Chapter 1650 The New Blackbeard Pirates
Green Bull looked at Admiral Kizaru standing in front of him. He had never felt so confident before. He never thought that Admiral Kizaru would be so reliable.
Because Blackbeard has already threatened Kizaru's fundamental interests. If the Navy falls apart, the World Government's generous stipends, excellent benefits, and secure retirement for the Navy will all be lost.
Borsalino had been in the Navy for too long and was used to the system. Even if he regained his freedom or joined the pirates, he would feel very uncomfortable.
Now, he has no choice but to provide a safety net.
"Thanks, Kizaru," Aramaki whispered, as vegetation grew wildly around him, preparing for the next wave of attacks.
"Oh dear, don't say that~" Kizaru still dragged out the sound.
His gaze locked onto Blackbeard's figure, and then on the gradually clearer silhouette behind him. "If I don't put in the effort now, I really won't be able to collect my salary anymore!"
Borsalino now has to take this seriously: the Whitebeard Pirates, the Flying Pirates, and the Blackbeard Pirates, three large pirate crews, have joined forces to launch an attack on the Navy. This battle for the Navy will be difficult.
"Come out, my like-minded crew! Let them see my newly formed Blackbeard Pirates!"
At Blackbeard Teach's command, the unsettling figures behind him, who had been lurking in the darkness, finally stepped forward simultaneously, completely exposed to Marineford's searchlights.
The first thing that catches the eye is a man with pale skin and a lean, muscular build.
He was shirtless, revealing deep blue tattoos covering his entire body. The tattoo designs were bizarre and grotesque, like some kind of sinful brand.
He cracked his knuckles, making a snapping sound, and a wild, battle-hungry smile spread across his face.
Akaza, like a predator, scanned the densely packed navy below. "Finally, I can make my move. I hope I can have some fun."
His gaze swept over the naval officers and generals, who were not weak in aura, as if he were selecting suitable prey, his hands itching to start a fight.
A slender man in a black bodysuit emerged from the shadows like a ghost.
His entire body was bizarrely shaped, covered with countless pale white fragments, and there were as many as fourteen severed hands torn from different human bodies.
One was attached to the front of the face and the back of the head, two to the neck, armpits and shoulders, and three to each of the arms.
"Art needs an update..."
"This place should provide some better material, more severed hands," Shigaraki Tomura thought with great anticipation.
His only exposed, bloodshot eyes gazed greedily at the intact limbs on the battlefield.
“Akaza, be careful,” a deep, muffled voice said.
The speaker was a short, strange man, less than 1.5 meters tall, with a bald head that was concave in the center, like a small volcano, emitting a faint red glow and heat.
His face had only one eye and one mouth, and no ears; the place was occupied by two depressions that looked as if they were blocked by pebbles.
The one-eyed man warily scanned his surroundings. "Never underestimate any human being; there may be hidden forces waiting for us."
“Good, Louhu,” Akaza nodded, his arrogance slightly diminished but his fighting spirit undiminished. There were very few people who could make him careless.
Louhu turned his head, his single eye pointing straight at the distant, colossal demon god that stood tall and constantly spewed lava—Admiral Akainu Sakazuki.
The molten lava and volcanic power within his body seemed to be drawn to and provoked by similar energies, and began to boil slightly. The opponent Louhu was about to challenge was clearly this one.
"What a nuisance," a languid, slightly seductive, and impatient female voice rang out.
A woman dressed in a gorgeous kimono and holding an exquisite flower fan walked out slowly.
She had a beautiful face and a noble demeanor, like a lady from a prestigious family, completely out of place in the bloody battlefield around her. This appearance probably came from Wano Country, only that closed country could produce such a woman.
She gently waved her flower fan to cover half of her face and muttered to herself, "I really don't want to get involved in this mess. I came here for tourism, so sending that guy away will make my trip worthwhile."
She seemed indifferent to joining the Blackbeard Pirates, regarding it merely as a temporary foothold. However, the faint, inhuman aura emanating from her reminded everyone that this Lady Muzan was far from being as harmless as she appeared.
Finally, a figure gracefully flew into the air.
He unfurled a pair of broad, blood-red wings, his blond hair flew in the wind, he wore a tight-fitting suit similar to a pilot's uniform, and diamond-shaped goggles covered his eyes.
He circled nimbly in the air, his voice brimming with youthful eagerness: "I wonder who I can play with? There seem to be quite a few interesting guys here."
The last young man to join the Blackbeard Pirates, Hawks the Birdman, may look young, but he is quite strong.
Adding to the list is the half-dead, struggling Poison Dragon Kobra lying on the ground, and the traitor Shiryu of the Rain standing with a knife in hand and a gloomy expression.
Seven of Blackbeard Teach's subordinates have appeared at this moment!
The seven individuals, each with a distinct aura and unknown abilities, were all monsters radiating danger and powerful energy.
And so they stood behind Blackbeard Teach, facing off against the elite Marines below and the menacing Whitebeard Pirates in the distance, creating a new and even more suffocating standoff.
The arrival of these seven new monsters on the battlefield of Marineford greatly surprised the Whitebeard Pirates, who hadn't expected the traitor Teach to replenish his forces so quickly.
Ace, together with Marco, once killed a group of Blackbeard's subordinates. Those weak-willed bastards didn't even have a chance to fight back when they encountered the Whitebeard Pirates' officers.
Ace, standing on the execution platform, was unfamiliar with all seven faces. He wondered how Blackbeard Teach had managed to gather so many officers in such a short time, and these people all seemed to be quite powerful.
Suddenly, I felt a little worried about my father's situation. What if the Blackbeard Pirates suddenly turned against us and joined forces with the Navy to attack the Whitebeard Pirates from both sides? How would my father and his brothers cope?
Blackbeard is really capable of such backstabbing; has the new Blackbeard Pirates become this powerful?
"This is my war, and it's your war too. It's time for this era to move forward."
The people who made the appearance were also the source of Teach's confidence in participating in this war.
No one knows what kind of insane and bloody direction this war, already worthy of being recorded in history, will take in the next moment.
