South Army Commander Lindbergh's expression grew grave. Ashveil was now locked in combat with the colossal war machine, Uranus. The minor injuries he sustained seemed trivial compared to the catastrophic power he faced.
"Take this, Tyrant Kuma. You must deliver this crucial message to Ashveil immediately!" Lindbergh instructed.
Kuma reached for the wireless sonic device but immediately noticed he could not pinpoint the Whitebeard Pirates' exact location. A tense unease spread through the room.
"Tyrant Kuma, what shall we do?" he asked, pleading with Lindbergh.
"Do not worry, Kuma. Leave it to me. I can locate the Whitebeard Pirates within minutes," Lindbergh replied, trying to calm the fear that threatened to overwhelm them both.
Despite Lindbergh's confidence, Kuma's eyes betrayed his concern. Having spent time in Holy Land Mary Geoise, he understood all too well the devastating potential of Uranus. Among the three Ancient Weapons—Uranus, Poseidon, and Pluton—Uranus was the most fearsome. Each of its cannonballs could obliterate a small island, and even someone as legendary as Pirate King Roger would be powerless against a single strike.
Watching Ashveil dodge thousands of cannonballs on live broadcast sent a cold sweat down Kuma's mechanical frame. Deep respect and concern for Ashveil's safety mingled in his mind. Kuma knew Uranus's most devastating attack had yet to come.
"I understand, Kuma, but this is all I can do right now," Lindbergh said, tension etched across his face.
Dragon, still recovering from his injuries, spoke first. "There's no use worrying now. Tell us, Kuma, what is Uranus's critical weakness?"
Kuma's serious gaze swept over the assembled Revolutionary Army members. "Uranus appears invincible, but it has one fatal flaw," he began. "The cockpit, designed specifically for human operators, is its vulnerability. If the crew inside is incapacitated, Uranus is effectively paralyzed, even if the weapon itself is not destroyed."
He continued, his voice steady under everyone's scrutiny. "The cockpit lies ten meters below the center of the machine, a location resembling the human heart. Strike there, and the mightiest of weapons can be disabled."
On the battlefield, Ashveil and Imu maintained their tense standoff. Observing the Whitebeard crew under the Conqueror's Haki wall and the monstrous Uranus, Ashveil allowed himself a faint grimace.
"Pushing me this far, Imu, your strength is still impressive," Ashveil said, frowning.
"What's wrong, Ashveil? Uranus is only beginning its assault. Are you considering surrender?" Imu taunted from Uranus's cockpit, a disdainful smile curling her lips. "Submit to me, and you may rise above all others."
Ashveil's lips curved into a faint, confident smile. "Do not jest, Imu. I submit to no one. Freedom has always been my goal, and it shall remain so."
Imu's sneer deepened, irritated by his defiance. "Then go on your way, human. Tell that to the King of Hell underground," she spat, unleashing a surge of energy that caused Uranus to roar to life.
The surrounding air grew stifling, fear and tension radiating from Uranus's awakening. Even figures like Whitebeard, Golden Lion Shiki, and Hawkeye Mihawk felt sweat bead on their foreheads.
"It smells like fusion…" Shiki murmured, noting the unnatural energy.
Whitebeard's gaze sharpened, realization dawning. "This is the combination of Conqueror's Haki and Devil Fruit powers. I understand now… the primal fear Ashveil must inspire in his enemies."
Everyone stared as Uranus's preparations culminated in the appearance of a colossal fire dragon, its eyes blazing as it scorched the sky. The air temperature rose dramatically, drying the moisture and threatening to overwhelm those within the Haki wall.
Admirals Aokiji and Kizaru exchanged glances, recognition dawning. "The Magma Fruit's ability…?" Aokiji murmured.
Kizaru's sunglasses reflected the red glare. "Indeed… Akainu's power manifested through Uranus."
Fleet Admiral Sengoku noticed yet another anomaly. A yellow-light dragon appeared, blinding in intensity, forming alongside the first. Uranus's fusion of powers created a twin-headed dragon, ready to strike at Ashveil with devastating speed.
"Go!" Imu commanded. The two dragons surged, displacement rivaling the speed of light. Even Ashveil, within his Overlord Color Domain, braced for the assault.
"Overlord Color Domain, activate!" Ashveil commanded, vanishing from sight as the twin-headed dragon bore down upon him.
Uranus, transforming further, extended a massive Sea Stone sword, glowing ominously under the sunlight. Whitebeard and Mihawk watched in stunned disbelief.
A flash of light, and the massive weapon disappeared, leaving the air to cool gradually. While the immediate threat subsided, the Whitebeard Pirates remained tense. Could Ashveil truly defeat the world's most feared weapon?
Unknown to them, Ashveil had activated multiple Overlord Color Domains simultaneously, extending his instantaneous range several times over. He reappeared ten kilometers from the crew, successfully luring the twin-headed dragon away.
The subsequent underwater explosion unleashed waves hundreds of feet high. Sea Kings in the depths were obliterated, leaving the ocean surface littered with massive casualties, a stark testament to the scale of Uranus's destructive power.
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