"Fufufufufu... damn Whitebeard Pirates! Even after leaving, they've screwed us over!" Doflamingo's laugh was sharp with fury.
"The Marines are getting closer. We have to decide now—we're out of time!" one of his crew members urged.
"Doffy, let's get out of here. Clashing with the Marines right now isn't wise."
Doflamingo remained silent for a moment, his expression grim.
He knew this encounter was the first time he'd ever suffered such a setback since entering the underworld.
The sight of the countless warships confirmed his fear.
"The Marines are dead serious this time. This is the Buster Call!"
The Marines had deployed an overwhelming force, clearly intending to wipe out all pirate activity in the area.
"We won't take the blame for Whitebeard!" he declared. "Retreat! We'll break through from the rear!"
Doflamingo made his decision.
A full-on battle with the Marines wasn't worth the cost, the only option was to find an opening and escape as quickly as possible.
Not long after the Donquixote Pirates' departure, the roar of Marine artillery followed close behind.
One pitch-black cannonball after another rained down, trailing long, fiery tails before crashing into the jungles of Jaya.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Deafening explosions shook the entire island, shattering its once peaceful atmosphere.
The pirates scouring the forest for clues had no warning of the sudden attack.
Many were struck directly, dying instantly as blood mixed with dirt, painting a gruesome scene.
The survivors were terrified.
They had never faced such a fierce and precise assault before and panic quickly consumed them.
Some forgot which way to run, stumbling around in circles, while others desperately sought cover.
By the time they finally regained their senses and tried to flee, what greeted them was an unbroken line of Marine warships along the coast, with fully armed soldiers standing ready for battle.
Faced with such overwhelming numbers, even the fiercest pirates felt unprecedented despair.
For those who had once ruled the seas with impunity, the only thing left was to escape this hellish place as fast as possible.
"Damn it all! Where did so many Marines come from?!"
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven... ten—there's no way to count them all!"
"It's a Buster Call! They've launched a Buster Call on Jaya! Everyone, run for your lives!"
"The Buster Call that annihilates everything!"
"We're finished!"
The pirates were thrown into complete chaos, scrambling desperately toward the shoreline.
Each of them fought to board the ships anchored there, hoping to break through the encirclement.
But as they rushed in a panic, a new series of explosions erupted in the sky.
These cannonballs were aimed precisely at their vessels.
With thunderous roars, one pirate ship after another was blasted apart, debris flying in all directions.
Witnessing this, some pirates, unwilling to accept death so easily, immediately fled deeper into the forest.
Others, seeing their own ships destroyed, began charging madly toward any vessel that was still intact, hoping to seize it for a chance to escape.
The entire area descended into a living hell as pirates slaughtered each other over limited resources, all while the air thickened with fear and despair.
On the marine warship, Vice Admiral Momonga stood on the command deck, his gaze sharp as he observed the scene ahead.
The flames on Jaya Island raged, and even from this distance, the scorching heat seemed to press against them in oppressive waves.
"Second volley, prepare!" Vice Admiral Momonga's voice was firm and commanding.
"Target remains the pirate ships along the shore. Hit them hard! Let these pirates learn the price of daring to challenge the Marine's authority."
With the order given, the soldiers sprang into action with disciplined efficiency.
Soon, a thunderous boom shattered the sea's calm, followed by a rapid succession of explosions.
The tremendous force obliterated several ships and sent towering plumes of water towards the sky.
But Vice Admiral Momonga did not pause.
"Third volley, prepare!" he commanded. "Full coverage—suppress and destroy all sectors! Leave the enemy no room to breathe."
This time, even more artillery joined the assault.
The entire island seemed engulfed in flames and smoke, with every cannonball leaving behind massive craters.
The air reeked of charred debris, and even the sky was stained with dark crimson.
A Rear Admiral beside him spoke up hesitantly, his tone uneasy.
"Vice Admiral Momonga, should we consider evacuating the civilians on the island first? After all—"
"Hmph!" Momonga cut him off with a cold snort, his eyes gleaming with ruthlessness.
"Months ago, this island was seized and purged by the Whitebeard Pirates. There are no civilians left. So spare no effort—hit them with everything we have! If even one escapes, you'll be held accountable!"
"Yes, sir!" the officer immediately responded, determined not to let even a mosquito slip away.
"Yes, sir!" the other soldiers echoed in unison, their morale soaring.
They poured all their strength into firing relentlessly, as if unleashing their fury upon the enemy.
At this moment, the Marines was finally declaring war on the pirates.
This news filled everyone with unparalleled excitement, as they knew a Marine Admiral was resting within the warship, giving their actions the highest level of support.
To hell with all the pirates!
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