One Piece: Start as a mythical beast, practice to become stronger

After obtaining the permission of the Five Elder Stars, all the hidden powers of the holy land of Mary Joa finally came out in full force, like a long-sleeping beast that was suddenly awakened.

"Rumble..."

The stone statues around the palace suddenly moved. The giant guards that were originally standing on the side of the road turned out to be ancient war puppets, covered with indestructible metal shells, with a cold light in their eyes.

"Don't even think about taking one more step forward!"

"No traffic allowed here!"

At the same time, teams of elite warriors filed out of the underground passage, each of them wearing silver-white armor that symbolized the highest military power. Their appearance seemed to bring with it the force of thunder and lightning, instantly changing the direction of the battle.

As these mysterious forces joined the battlefield, the pirates' attack was suddenly suppressed like never before.

"What's going on? How could the World Government have so many backup plans?!"

"Where's Kaido? He was clearly the leader, so why is he nowhere to be seen now?"

Those pirates who had been charging forward without fear suddenly discovered that they were no longer facing ordinary naval forces, but the real trump card of the World Government.

"I am here to enjoy life, not to die..."

"what!!!"

The screams of the pirates rang out one after another.

These warriors of the World Government are fearless and move as fast as lightning. Almost every blow can accurately take a life.

And those war puppets were like undead monsters. No matter how they were bombarded by artillery or torn by swords, they still moved forward steadily and crushed all the enemies that blocked their way.

"What's going on?! Aren't these guys afraid of death?"

A pirate's eyes widened with fear in his eyes.

He originally thought that he was only facing a human army, but he never expected to encounter an opponent with no weaknesses like this.

The surrounding pirates also began to feel uneasy. Their fighting skills and fearless courage, which they were so proud of, seemed so insignificant in front of these extraordinary beings.

The atmosphere on the battlefield gradually changed. The pirates who had been in high spirits just now began to hesitate, and their offensive steps were no longer as decisive and powerful as before.

Every time a warrior falls, more elite warriors in silver armor will immediately fill the gap; every time a laser tears through the air and shoots towards the enemy, new war puppets will always emerge from the fog.

The pirates gradually realized that the opponents in these battles seemed endless, emerging wave after wave with no sign of end.

"It is indeed the Mary Joa who lives up to her reputation."

An experienced pirate muttered to himself and tightened his grip on the long sword in his hand.

He had heard the legends of the holy land countless times, but now that he had experienced it in person, he truly realized the horror of this city.

The guards here do not seem to be protecting any wealth or treasure, but to defend an unshakable theocracy.

"Boring."

Under the stern gaze of the Five Elder Stars, the various forces in the Holy Land ruthlessly harvested the lives of the invaders.

The smoke and blood in the sky gradually formed a tragic picture. The towering holy tower was like an insurmountable barrier, announcing its inviolability to the world.

As time went by, the pirates were forced to retreat step by step. The victory that they thought was within their grasp now became out of reach.

And every inch of Marijoa's land is proclaiming a truth with iron and blood - the order of the world can only be defined by them.

"ah!!...!"

Before long, the battlefield was filled with a strong smell of blood and corpses were everywhere.

"I don't want to die. I haven't spent all the treasure I stole yet!"

"The World Government is the devil! Run away!!!"

Most of the pirates who were so high-spirited in the early days had now abandoned their weapons and fled in all directions in a panic.

The ground beneath your feet was soaked with blood, turning into a muddy crimson color. The air was filled with the smell of death, which made people feel deeply chilled.

Those pirates who were once arrogant and domineering were now running around like headless flies, with fear and despair in their eyes.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

A pirate screamed loudly, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

The originally fierce attack was shattered by the ruthless counterattack. They were horrified to find that in the face of the true power of the World Government, their courage and arrogance were nothing more than a paper shield that would break at the slightest touch.

Some pirates ran back desperately, even discarding their weapons, wishing they could grow wings and fly away from this hellish battlefield.

Every time a laser swept past, several fugitives fell to the ground instantly, blood splattering everywhere; and those silver-armored warriors ruthlessly reaped the remaining lives, like falcons swooping down to prey, cleanly and neatly.

A seriously injured pirate staggered to the ground. His arm had been cut off long ago and blood was dripping down his shoulder.

He looked at the approaching silver-armored warrior, his eyes full of despair and unwillingness, "Damn it... Is this hell..."

Before he finished his words, a cold light flashed, and the last hope of survival was ruthlessly cut off.

"Don't leave anyone alive!"

The voices of the silver-armored warriors were as cold as iron, as if they were announcing a routine matter rather than a cruel order to kill.

As these words were spoken, the pursuit on the battlefield became more intense. The pirates' escape seemed like a desperate struggle, trying to escape the omnipresent shadow of death.

Seeing that defeat was inevitable, some of the remaining pirates simply gave up resistance, knelt on the ground and raised their hands in surrender.

However, the soldiers of the World Government had no intention of letting them go - those hands raised high were swallowed up by the cold light before they could even utter a word of plea.

The Five Elders on a high tower in the distance watched this tragic scene with cold expressions, without a trace of fluctuation.

To them, the massacre was nothing more than a necessary cleansing operation, and any amount of blood shed was worth it in order to consolidate their rule.

In their eyes, the pirates' defeat and wailing were nothing more than their last struggle before the dust settled.

"It seems that these clowns pose no threat."

One of them snorted contemptuously, turned and walked into the tower, as if the noise of the battlefield had nothing to do with him.

Their gaze had long since passed beyond this purgatory of blood and fire and began to focus on the deeper enemies and the driving force behind the scenes.

As the rebellion was quelled, the Five Elders regained their calm and confident attitude towards victory.

They sat in the high conference room, in front of a heavy long table, and everyone's expression seemed to have never been shaken.

The huge windows on the wall cast a soft light on them, reflecting the gorgeous lines of their robes, making them look so calm and majestic.

"Nothing more than that," one of them said lightly, with undisguised contempt in his voice, "These pirates are really just clowns."

He raised his hand, picked up the teacup on the table, and took a sip. His movements were so graceful that it seemed as if the war just now was just a pastime in his afternoon leisure time.

"Indeed, our real enemies are still in the dark, and these rubbish are far from enough to shake the foundation of the world."

Another of the Five Elders took over the conversation with a calm tone, as if he had seen through everything.

Those who think they can shake the world government are nothing more than ants that are ruthlessly crushed time and time again.

After this battle, their strength and courage were completely destroyed, and they no longer had the energy to create new waves.

Steady footsteps echoed in the meeting room. Several other Five Elders stood up from their seats, walked to the window, and looked down at Mary Joa in the distance.

Even after this turmoil, the holy land still stands tall, and the exquisite palaces and statues remain the same, as if nothing had changed.

The sunlight shines on the magnificent buildings, illuminating a sacred and inviolable glow, just like the rule of the world government, which remains high above and cannot be questioned.

"Stay alert," said one of the Five Elders coldly. "Although this incident has subsided, the manipulator behind the scenes has not surfaced yet. We need to stay awake to these undercurrents."

His eyes swept over the other people in the room, and his tone was calm and unquestionable.

"That's right," another of the Five Elders echoed, his lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile, "We are the real masters of this world. All conspiracies and tricks will eventually be resolved by us. As long as we are willing, any resistance will be ruthlessly suppressed."

He put his hands behind his back, his eyes revealing an unwavering determination.

As the words fell, the meeting hall fell silent again, as if the uproar had never happened.

The Five Elders returned to their posture of controlling everything, with deep confidence in their eyes, as if they were examining every chess piece on the board.

They believe that they are still the dominant ones manipulating the game, and no matter how those seemingly dangerous chess pieces jump, they will ultimately not be able to escape the shackles of fate.

They were confident of victory, as if the whole world was still running as they had predicted, without any deviation.

"At least now the strength of the various forces on the sea is stable again."

"It's better to be steady."

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