminated half the sky and the faces of every naval soldier, a face etched with horror and despair.

They had used these artillery pieces to destroy countless enemies and targets, but they never imagined that one day these artillery pieces would return to them in such a bizarre and violent way, doubly so.

The fleet carrying out the Buster Call is now teetering on the brink of destruction, bathed in a rain of steel fire launched by the very people they themselves have fired, while the city that should have been destroyed remains unscathed under Morsen's protection.

At the top of the clock tower in Water Seven, Mosen slowly lowered his outstretched hand. The semi-transparent light curtain that enveloped the city gradually faded, but did not completely disappear, as if it was brewing the next counterattack.

His face was paler than before, but his black eyes were brighter than ever before.

Using their own methods against them is just the beginning. After clearing out the large number of weaklings, he will have to properly welcome those so-called high-end combat forces.

Meanwhile, on the naval flagship, Vice Admiral Momonga's figure appeared and disappeared amidst the billowing smoke and flames, his jet-black Armament Haki coiling around the long sword in his hand, solid and unyielding.

His hands, which were holding the knife, were trembling slightly because he had already slashed and destroyed many cannonballs in succession, and the continuous recoil had made his arms slightly numb.

Although he was covered in soot, and even the hem of his justice cloak had several holes burned in it by sparks, his posture remained as straight as a javelin, his eyes filled with anger and determination.

"Messenger! Has communication been restored?!" Momonga asked the surviving naval soldier beside him in a hoarse voice.

"Report, report, General! The main antenna is damaged, and the backup line is being restored! However, the short-range signal between the flagship and the other ships has not been completely interrupted!" A communications soldier with a face covered in soot shouted in response, clutching a buzzing Den Den Mushi tightly in his hand.

"That's enough!" The flying squirrel picked up the still-usable encrypted communication Den Den Mushi and continued to relay military orders through the not-yet-completely-damaged internal broadcast and the remaining communication network.

"All ships, listen up! I am the Flying Squirrel! Repeat, I am the Flying Squirrel!"

"Execute the following commands: Abandon the original formation, and maneuver at full speed towards Water Seven as individual ships! Prioritize avoiding artillery fire! Repeat, avoidance priority!"

"All officers, especially swordsmen and Devil Fruit users, use your Haki, slashing skills, and abilities to intercept shells above and in front of the ship as much as possible!"

"Abandon naval artillery battle! Charge towards the coast of Water Seven at maximum speed! Land at any cost!"

His order was firm and resolute, leaving no room for doubt. If they remained at sea, their massive warships would be sitting ducks in the face of the enemy's bizarre abilities, and sooner or later they would be sent to the bottom of the sea one by one by his own shells.

The only way to survive right now is to charge forward! Charge into Water 7, close the distance, and turn this unequal beyond-visual-range artillery battle back into a close-quarters duel that the senior naval officers are more adept at and more confident in!

"Onigumo! Doberman!" He called out to his two colleagues, known for their close combat skills and tough style, "Your ships have sustained relatively minor damage. I order you to immediately break away from the fleet and approach the coast of Water Seven from different directions at maximum speed!"

"Your mission is singular: land, find 'The Collector' Blackmosen, and defeat or kill him at all costs! He is the key to everything! If you can take him down, the mission may still be completed!"

"Understood!" came Onigumo's short and forceful reply from the Den Den Mushi.

"Hmph, it should have been done long ago!" Doberman's voice was filled with irritability and fighting spirit.

"Fire Mountain! Storoberry!" the flying squirrel continued, "Your ships are heavily damaged, so follow behind and use your remaining firepower to provide cover. Focus on attacking any enemy reinforcements that may appear from the shore, especially Nico Robin, the Devil Child! At the same time, be sure to gather up any survivors who have fallen into the water or are from heavily damaged ships!"

"Understood, Vice Admiral Momonga." Fire Mountain replied without hesitation. His flagship's superstructure was severely ablaze, affecting its speed, but the main gun turrets were still struggling to turn, aiming towards the coast.

"Received, cover and rescue mission confirmed." Storoberry's voice remained calm as his flagship weaved through the burning ships, rescuing naval soldiers who had fallen into the water.

After issuing the orders, the flying squirrel turned to the flagship's soldiers and announced loudly, "This ship will also follow the assault, target: Water Seven!"

"All officers of general rank and above, prepare for battle! This is our only way out!"

The flying squirrel's orders were concise and clear, quickly regrouping the remaining naval forces.

Despite the fleet's heavy losses and low morale, the instinct for survival and naval discipline began to take effect under the leadership of the admirals who took the lead in battle.

The warship, billowing thick smoke and riddled with damage, struggled to turn around, unleashing all its remaining power as it charged toward the coastline of Water Seven!

Chapter 152, Forced Login! A real man faces challenges head-on!

The sea was cleaved open by the bow of the ship, the sky was still shrouded in smoke, and the overwhelming rain of steel continued, though it was no longer as dense as before.

“Lieutenant General!” Kalifa helped a still-shaken Spandam emerge from the cabin, his clothes covered in soot and burns. “We…”

"Shut up and keep up!" The flying squirrel didn't even glance at Spandam. He had lost all patience with the fool. All he cared about now was the mission and the survival of his men.

"If you want to continue the mission, pray that Ghost Spider and Doberman can quickly take care of the 'Collector,' or that we can successfully log in soon."

Spandam's lips trembled as he tried to say something, but seeing the flying squirrel's cold, piercing, and furious eyes, as well as the undisguised resentment in the eyes of the surrounding naval soldiers, he ultimately swallowed his words.

The flying squirrel ignored them and stood on the damaged bridge, his hand on the hilt of his sword, his eyes fixed on the approaching coastline of Water Seven, especially the towering clock tower.

The sea breeze ruffled his tattered coat of justice.

They lost the battle against the bombardment, a complete and utter defeat, utterly humiliated.

The might of the Buster Call has crumbled today. But this does not mean the battle is over.

“Blackmosen…” the flying squirrel murmured the name, his voice filled with unprecedented killing intent and solemnity.

Mosen's Devil Fruit ability is indeed bizarre and unpredictable, unlike anything he has ever seen before. But no matter what, Devil Fruit users ultimately have their limits.

They were elite vice admirals from the Navy Headquarters. He believed that as long as they set foot on land and got close to the other side, with his own strength and that of the other officers, they could take on anyone, let alone a random Paramecia-type Devil Fruit user, or even a Logia-type user!

The dignity of the Naval Headquarters must be washed away with the blood of the enemy! Someone must pay the price for today's heavy losses!

The few remaining warships, covered in wounds, plunged toward the shores of Water Seven.

Meanwhile, atop the clock tower, Mo Sen, having taken a moment to relax, slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, his dark eyes narrowing slightly.

Looking at the warships that, though damaged, were still charging madly towards him on the sea, the coldness in his eyes deepened.

"Is this a desperate gamble, a move to launch close-quarters combat?" he muttered to himself, his voice tinged with weariness but filled with an overwhelming sense of excitement.

"A very accurate assessment, Vice Admiral Momonga. Now let's see who has the superior strength!"

He stood up again and stretched his body. With a slight thought, he immersed his consciousness in the "Collection Catalog" and began to take stock of his collection.

The massive amount of artillery fire he had just "swallowed" had been used up quite a bit, but there was still plenty left, enough for him to try some other tricks.

There was still some distance between the sea and the shore of Water Seven, and he wouldn't just let them in so easily; he had to leave a few more warships behind.

He no longer needed to maintain the barrier covering the entire island; instead, he focused his mind on the few warships that were charging desperately, especially the flagships of Ghost Spider and Doberman, which were at the forefront.

hum!

Above Water Seven, the strange fluctuations that had just subsided began to resurface.

This time, however, it wasn't an indiscriminate barrage of steel shells, but rather a certain number of shells being precisely "spit out" and concentrated on those specific targets.

Although the overall density and total amount are far less than the first reflection, the precision and targeting are stronger, and the pressure is more concentrated!

"The shelling is coming again! Take cover! Intercept!" The hoarse shouts of the vice admirals echoed from the ships.

"Hmph!" Onigumo snorted coldly, his long hair whipping around like tentacles, each strand of hair gripping a long sword, making him look like a giant spider.

This is also the origin of his name, a unique skill formed by returning life.

The next instant, he also drew the long sword from his waist, and jet-black Armament Haki flowed around the blade like water.

*Swoosh!* *Bang bang bang!*

The sharp sword energy pierced through the air, precisely cutting across the leading edge of several cannonballs. Those cannonballs were detonated and split apart in mid-air, and the booming explosions formed a fireball and shockwave in front of the warship. Although it caused the ship to shake violently, it successfully prevented the cannonballs from hitting the ship directly.

Immediately afterward, he moved nimbly, wielding both a long sword in his hand and another wrapped in his long hair, working together to prevent further damage to the warship.

On the other side, Doberman was also wielding a long sword, constantly slashing at the incoming cannonballs. However, there were too many cannonballs, and he did not have the life return technique like Onigumo, so he inevitably missed some.

boom! !

Under another round of precise firing, Doberman's warship finally gave out, and a shell pierced through the already damaged side armor.

Boom!!!

A violent explosion occurred from within, and the poor warship shuddered violently. The hull broke apart from the middle, and a huge gap swallowed seawater, causing the ship to tilt rapidly.

"Abandon ship! All crew! Transfer to friendly ships!" The officers' desperate cries were quickly drowned out by the roar of the surging seawater and the sounds of more explosions.

The surviving sailors frantically jumped into the icy sea and swam desperately toward the nearby, still intact, Onigumo warship.

"Damn it!" Doberman's eyes widened in fury. His warship was sinking, and it was clear that they couldn't hold out until they reached the shore.

"Doberman! Come here!" Onigumo's icy voice came through the smoke.

Although his warship was also badly damaged and on fire in several places, its main structure and power were still intact, and it was struggling but determined to make its way to a dock.

Without hesitation, Doberman pushed off with his feet, his massive figure sweeping across the sea like a cannonball, landing heavily on the already wrecked deck.

His surviving soldiers and officers also grabbed ropes or used the wreckage to jump over.

The remnants of the two warships joined together, and under the combined protection of Onigumo and Doberman, they withstood precise artillery fire and rammed into a relatively open pier in the Water Seven dock area!

Boom! Screech!

The wooden pier was completely shattered by the relentless impact of the warship, and half of it washed ashore, becoming stranded in the shallow water.

The naval soldiers on the deck jumped off the ship like dumplings being dropped into boiling water, stepping onto the land of Water Seven. Although they were soaking wet and in a sorry state, at least they had landed.

Ghost Spider and Doberman took the lead, leaping onto the ruins of the dock from the ship's side, their eyes like lightning, instantly locking onto the tallest clock tower in the city center.

Meanwhile, on the sea, the flying squirrel's flagship was still speeding along. The personnel from the already severely damaged Strawberry and Fire Mountain had merged into one, sharing the only remaining warship in slightly better condition.

The once mighty Buster Call fleet, capable of destroying nations, was reduced to only three half-crippled ships under Blackmosen's incomprehensible counterattack. This was only thanks to the all-out defense of Momonga and his crew; otherwise, not a single ship would have survived.

At the top of the clock tower, Mosen withdrew the faint, ethereal light that had enveloped the city.

Maintaining a large-scale "collection" and guiding reflexes has taken a toll on his physical and mental strength, and now that the counterattack is over, it's time for the main event to begin.

He picked up a miniature Den Den Mushi: "Robin, Nami, Chopper, Baccarat. Can you hear me?"

"Captain!" "Mr. Morsen!" Several voices immediately came, filled with deep concern.