Chapter 222: Marine Admiral Captured!

Meteor Volcano!

Both arms were covered in scorching magma, both fists turning to lava, and he struck repeatedly toward the sky.

Soon, magma fists like a meteor shower rained down from the heavens.

Mixed with countless golden light bullets, it was like an apocalyptic calamity!

"How terrifying!"

"It's the Marine Admiral, actually fighting the Whitebeard Pirates…"

"Hurry and land on Death Island, don't get caught up in this—damn the Navy, are they trying to kill everyone?"

The Logia-type can be called the strongest Devil Fruit,

precisely because of its wide-area destructive power that no other fruit can match—it's like a walking natural disaster.

"Damn!"

"Despicable Navy…"

On the Moby Dick, the Division Commanders who wanted to show their mettle were intercepted by these magma fists and light bullets.

Those who could become Division Commanders were all powerful experts.

Though the Marine Admiral was strong, these scattered attacks posed no threat to them.

However,

if they let loose, the weaker crewmates around them would suffer heavy casualties, and the Moby Dick would be sunk.

"How can you call it despicable?"

"After all, you are the World's Strongest, Whitebeard—it's only natural the Navy would use some tricks."

Not taking the Whitebeard Pirates' curses to heart in the slightest,

Kizaru pursed his lips and spoke with an infuriatingly smug expression.

Aokiji frowned and said: "Borsalino, don't do such boring things."

Provoking Whitebeard was not a wise move.

"Gurararara…"

Whitebeard threw his head back in laughter and said: "Wide-area attacks?"

Fine, armor-like crimson scales began growing on both arms, his eyes turned crimson, and a bloodthirsty, savage aura spread from his body.

The visible crimson aura spread outward.

All Whitebeard crewmates enveloped by the crimson aura felt their bodies grow lighter, as though wrapped in an invisible membrane.

【Scarlet Protection】 and 【Scarlet Speed】!

Two aura-type skills of the Crimson Giant that greatly Reinforce allies' defense and movement speed.

"What's going on?"

Akainu's face darkened; sensing something was wrong, he hurriedly intensified his assault.

Great Eruption!

An entire lava arm, as though a volcano erupting, was propelled by a tremendous force and flew toward the Moby Dick.

"Bastard!"

Akainu's strike was viciously timed, catching them while the crew was busy blocking the falling magma fists.

The one targeted was Namur, who was weak to magma—even a brief touch of scorching heat would badly damage his fishman skin, especially on land.

Hum.

Under the panicked gazes of the crowd,

a red halo materialized, blocking the incoming magma fist and leaving Namur completely unharmed.

"Daddy!"

The crewmates erupted in cheers.

Whitebeard shot Akainu an icy glare, then turned and roared: "This is the power from the Samsara Game!"

"From today on, the Whitebeard Legion will truly share honor and disgrace as one!"

"As long as Daddy still lives, not a single family member will die!"

"Sons, fight to your heart's content!"

"Ooh!"

The entire Whitebeard Pirates let out a deafening roar.

The dull-witted giants never think things through and can be driven by the Crimson Giant to charge forward without fear of death.

Nor did the Whitebeard Pirates question why they couldn't die.

Not because they were slow-witted, but because of their unconditional trust in Whitebeard—the trust that repays this old man, who has protected and nurtured them all this way, with their very lives!

"How could mere pirate trash block my Great Eruption?"

Akainu couldn't believe it,

staring at the battle-hungry Whitebeard crew and the fishman captain completely unscathed.

"Is it the game ability Whitebeard exchanged, one that can protect his crew?"

From the warship's deck, Vice Admiral Tsuru's voice drifted over: "If he's protecting his crew, his own strength must be divided—try attacking Whitebeard himself!"

Some Devil Fruits have similar abilities.

They can distribute their power outward, but doing so leaves the user weakened.

Hearing this,

Kizaru let his hands drop to his abdomen, arms slightly bent, assuming a round mirror-like stance.

A golden stream of light shot from the round mirror, appearing on the Moby Dick in the blink of an eye.

"Ama no Murakumo no Tsurugi!"

The golden-glowing short sword cleaved toward Whitebeard's head.

"Borsalino brat, are you looking to get yourself killed?"

Whitebeard narrowed his eyes,

swung Murakumogiri and met the light sword; after a brief clash, Ama no Murakumo no Tsurugi shattered into flecks of light.

Along with it, Kizaru, who had been gripping the sword, was cut clean in two at the waist.

"How terrifying!"

A thin bead of cold sweat seeped from Kizaru's temple,

Vice Admiral Tsuru's judgment was wrong — not only was Whitebeard not weakened, his strength had actually grown greater?

Could it be…

Kizaru's eyes shifted, looking toward the Scarlet Blood Mist that blanketed the entire battlefield.

"This mist not only enhances the crew's abilities, it can also feed back to oneself with no delay?"

"Clever indeed, Borsalino brat!"

"Although you're the older one, I'm also an old fossil — could you stop calling me brat?"

Sensing something was off, Kizaru,

his yellow-striped suit gradually transforming into photons, tried to leave Moby Dick.

To become a Marine Admiral, one relies on far more than a single Devil Fruit — combat awareness is equally top-tier.

With just the slightest touch,

he realized that within the range suffused by this Scarlet Breath, the Whitebeard Pirates were like an intact eggshell.

There was simply no breaking through by brute force.

What a troublesome game ability.

"Kizaru brat, don't even think about running!"

Watching Borsalino turn into photons in an attempt to flee,

Whitebeard simply raised both arms and slammed them down violently through the air,

【Scarlet Blood Soldier】!

This was the innate ability Whitebeard had first Awakened after purchasing the Scarlet Giant Demon Bloodline.

Not only could it provide allied units with blood-colored weapons, it could also borrow the power of allied units to condense a single colossal blood-colored weapon.

The more allied units there were, the stronger the condensed blood soldier!

Just like now,

following Whitebeard's motion, a giant blood-colored iron cage flipped down onto the deck, completely trapping Borsalino within it.

Its surface was wrapped in a layer of Armament Haki, interrupting his elementalization.

"This is really… bad."

On the face of Borsalino, who had been nonchalant all along, a panicked expression appeared.

He had never imagined he would be imprisoned.

Daring to face Whitebeard alone was because he was confident in the Glint-Glint Fruit's speed — as long as there was no ambush, no one who had made full preparations could stop him.

Yet now he was trapped inside a blood-colored cage.

"Kizaru brat, the appearance of the Samsara Game has already brought forth countless powers that far surpass Devil Fruits. You still haven't changed your thinking to this day — being caught is only natural!"

The corners of Whitebeard's mouth lifted into a smile.

If the Navy had only sent top-tier combatants to fight one-on-one, even he couldn't end the battle quickly.

However,

the Navy had been clever for their own detriment, choosing to send large numbers of Navy soldiers for team combat.

They even had the Marine Admirals abandon head-on clashes in favor of large-scale bombardment.

This kind of legion-style battle,

was the absolute advantageous ground for the Scarlet Giant Demon!

(End of this chapter)