Chapter 1507 The Navy Enhanced by Leadership Aura 1

Marineford, this ravaged battlefield, is now bathed in a warm and magnificent golden ocean.

Artoria Pendragon's raised Excalibur, like the core of an inextinguishable sun, radiates not only power but also an unparalleled spiritual resonance.

Under this radiance, a powerful leadership aura emanated from her, penetrating the hearts of every naval officer and soldier.

The battle lines, which had been on the verge of collapse due to Whitebeard's awakening attack, miraculously stabilized and showed even greater resilience.

On the battlefield, every naval soldier still fighting, whether an infantryman wielding swords or an artilleryman operating cannons, was faintly radiating a golden halo.

This halo was not an illusion; it genuinely strengthened their bodies, soothed their wounds, and, more importantly, branded their souls with a pure and unwavering belief in "justice."

"For justice!"

The shouts were deafening, filled with unprecedented determination. Pain was temporarily forgotten, and fatigue was replaced by soaring fighting spirit.

Faced with the pirates surging like a tide, the marines no longer retreated a single step, but instead charged forward with an even fiercer and more fearless attitude!

Their eyes were resolute, their movements swift, and they were even willing to risk injury or their lives to fight back, all to drive away the evil before them.

This fearless spirit left some of the pirates at the front somewhat bewildered. They had just witnessed Whitebeard display his might, almost routing the Marines. How could these Marines suddenly seem like completely different people?

The tide of war reversed again in a short period of time, and some lights shone particularly brightly in this golden wave.

Those several vice admirals, loyal to naval justice and with unwavering convictions, their massive bodies bathed in golden light, resembled true mythical giants descending to earth.

The aura emanating from them was more solid and dazzling than that of other junior naval personnel, as if their unwavering commitment to justice resonated strongly with the light of the holy sword.

"Evil pirates, don't even think about taking another step forward! Justice will prevail!"

A giant lieutenant general, his voice booming like thunder, wielded a massive battle axe comparable in size to a warship's mast. His already terrifying power surged even further under the golden light.

The battle axe swept out with a piercing shriek, smashing not only the approaching pirates and their weapons to pieces, but also carving a deep trench in the ground.

Another giant general swung his enormous spiked club, each strike causing the earth to tremble and creating a thrilling spectacle.

The golden light seemed to free him from certain physical constraints, making his movements more fluid and his power more concentrated.

He was like a golden fortress, firmly guarding the key passages and repeatedly thwarting the pirates' offensives.

Led by these most illustrious generals, the navy, bathed in the light of their conviction, formed an unbreakable defensive line, managing to repel the pirates' overwhelming offensive.

The vanguard of the pirates was about to be pushed to the execution platform, but they missed by a hair's breadth despite being so close.

The entire navy was given a positive buff by Artoria Pendragon, making them practically cheating in large-scale battles!

"Are they crazy?"

"Fearless for justice!"

The captains of the Whitebeard Pirates suddenly felt a significant reduction in pressure as they faced the battlefield. Previously, they could fight to a draw with officers of the rank of admiral and colonel, but now they were being beaten back repeatedly, and their living space was being squeezed by the Navy.

When Whitebeard's Tremor-Tremor, imbued with awakened power, swept across the battlefield, even a strong man like Levi was not completely spared.

Although he managed to evade the danger at the last second thanks to his beast-like instincts and superior physical abilities.

But the tearing pain in my ears continued, warm blood flowed from my ear canals, and the sounds from the outside world became blurry and distant, as if separated by a thick wall of water.

This sensory impairment is fatal to his fighting style, which relies on extreme speed and precise judgment.

Just as he felt a little irritated and his movements were restricted, the golden pillar of light that rose from the direction of the execution platform shone on him like warm sunlight.

An indescribable warm current instantly surged through his body. The radiant aura of Artoria Pendragon, imbued with the qualities of a leader, greatly alleviated the stinging in his eardrums and the tremors in his internal organs.

More importantly, the fatigue that had accumulated from the high-intensity use of breathing techniques and placed a heavy burden on the heart and lungs was swept away as if by a gentle breeze.

Levi looked down and saw that his arms, and even his whole body, were beginning to emit faint golden light similar to that of the surrounding Marines.

A barely perceptible ripple flickered in his grey pupils; his concept of "justice" might differ from that of most naval personnel.

It was more akin to an absolute obsession with "clearing obstacles and completing the task," but at this moment, the power of leadership recognized him and became his strength.

Without confusion or hesitation, for Levi, power is a tool, regardless of its source; as long as it can be used to kill the target, it is a good tool.

He began again with that deep, unique breathing technique, the powerful flow of oxygen rushing into his lungs with unprecedented ease.

The golden light seemed to further enhance the process, making him feel so light that he felt as if he were about to fly, with power surging and roaring through his limbs and bones.

The next moment, his already short figure suddenly blurred, "Breathing of Thunder - Divine Speed!"

Like a real thunderclap, Levi's figure transformed into a golden bolt of lightning, more than twice as fast as before. The ground shattered the moment he stomped down, and the air was torn apart, producing a sharp sonic boom.

"What"?!

Vista's pupils suddenly contracted; he had just recovered from the shock of Whitebeard's ultrasonic shock followed by the golden light.

Levi's figure appeared in front of him as if he had teleported, and the speed was completely beyond the range that his "petal sword energy" could entangle.

"So fast!" A warning bell rang in Vista's mind. His rich combat experience allowed him to almost instinctively cross his two rapiers in front of him to parry.

Clang!

An ear-piercing collision exploded, and Vista felt an indescribable force coming from the twin swords. His tiger's mouth instantly split open, and blood gushed out.

He was uncontrollably propelled backward by the immense force, his feet carving two deep furrows in the ground.

"If I don't find a way, I'm going to lose," Vista thought in horror. This short navy man's speed and strength had increased to such a terrifying level after being blessed by that golden light.

Levi, who transformed into golden lightning, gave Vista no chance to adjust or unleash a powerful sword move.

His sword was blocked, and his figure flashed around Vista like a ghost, his twin blades transforming into countless golden arcs of death, sweeping towards Vista from all directions.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

The relentless clanging of metal, as dense as a torrential downpour, forced Vista to wield his two rapiers so skillfully that they were impenetrable, leaving him completely exposed.

He was like a small boat adrift in a golden storm of lightning. Every parry made his arms go numb and his blood surge. He could only be forced to retreat again and again by Levi's ferocious attacks!

His exquisite swordsmanship, capable of unleashing a storm of sword energy and petals, was utterly rendered useless against Levi's absolute speed and relentless close-quarters attacks.

Vista, the renowned fifth division commander of the Whitebeard Pirates, was completely outmatched in a direct confrontation by an unknown, short marine.