#437 - Chapter 437 The War Begins Again
Somewhere in the seas of the Grand Line, the location of which was foremost on Doflamingo's mind...
Dark clouds churned, and lightning flashed incessantly across the sky, illuminating the massive fleet of warships on the sea below.
The air was thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder and the chilling aura of death, the shadow of war looming over this once-feared ocean.
Countless warships densely packed the sea, each one teeming with fully armed marines, creating an atmosphere of tension and oppression.
At the center of this imposing fleet, the most striking vessel was a massive flagship, bearing the insignia of the Five Elders.
Standing on the deck was none other than Shepherd Ju Peter Saint, one of the Five Elders.
His figure was tall and imposing, clad in a solemn black cloak, with a massive battle sword behind him radiating a cold, metallic gleam.
Shepherd's gaze was sharp as a blade, coldly sweeping across the scene before him.
His expression was grave and resolute, his eyes fixed unwaveringly on their target—the Blackbeard Pirates.
"The time for reckoning has finally come."
Shepherd Ju Peter Saint's voice was low and devoid of emotion, as if this war were merely a long-overdue ritual.
He raised his hand and gestured slightly, and the God's Knights behind him moved forward in perfect unison.
Each member of the God's Knights was clad in gleaming armor, radiating an aura of immense, divine power, like an indomitable tide of steel.
On the other side of the battlefield, the Blackbeard Pirates' massive warship drifted slowly on the sea, like a giant beast lurking silently in the darkness.
Blackbeard Teach stood at the bow, his thick arms crossed over his chest, a signature sneer plastered across his face.
His laughter echoed across the sea, as if mocking the whims of fate.
Blackbeard showed no fear, instead filled with anticipation for the impending war.
"Hahaha! They've finally arrived! I've been waiting too damn long for this day!"
Blackbeard's laughter was like thunder, his sneer widening, his eyes flashing with manic light, "Five Elders? Marines? God's Knights? Just prey for me to devour!"
The sea breeze swept past, whipping Teach's black cloak around him. He casually grabbed a bottle of liquor, taking a large swig, as if the impending life-or-death struggle were nothing more than a casual indulgence.
Standing beside him were his most trusted crew members, each with a bloodthirsty grin on their faces, fully prepared for battle.
At the same time, the sea erupted with the roar of cannons as the two forces' fleets began their fierce exchange.
The sky filled with smoke, and the massive waves were blasted apart by the warship's cannons, as if the ocean itself was roaring in anger.
One after another, the Marine warships advanced, while Blackbeard's fleet retaliated with equal ferocity.
Fire flashed across the battlefield as the battle raged with unparalleled intensity.
Shepherd Ju Peter Saint calmly directed the fleet, his gaze locked onto Teach in the distance.
As one of the Five Elders, his objective was clear: to eliminate Blackbeard, this threat, from the world and permanently end the reign of this uncontrollable pirate.
He issued a concise and decisive order to the commanders beside him: "Advance, suppress them."
With Shepherd Ju Peter Saint's command, the Marine warships and the powerful members of the Knights launched their attacks in unison, and the entire battlefield instantly erupted into an even more intense clash.
Countless cannonballs flew toward Blackbeard's fleet, but with Blackbeard's roar, the power of the Dark-Dark Fruit suddenly erupted from his body, swallowing all the cannon fire like a black hole.
"Hahaha! My power can devour everything!"
Blackbeard spread his arms wide, his laughter raging like a storm, as he unleashed his dark power, consuming all of the Marines' attacks.
His crew members unleashed their own abilities as well, one pirate's body instantly swelling to become an unmatched giant on the battlefield, lunging toward the Marine warships and creating towering waves.
Shepherd Ju Peter Saint's eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at Teach ahead, coldly stating, "Blackbeard… your end has come."
The members of the Knights behind him charged forward with a roar, engaging the powerful members of the Blackbeard Pirates in close-quarters combat. The radiance of the God's Knights and the power of darkness clashed intensely on the battlefield, and the entire battlefield instantly descended into chaos and slaughter.
Deep within the Grand Line, this unprecedented war erupted silently, unknown to the outside world.
The entire battlefield was sealed off layer upon layer, as if swallowed by darkness, and not a single piece of information could escape from here.
Even Big News Morgans, whose information network spanned the world, suffered an unprecedented blockade in this incident, and even his usual methods failed to uncover any news of this battle.
The cannons continued to roar, and the warships rocked violently in the waves, the two sides fighting tooth and nail.
The confrontation between the Blackbeard Pirates and the Marines was like the clash of iron and fire, but it all happened far away from the eyes of the public.
On the sea, thick smoke billowed, the air thick with gunpowder, as if the entire sky had been dyed black by the flames of war.
Blackbeard wore a sinister grin on his face as he looked up at the sky obscured by dark clouds, knowing that this was a war without spectators.
But this did not make him feel uneasy in the slightest, but rather made him even more excited.
"Zehahahaha! This is really interesting!"
His laughter was particularly grating in the firelight, the madness and ambition in his eyes seeming to merge with the sky.
At the same time, Shepherd Ju Peter Saint stood on the command deck of the warship, his gaze as cold and sharp as a hawk, quietly watching the Blackbeard fleet in the distance.
His expression was calm, without a trace of anxiety, as if everything was under his control.
This war was destined to be forgotten by the world, or perhaps it never existed.
On the sea, the God's Knights and the Blackbeard Pirates' warriors engaged in close-quarters combat, blood and fire intertwined on every inch of the deck.
No one retreated, both sides knowing that this war would determine the fate of too many people, perhaps a turning point for Blackbeard to control the world situation, or perhaps the key for the World Government to regain control of the balance.
But in the world outside the battlefield, all was calm.
Morgans' intelligence agency tried hard to find out, but to no avail. His violent roar echoed in the newspaper office, his wings beating hard on the table: "Damn it! How is it possible that there is no news at all?"
Morgans' anger stemmed from his inability to understand—he always grasped information at the first moment in every war that shook the world pattern, but this time, it was completely silent.
And in this silent storm, only the two sides on the battlefield knew everything.
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