Chapter 375

"Dispatch ships to the direction where Admiral Ten Thousand Smokes left!"

With a feeling of trepidation.

They set sail in the direction Mo Ansi had left, directly ignoring the arrogant clamor of the Celestial Dragons behind them. She, with her dashing personality, never lacked decisiveness, even more so than the average swordsman.

——

"You... what did you say..."

Gion listened to the report with an expressionless face; beneath her stiff expression was dead, horrifying shock.

Firm as iron.

The swordsman who could cut iron with a sword was now trembling, even the hand holding the hilt.

"Admiral..."

"Admiral Ten Thousand Smokes: Mo Ansi is dead?!"

"Just in the short battle just now, he died!?"

"How is this possible!!!"

Gion wanted to laugh with disdain, saying how ridiculous, how false, how unrealistic this news was.

But—

The corpse of Mo Ansi before her eyes.

The charred body in the flames, the remaining marks on it, proved the truth.

Things that appeared abruptly before their eyes.

Not only this battleship, but even the Navy and Army from other battleships in the fleet that had come to reinforce, looking at the scene before them, were also shocked into silence in an instant.

As if a mute button had been pressed.

Across the entire sea, the noisy human voices disappeared instantly, the sound stopped abruptly, turning into deathly silence.

Splash—

Bang bang bang—

Except for the sound of the waves blowing in the sea breeze.

In the dead-silent environment, they could even hear the sound of their own heartbeats.

Bang!

Bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

Beating faster and faster, as if to exceed the limit.

"Is... is it really... Admiral Mo Ansi? The Admiral... really died?!"

A dry voice sounded from the throat.

Hoarse, sticky, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time; suddenly opening his mouth, the tone was a bit distorted.

"He... really died..."

Looking at the charred torso, there was an indescribable destruction in his eyes, as if an existence they looked up to had been destroyed completely.

Not just him!

The same emotion spread like a plague among the troops in the battleship fleet.

After the dead silence.

Was the clamor reaching the sky.

Like a spring compressed to the extreme.

Either it snaps.

Or it soars to the sky.

If one doesn't erupt in silence, one perishes in silence.

After someone opened their mouth to break the calm, it clearly opened a floodgate for this silence.

"Admiral Mo Ansi, how could Admiral Mo Ansi die so easily!? He is the Admiral with the widest range of means and the deepest seniority, even the Commander-in-Chief praised his strength..."

This was the wailing Army.

"Oh, no, even Admiral Ten Thousand Smokes has been defeated and killed; the pirates behind the scenes are too strong. Quick, quick, notify reinforcements... with our meager strength, it's simply not enough..."

This was the terrified Mole.

"Pirates! Remnants of the Rocks Pirates! What do those despicable stinking rats want to do? They dare to despise us time and time again; aren't they afraid of the World Government's wrath!!!"

This was the CP agent in white robes, horror and panic revealed in the eyes of the mask.

……

Various complex expressions were played out in the fleet.

But unanimously.

They all pointed to one source.

Terror!

Horror!

Irresistible attackers!

"Too... too strong..."

"To be able to kill an Admiral in such a short time, how could such a powerhouse exist? And judging from the ruins of the battlefield, it was clearly a fierce battle, not just a sneak attack."

"In other words, the opponent is likely a top powerhouse with strength comparable to Rocks?!"

"How is that possible——"

Guessing this scene, even the usually calm Gion was shocked to the point of having a blank mind.

The other Vice Admirals beside her were even worse.

Some were so scared that their weapons fell to the ground, but they were completely unaware, immersed in fear, unable to struggle out.

The vast battleship fleet, continuous and extremely large in number, with an exaggerated load of weapons, even to the point of overload, could even muster a team or two of the top-tier Buster Call scale.

Was actually scared by Locke alone to the point of not daring to move a single bit; the hideous war behemoth was directly frozen in place, spinning in the ocean tides, with no one daring to act without authorization.

Strength of one person!

Deterring thousands!

An unexpected result; even if Locke knew, he would feel surprised.

But it had truly happened on the sea.

And.

No one felt there was anything wrong with this.

The CP agent members, who were always arrogant and looked down on even the Army Admirals, reached out from their wide white robes with trembling hands and picked up the portable Den Den Mushi stuck in their bosoms.

Suppressing the panic in their hearts, like a Parkinson's patient, they dialed the familiar numbers tremblingly.

"Mo... Moshi... Mo... Moshi..."

"Th, this is, the Seventh Fleet returning from God Valley, the, the Army Admiral..."

"Mo Ansi——"

"Was, was attacked and died!!"

"..."

The trembling, crying voice scared to the point of breaking at the end, startling countless fish in the sea. ### CHAPTER 377