One Piece: Surrounded at Marineford? Just kidding!

Chapter 350: Saint Satan personally leads the team!

Saint Mary Geoise.

Five Elders Conference Room.

The air today is thick with a somber atmosphere.

The clouds above Pangu City seemed to have solidified, heavy and lifeless.

The doors to the Hall of Power opened.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

The scientifically defending War God, Jaigolusia Satan Saint, stepped forward.

Flat cap.

Grayish-white curly hair like withered grass.

There was nothing in his eyes.

Only monsters that have lived for hundreds of years possess that kind of icy coldness that sees through everything.

Behind him, CP0 agents followed silently like a group of lifeless shadows.

Satan walked step by step toward the port.

With each step he took, the Celestial Dragon guards standing on either side of him straightened their bodies even more.

Satan Saint Station on the port's high platform.

The sight before them would terrify any sea emperor.

A fleet far exceeding the level of the Buster Call!

More than one hundred top-class warships were deployed in a fan shape.

Each one is equipped with the latest laser cannons.

At the very center of the fleet was a massive, pure black ship.

The Satanic's exclusive giant fleet.

It is three times the size of a regular warship.

The bow of the ship features a menacing World Government cross emblem.

Satan Saint boarded the deck surrounded by CP0 members.

He glanced at the fighting force on the deck, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

On the left side of the deck, a bright yellow deck chair stands out.

Navy Admiral "Kizaru" Borsalino is sitting with his legs crossed.

His brown sunglasses reflected the light, and a smile played on his lips, as if the murderous aura around him had nothing to do with him.

But in the shadow behind him.

Two terrifying auras could not be concealed.

General "Green Bull" Huang Mu.

General Fujitora smiled.

And there are two new generals, Zhan Tu and Cha Tun!

The Five Generals.

All done.

Just these five people standing here would calm the waves of this sea by three points.

But what truly blew the scalps of those naval vice admirals away and left them utterly shocked was...

It's the Seraphim formation on the other side of the deck.

Three small figures stood there.

In addition to the Seraphim such as S-Serpent and S-Eagle who were previously sent to Future Island as vanguards.

There are also a few new toys here that have never been seen before.

The Lunaria have brown skin, long white hair, and black wings on their backs.

The flames behind his head burned in the wind.

A child with long arms and legs and a slightly lewd face is S-monkey, a clone of Kizaru.

Next to him, with an afro and gloomy eyes, is S-Chicken, a clone of Aokiji.

The one on the far right, with a stern face, has a fierce look about him at such a young age, as if he wants to burn away all evil. He is S-dog, a clone of Akainu.

The latest series, Seraph.

Assembly complete.

Vegapunk created them.

But now, the Seraphim are going to judge him.

A CP0 chief ran over, knelt on one knee, his forehead pressed against the deck, his voice trembling.

"Lord Satan! All 'cargo' has been loaded! The Pacifista MK-III Legion is ready! All five generals and the Seraphim are in position! The fleet... is ready to depart at any time!"

Satan remained silent.

He walked to the bow of the boat, leaning on his cane.

Those old eyes gazed into the distance, as if piercing through the red earth continent and directly seeing "Future Island".

"Vegapunk..."

He uttered the name without regret, only with murderous intent towards a tool that had gone out of control.

Boom!

He slammed his cane down hard on the deck.

A muffled thud drowned out the sound of the waves.

"Set off."

Satan Saint's voice was old and hoarse, yet carried a godlike majesty, and it resounded throughout the fleet via Den Den Mushi.

"Bring back everything that sir needs, along with all the technological achievements, intact."

"As for those blocking the way..."

"Whether it's the Four Emperors, the Revolutionary Army, or anyone else who dares to stand in our way."

A red light flashed in Satan Saint's eyes.

"Crush them all."

"yes!!!"

Huge sails rose, and the flag of the World Government fluttered wildly in the wind.

The engine roared.

This world-destroying fleet, like a deep-sea behemoth awakening, breaks through the giant waves and surges toward a new world.

……

At the same time.

The Holy Land of Mary Geoise, deep within the city of Pangaea.

Inside the room of power.

The financial warrior who stayed behind, Nasujuro Sei, sat cross-legged on the tatami mat.

He was wearing a white Taoist robe, his bald head gleaming, and he was wiping the first generation of the demon sword, Kitetsu, with a piece of white silk.

His cold face was reflected in the blade.

"What a pity."

"That Vegapunk guy actually chose to betray us."

"If he had just behaved well, he could have remained the world's number one scientist forever."

On the sofa, the legal warrior, Vochuli Saint, didn't even raise his head.

His signature beard twitched.

"snort."

Sacred Vochuli snorted coldly, threw the documents on the table, and his eyes were full of arrogance.

"Don't worry, Nasujuro."

"That old guy's brain is sharp, but all his knowledge has already been backed up in the 'Punk Records'."

The teacup clattered on the table.

"As long as the Punk Records exist, Vegapunk is dead and that's it."

"What the world government wants is technology, not a disobedient genius who wants to dig up a blank century of history."

A tall figure emerged from the shadows.

Shepard X. Peter, the God of Agriculture.

He had his hands in his pockets, his gaze gloomy.

"The dust of history should be buried in the soil."

"Vegapunk touched what he shouldn't have, and this is the price he paid."

"but……"

Peter looked out the window.

"With Satan personally leading the charge, and with this kind of lineup, there's no way anything could go wrong."

"Even that brat Nikan or those rats from the Revolutionary Army are doomed to despair in the face of absolute power."

"really."

Nasujiro Sei sheathed his sword, the blade ringing out clearly.

"I hope Satan stays clean, so that the insects don't tarnish the majesty of 'God'."

I just hope no one unexpected gets involved in this matter!

Especially that man!

The four of them fell silent.

The only sound in the room was the ticking of the wall clock.

It's like a countdown to the end of an era.

……

On the high seas.

The "God's Punishment" is like a moving steel island, cutting through the waves.

Satan Saint was still standing at the bow of the ship.

The sea breeze ruffled his beard and curly hair as he gazed toward Future Island, utterly unconcerned about any war.

This is not a war.

This is a cleansing.

Just like when a person wants to crush an ant, do they need to consider how the ant will resist?

"Lord Satan~"

A lazy, drawn-out voice came from behind.

With his hands in his pockets, Kizaru Borsalino swaggered up behind Satan Saint, looking as if he might trip at any moment.

He tilted his head, looking at the back of the Five Elders; no one could see through his eyes behind his sunglasses.

"Are you personally leading this mission?"

"How terrifying!"

Kizaru pouted, making an exaggerated expression of fear.

"That's Vegapunk, and Straw Hat Luffy, the monster who just defeated Kaido..."

"If a fight breaks out, these old bones of mine might fall apart!"

He said he was afraid, but his tone was full of probing.

He and Vegapunk are old acquaintances.

Moreover, he watched Sentomaru grow up.

His current mood is definitely not as relaxed as it appears on the surface.

But he is not only Borsalino, but also Admiral "Kizaru".

Ambiguous justice is his way of life.

Satan did not turn back.

His peripheral vision swept over me, and his coldness could freeze one's soul.

"Borsalino, stop being so cunning."

The sound wasn't loud, but it exploded in Kizaru's mind.

"I am aware of your personal relationship with Vegapunk."

"I'm not unaware of your past underhanded tactics."

Satan Saint turned around, staring intently at Kizaru, his cane lightly tapping the ground.

"But this time is different."

"You know the consequences if something goes wrong."

"Don't think that just because you're a general, you have the right to bargain with us."

Kizaru's smile froze for a moment.

He quickly reverted to his usual nonchalant demeanor and raised his hands in surrender.

"Oh dear, how stern you are, Lord Satan."

"I'm just a wage slave, doing my job for money, of course I'll do my best~"

"That would be best."

Satan turned back and ignored him.

"Order: Full speed ahead!"

"yes!"

The roar of the engine exploded instantly.

The massive ship left countless white trails on the sea.

Looking down from the sky.

This fleet is a giant white net of death.

It is enveloping the distant island of the future.

Dark clouds loomed over the city.

The giant net is closing in on its prey.

But are the prey caught in the net really prey?

Deep in the ocean.

Several real monsters had already smelled the blood.

They are swimming towards the same slaughterhouse from all directions.

Hunter and prey.

Who is who is still uncertain.