Meanwhile, Katakuri's figure quietly vanished from the edge of the battlefield's, slowly opening his eyes as he constantly monitored the surrounding movements.
During his battle with Garp, he cleverly used the power of the Mochi Mochi Fruit to create a lifelike illusion of feigned death.
The illusion was so vivid, as if he had truly collapsed in a pool of blood, successfully deceiving everyone's eyes.
Perospero and Brulee utilized the Mirror-Mirror Fruit ability, working in perfect sync to infiltrate the inner depths of Impel Down with Katakuri.
The prison was dimly lit with flickering lights, cold iron bars lining the walls, and the air thick with an oppressive, decaying stench.
"Hurry, straight to Level Six!" Katakuri urged in a low voice, his eyes sharp as blades, his trident gleaming coldly, ready for any threat.
"This way!"
Perospero led the way according to the map they had obtained, while Brulee swiftly placed a mirror in an inconspicuous spot on the wall, using her Devil Fruit ability to ensure they could return to this location at any time.
The three then rushed toward the next level, their footsteps echoing rapidly through the prison corridors.
Inside Impel Down, Hannyabal stood guard at a passageway with a group of jailers.
His eyes betrayed tension and unease, frequently darting around his surroundings.
When he spotted Katakuri and the others suddenly appearing, his face turned as pale as a ghost, as if death itself had descended.
Beads of sweat, large as peas, formed on his forehead and rolled down his cheeks, while the spear in his hand trembled uncontrollably.
"How... how did these guys get here?!" Hannyabal thought in terror, his mind racing for a solution.
But he quickly calmed down, realizing that with the jailers' current strength, there was no way they could stop these ferocious intruders.
Resisting would be nothing but suicide!
Hannyabal's eyes shifted, and he feigned a delayed reaction, deliberately shouting loudly.
"Quick! Stop them!"
However, he subtly retreated a few steps, clearly stalling for time.
Katakuri cast him a cold, piercing glance, ignoring Hannyabal's cries, and charged toward the lower-level entrance with Perospero and Brulee.
Seeing this, Hannyabal breathed a sigh of relief, his tense nerves finally relaxing.
He quickly hid to the side, leaning against the wall as he gasped for air heavily.
Just then, his gaze fell upon Luffy, who was restrained by Seastone Cuffs.
Luffy lay exhausted on the ground, curled up and panting heavily, his face covered in sweat and dust, clearly drained of energy.
Hannyabal hesitated, his mind torn.
He knew helping Luffy might cause trouble, but he also feared Vice Admiral Garp's wrath.
In the end, he strode over, grabbed Luffy by the collar, and dragged him to a safer spot.
He muttered under his breath, "Kid, don't you die here. If Vice Admiral Garp goes berserk, I can't handle the consequences..."
Luffy looked up, forcing a weak smile, his lips chapped and his voice faint.
"Th... thank you..."
Hannyabal waved a hand dismissively, a hint of impatience in his tone. "Don't thank me. I just don't want any trouble. These guys fight too brutally—I don't want to get caught in the crossfire."
With that, he quickly ducked behind cover, cautiously observing the situation on the battlefield.
As for Katakuri and the others who had broken into Impel Down, he couldn't be bothered to deal with them!
He thought to himself, 'Let them cause chaos—the bigger, the better. Hopefully, it'll get Magellan fired, and I, Hannyabal, can rise to become the greatest warden in Impel Down's history!'
At the same time, he prayed silently in his heart, 'I hope this battle ends soon... I still want to become the prison warden, I don't want to die here...'
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Inside Impel Down.
Dim lights flickered weakly, and the air was thick with a damp, decaying smell.
Katakuri and the others descended steadily, their expressions was cold and stern.
Their scarves fluttered gently behind them, and the tridents in their hands gleamed with a chilling light, like the scythes of the Grim Reaper, ready to harvest lives at any moment.
When they reached the third level, they happened to run into a large group of people, including Emporio Ivankov, fleeing outward.
The narrow corridor was packed with people, the chaotic sounds of footsteps and shouts echoing in the dimly lit space.
Both sides stopped in the cramped hallway, and the atmosphere instantly grew tense, like a tightly drawn string ready to snap at any moment.
Ivankov stood at the front, his pink velvet cape swaying gently behind him.
An exaggerated smile was plastered on his face, but a hint of wariness flickered in his eyes.
He tilted his head and asked, "What's going on? Has Impel Down really been breached? Otherwise, why would members of the Big Mom Pirates be here?"
"The Revolutionary Army, Emporio Ivankov, the Queen of the Kamabakka Kingdom,"
Katakuri murmured, his eyes sweeping over Ivankov and the others as he narrowed them slightly.
He calculated silently in his mind, noting that there were many Devil Fruit users among this group.
If he captured them all, they could fetch a good price, bringing a considerable fortune to the Big Mom Pirates.
Thinking this, the corners of his lips curled upward almost imperceptibly.
He spoke calmly, his tone carrying a hint of probing, "What happened down below?"
Seeing that the other party showed no hostility, Ivankov relaxed slightly and waved his hand and said.
"An unknown riot broke out on the sixth level below! All the jailer beasts of Impel Down have vanished, no one knows where they went! Now is the perfect chance for us to escape!"
His voice carried a note of excitement, as if he could already see the dawn of freedom.
Katakuri's expression instantly turned grave, his brows furrowing tightly.
He thought to himself, 'A riot on the sixth level?'
Could something have gone wrong there? If that's the case, it would be troublesome.
The purpose of this raid on Impel Down was precisely for the sixth level.
If something unexpected happened there, wouldn't this entire trip be in vain?
And Big Mom is still outside, holding off those people.
'If we return empty-handed because of some mishap, mama's likely to go berserk!'
His gaze fell once again on Ivankov and the others, a cold glint flashing in his eyes like winter frost, sending chills down one's spine.
Since the sixth level might be compromised, this group of Devil Fruit users could serve as a backup plan, something to show for this operation.
Otherwise, this whole endeavor would be a massive loss!
Ivankov noticed the change in Katakuri's eyes, and alarm bells instantly rang in his mind, as if an invisible hand had gripped his heart tightly.
He had heard of Katakuri's strength and knew he was not someone to be trifled with.
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