**Chapter 59: Requesting Follow-up Reads! The Mystery of the Slave King's Ability!**
[Splurt!]
A bright Blade Light flashed with a diagonal slash. Three white-robed Warriors wearing Green Collar in front of Colonel Haros splattered Blood. A long Bloody Wound was cut open from shoulder to abdomen. The sudden intense pain caused them to fall to the Ground howling madly, but they could only lie there dying as more and more Blood soaked the Sand.
This Base Commander, stationed on Watermelon Island at the 194th Branch, scanned the surrounding Battlefield Situation with a heavy expression.
At some point, the Bombardment from both sides had ended. As large numbers of Marines braving Cannon Fire and Bullet Rain charged into the trenches of the Slave Guard Legion, the form of combat changed from a shootout with Weapons to a brutal melee with cold weapons.
Blades and axes clashed, sparks flew everywhere, hideous Faces, Blood-soaked Sand covered the Ground, mad howls, corpses everywhere – the entire coastal Desert was completely enveloped by the brutal Aura of this primitive slaughter.
Initially, the Marines held the advantage.
But the Military Strength of the Slave Guard side seemed endless. Every moment, young and Strong Warriors holding Blades and axes would emerge from the Tunnels.
They were Strong and robust, comparable to Marine Soldiers from Headquarters. They feared no pain or death, and their fighting was extremely frantic. As long as their Limbs could still move, like the most fanatical death warriors, they would use their teeth and nails, like beasts that had lost their minds, and would not stop until death.
Facing such opponents, even well-trained Marines were gradually starting to struggle.
Having no other choice, the few high-ranking Officers who had stayed behind on the Warships could only land and join the battle. Not only Colonel Haros, but even Rear Admiral Aven was currently in the distance slaughtering those around him with extremely high Efficiency.
It was precisely because of their participation that the Marine side finally stabilized the Situation, but the follow-up Troops of the Slave Guard Legion were endless.
This had already exceeded the number of around 30,000 Total Military Strength described in the Intelligence!
It should be known that the Tutmos Kingdom was fighting on four fronts, plus a portion needed to stay behind in the Royal Capital. Calculating this way, the Military Strength on each Battlefield should be around 6,000 people.
While their Marine side was roughly around 3,000 people, logically, the Military Strength gap wasn't very large. But looking out now, the Sand Sea was full of the former's Warriors. Just by visual estimation, it felt like close to 10,000 people.
"Damn it, those bastards from CP2! This Intelligence is definitely wrong!"
Colonel Haros cursed angrily while his Blade drew Blood with every strike. He charged through the Battlefield, and wherever he went, there was basically no opponent who could last a single exchange.
Although he didn't know Six Powers, his Swordsmanship could be considered exquisite. Coupled with the Speed, Reaction, and Strength honed through years of training, he was certainly worthy of the Coat of Justice on his body.
Furthermore, although Dragon took away all the Officers from Marine Headquarters except for Rear Admiral Aven, he didn't take the Headquarters Officer below them.
Captains, First Lieutenants, Second Lieutenants, Warrant Officers – if these people were placed in a Four Seas Branch, each would be enough to serve as an Officer (Field Grade) guarding a region. Some of them even had Strength exceeding Colonel Haros.
This meant that on the Battlefield at this Time, there were hundreds of Branch Colonels, Lieutenant Colonels, Majors, and Commanders not wearing the Coat of Justice!
Although the Slave Guard Legion had a large number of people, wanting to defeat so many skilled Marines in a short Time was basically an Impossible Matter, let alone with a proper Flag Officer like Rear Admiral Aven overseeing things.
"These guys aren't Soldiers!"
Just at this moment, a rather dull Marine Soldier from the South Blue thought he had discovered a shocking Secret.
He noticed that the 'Warriors' on the Slave Guard Legion side had gradually changed from the previous neat standard Breastplates and white robe skirts to tattered clothing emitting a rotten stench, and the Weapons in their hands were also a mess.
The only thing that was the same was that their Strength was great and they were all fighting desperately.
"Shut up!"
At this moment, a Major from the 194th Branch nearby shouted a reprimand.
In fact, someone had already noticed this point long ago. Coupled with the clues about the Slave King of the Underworld, it wasn't hard to guess that these people were very likely the Slaves that their side had come to rescue.
But what did that Matter?
On such a bloody, brutal Battlefield where it was a fight to the death, even if they didn't know why these Slaves were fighting so frantically for the Tutmos Royal Palace, as long as they swung Blades and axes towards their side, they were enemies. They could only kill them first before investigating the reason!
At the same time, Inside the City of Shabak City, where the outcome of the War could truly be decided, the huge Warships in the High Altitude had stopped their Bombardment.
Because the ordinary Slave Guards who had stayed behind had already been slaughtered by fifty Marine Officers, there was no need to further destroy the Buildings.
And it was also easy to affect their own side.
One could see that using the entire Sand City as an arena, fifty Marine Elite wearing White Greatcoat, using Six Powers, Swordsmanship, and Devil Fruit Abilities, were locked in fierce combat with Royal Guard Warriors whose bodies were covered in black Markings, like Brute Beasts.
They fought fast against fast, each transforming into incredibly fast White Shadows and Black Shadows. On rooftops, in alleys, and even in Mid-air, they engaged in fierce battles. Due to the difference in numbers, basically every Officer had to deal with two Royal Guards simultaneously.
The five-minute duration of Powerful Water seemed short, but for this group of Superman, every minute was enough for dozens of exchanges. Their stamina was abundant, their Strength was great, and their Speed was exceptional.
An ordinary person, even if given a safe place to watch, could only see streaks of Afterimages flashing by with their naked eye. If the distance was closer, their eardrums would also be ruptured by the continuous Sonic Booms.
Boom! Boom!
Earthen houses struck by heavy blows were collapsing. The Ground full of sand was covered in Dents. With every full-strength attack, it was accompanied by muffled thunder-like Sonic Booms and roars.
There were also continuous shouts and Battle Cries, Blades and axes clashing, and occasional cries of pain after being injured, making people feel both Fear and Excitement.
This place was hell for the cowardly, but paradise for the warlike!
Suddenly, a Green Whirlwind appeared in the sky. It turned out that Dragon could no longer hold back and finally made his move.
He didn't know what the Situation was with these Black Mark Guards, nor did he know that the Effect of Powerful Water only lasted five minutes. What he saw was that the Elite he brought were constantly getting injured.
Although no one had been seriously injured or killed in battle so far, he also didn't want to actually wait until casualties occurred.
Actually, Dragon had been waiting for the Slave King, King Taklamakan, to appear, but he waited and waited and he just didn't show up. So he decided to first deal with this group of strange, berserk Warriors.
One could see his entire body transform into a mass of high-speed rotating tornado storm. Like a giant spiral drill, wherever it passed, it was a scene of blood and wind, with wreckage everywhere.
No matter how berserk the emotions of the Black Mark Guards who drank Powerful Water were, no matter how Strong their Strength was, as long as they were swept by the tornado, they would die on the spot!
Whether it was one person or two, even if they were in groups of three or five, this green tornado completely welcomed all comers. It had an invincible Posture that said, as long as you dare to charge up or I catch you, then I will grant you death by a thousand cuts.
Unstoppable!
At this moment, Dragon displayed the power of the Top-tier Logia Hurricane Fruit to the fullest extent before all the Marine Officers.
But what they didn't know was that this was just a warm-up. After all, Dragon's Devil Fruit Ability had not yet Awakened.
The most terrifying aspect of the Logia System lies in its super-large-scale Destructive Power after Awakening, like a Natural Disaster. And this point, for someone like him who had only eaten the Fruit for a year, seemed a bit distant.
[Roar!]
Just as the tornado that Dragon had transformed into was sweeping through Shabak City, and just as the surrounding Marine Officers revealed a hint of Excitement, a large mass of Yellow Sandstorm surged out from the entrance/exit leading to the Underground Space.
[Boom!]
The next moment, the Yellow Sandstorm and the green tornado fiercely collided. Instantly, an extremely violent Wind swept across the entire area, pushing all the surrounding Black Mark Guards and Marine Officers out of the central Zone of Sand City. Immediately after, the Sand Tornado formed by the entanglement of the two shot up into the sky, flying higher and higher, and quickly passed over the huge Warships in Mid-air.
"I didn't expect you're actually a Logia System user too. Do you want to be my Slave~~"
High above, in the World filled with yellow sand and green wind, a voice mixed with Excitement and mockery sounded in Dragon's ear.
However, his attention was focused on one Matter.
"What's going on with this Slave King's Ability? Is he also a Logia System user? But didn't the Intelligence say he was a Paramecia System user?"
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