Fortunately, the World Government also spent a huge amount of money and resources, using the Lineage factors of some of the Marines's elite to cultivate 100,000 clone armies.
In addition to the elite forces of the Marines, in this regard, they can still firmly gain the upper hand.
Not to mention, there are five of them in the World Government camp, plus the God's Knights and CP0, the top-secret intelligence agency.
"Let them run rampant for a little longer. For now, let the Marines be on high alert and observe what happens!"
St. Marcus Mars said in a heavy voice. "Wait for half a year at the latest until the batch of clone corps is cultivated, and those mass-produced Pacifistas are combat-ready..."
St. Jaygarcia Saturn's eyes were cold and full of murderous intent. "By then, the ambitious traitor Obask Luke will have reached the end of his arrogance!"
With a slight press of his thumb, St. Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro unsheathed his cursed blade, Shodai Kitetsu, revealing a chilling glint of steel.
"This ocean truly needs a thorough cleansing!"
At dusk, the first half of the New World.
At the G-5 branch, an unexpected guest arrived.
"Who's there?!"
The stationed admiral, Fujitora, with his astonishingly powerful Observation Haki, immediately sensed the intruder's presence.
Unable to remain seated, he rushed out at once.
In no time, he walked out of his office, alarming the surrounding marines.
"What an overwhelming presence... Just like a ferocious beast!"
His fearsome-looking eye, marked by two grotesque scars, flickered slightly.
Clad in a purple yukata and draped in the justice cloak, Fujitora turned toward the front, where, at some unknown moment, a thin veil of black mist had begun swirling ominously.
Standing in the dark alley, his expression had never been more solemn and grave.
"Admiral Fujitora!!"
"Is there an enemy?"
"What's going on?"
"Where are the invaders?"
Hearing the commotion, groups of marines rushed over in a panic.
They had already heard the news that various branch bases across the New World had been attacked by the Netherworld Pirates.
"What is that? Black mist?"
Noticing the eerie darkness seeping through the alleyway, they felt as though the light around them was being devoured.
"All of you, stand down! This is not a battle you can interfere with!"
Facing the dark alley, Fujitora gave the order without turning back.
The muscle all over his body was tensed up as he stood there vigilantly.
Only he, a blind man who had lost his sight but mastered Observation Haki to its pinnacle, could truly perceive how terrifying this intruder was.
"What!?"
"Admiral Fujitora..."
The surrounding marines were utterly shocked.
They never expected that the fearless admiral Fujitora, a man blind yet monstrously strong, would display such a tense posture.
But in the next moment, their hearts skipped a beat.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
The black mist stirred, and a towering, shadowy figure began to emerge from the darkness.
The sound of footsteps, neither hurried nor slow, echoed through the dim alleyway.
It seemed unremarkable, yet it resonated like the beating of war drums, reverberating through the entire G-5 branch.
That peculiar rhythm sent shivers through the bodies of the marines.
They could feel it, and their hearts started to pound wildly.
"Ahh..."
"What's going on?!"
"It hurts so much..."
"My heart... It feels like it's going to explode!"
A sudden, agonizing pressure overtook them.
They subconsciously covered their chests and looked in horror at the direction where the sound came from.
Especially those marines gathered behind Fujitora.
Looking at the tall figure in front of them, who was getting clearer and clearer in the darkness, their eyes all widened at the same time.
Everyone opened their mouths in disbelief.
"Gulp... What is that!?"
"Hey, are you kidding?"
"Emperor... of the sea, Black Prison, Obask Luke?"
"Such a monster actually invaded the G-5 directly?"
"Are you Fujitora?"
In the alley of the G-5 branch, the darkness surged as if it had attracted and swallowed up all the light.
The sunset had not yet completely fallen from the sea, but the surroundings had become extremely dim.
Luke's face was calm as he looked down at the figure in front of him, wearing a cloak of justice, holding a cane and a sword, and standing ready.
It was the same as the photo of the new admiral he had seen before.
"I didn't expect that it would be his excellency Obask Luke who came!"
Fujitora took a deep breath, feeling the extreme danger in front of him. He was inexplicably frightened, and his hair stood on end.
"However, do the Netherworld Pirates really want to go to war with the Marines?"
"Hey, the good things done by the World Government... Have ruined all the hard work I have been working on for several years!"
Luke's face was grim, and he laughed three times: "But this is not something that can be revealed with just one sentence!"
Although he just came to vent and ask for interest. But he naturally didn't mind taking this opportunity to take off the head of an admiral to send a chilling warning to the World Government and weaken the marines before an all-out war.
And it's just right, a perfect warm-up before the full-scale war.
"Though I don't know the full story, you don't seem like someone ready for an all-out war against the World Government; please withdraw."
Fujitora had no idea what exactly had transpired in the so-called incident.
But it was clear that the World Government's actions had dealt a devastating blow to the Netherworld Pirates.
Otherwise, the fearsome Black Prison, who rarely acted himself after becoming an emperor of the sea, wouldn't have personally come.
"That won't do..."
Luke cracked his neck.
A series of bone-popping sounds echoed.
His gaze locked onto Fujitora, with his murderous intent surging.
"I may not be fully prepared yet, but I can't just swallow such a massive loss!"
"And what better way to warn those fools... than with the blood of a marine admiral?"