As the war gradually entered a white-hot phase, both sides fell into a stalemate.
Akainu's original plan was to use Squard to assassinate Whitebeard, thereby enraging Whitebeard into attacking him.
He understood Whitebeard, a Pirate who would go to great lengths for a family, for his son who had been deceived.
Whitebeard would surely be enraged by him for deceiving his son; as long as Whitebeard left the Moby Dick to attack him, he would have a chance to burn down the Moby Dick, thus cutting off Whitebeard's retreat.
In fact, Akainu never believed Whitebeard would die easily; his true target was merely that ship.
But now all his plans were ruined by that damned Roger.
Wait, Sengoku on the Execution Platform looked at the visibly emotional Akainu with a solemn expression, as if suddenly struck by a thought.
Why were all their gazes fixed on Roger?
Why did no one pay attention to the person who resurrected Roger? The answer was that pleasure doll!
That's right, it was such an absurd reason that everyone's attention was drawn to Roger.
The resurrection of the legendary Pirate King was already enough to shock the world, but upon discovering his body was such an unsightly adult product, the scene erupted in an uproar; everyone found the matter utterly ridiculous.
However, precisely because of this, everyone overlooked the person truly manipulating everything behind the scenes.
Sengoku seemed to suddenly realize something, looking around the entire battlefield and not seeing Orochimaru.
When did he disappear from Whitebeard's side? A chill instantly ran up his spine, and his hair stood on end.
"Quick! Prepare the execution immediately!" he roared, his voice subtly tinged with panic.
All the Marines froze for a moment; this was not according to the plan.
The soldiers responsible for the execution were the first to recover, and the gleaming blades swiftly turned towards Ace.
Two incredibly sharp blades, one on the left and one on the right, slashed fiercely at Ace's neck, as if Shinigami's scythe was coming for Ace's life.
Just at this critical moment, Crocodile suddenly appeared before the Execution Platform like a sandstorm.
With a swing of his golden hook hand, a surge of yellow sand rose, forming a solid sand wall that blocked the executioners' attack.
The blades struck the sand wall, only kicking up a cloud of dust, unable to advance another inch.
As the two soldiers stopped, two beams of sand blades suddenly shot out from underground, striking the soldiers, who were injured and fell to the ground.
The instant the two soldiers stopped, two blade-like sand blades shot out from underground with lightning speed, precisely striking the unprepared soldiers.
Blood splattered, and the injured executioners fell from the Execution Platform, groaning in pain, plunging the scene into chaos and astonishment.
Sengoku turned in shock, looking at the suddenly appearing Crocodile.
"You bastard! I thought you, with your old grudge against Whitebeard, would be of some help to us, but I didn't expect that rumor to be true; you really have a thing with that Snake from the Straw Hat Pirates! Crocodile!"
The cigar in Crocodile's mouth was almost bitten in half; unable to refute, he did not directly answer the question.
"That dying old man, I'll deal with him myself later.
Before that, I don't want to see your happy faces."
Doflamingo, standing nearby, moved a finger, and a strand of string instantly severed Crocodile's head.
The head was tossed high, turned into sand, fell to the ground, and then reassembled.
The annoyed Doflamingo walked over with an arrogant stride.
"Hey hey... Sand Crocodile... you bastard, you dumped me, are you going to team up with Whitebeard? I'll get jealous."
"I wouldn't... with..." Before he could finish his sentence, Crocodile, who had turned around, choked on his words.
A vein throbbed on his forehead, and he looked at this flamingo, with its pink, flashy feathered coat, with a look of wanting to speak but holding back.
However, there was a white Snake coiled around his shoulder, wrapped in a figure-eight, resting its head on its own tail, happily dozing off, with its small wings drooping, looking like an ornament on the feathered coat.
"You..." Crocodile hesitated.
Although he hadn't seen Orochimaru in his beast form, a white Snake-Snake Fruit, Mythical Zoan... something that looked like both a dragon and a snake, there should only be one such thing, right?
Is this the next victim?
Ace, on the other hand, was utterly shocked.
Others didn't recognize him, but he did... How many was this now????
Garp's face was a little green, one hand covering his face, his mouth twitching.
He seemed to know where all those rumors came from...
You just sleep on people so openly????
Didn't anyone teach you not to sleep like that? Wait... it seems no one did.
He seemed to have slept on Luffy and the others like that since he was little.
So, it's my fault???????
Luffy, on the other hand, sighed, "Another one is about to be tricked."
No, he was still angry with Orochimaru; he couldn't forgive this Snake so easily; he definitely had to beat him up!
Luffy had a feeling he was being set up, which made him very unhappy, but he had no evidence...
But he was just unhappy... his hands were itching... should he learn his grandpa's 'fist of love'?
Sabo was purely jealous... He wanted one too!!! His hat would be very comfortable to sleep on too! He'd modify it when he got back! The brim needed to be wider! And lined with fleece!
Sengoku was also a bit confused, as Orochimaru rarely fought and had left no images.
It seemed only those who had been tricked by Orochimaru paid special attention to him.
So he didn't notice anything amiss, but instinctively felt something was wrong.
Doflamingo felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by a group of people.
"Hey... Sand Crocodile... what kind of look is that..."
"Nothing..."
Crocodile turned his head... Good, with a new target, he wouldn't bother me.
He somewhat admired Orochimaru's ability to lower his presence.
As everyone's gaze was drawn to the Execution Platform, Oars quietly activated the paddle steamer hidden underwater.
In an instant, a group of people quickly assembled on the ship.
Whitebeard let out a loud roar, taking the lead and tearing space apart.
He forcibly created a passage in the main gate's entrance.
At this moment, Oars, with arms like iron clamps, tightly embraced the ship, accelerating his run, and with a powerful swing, he threw the ship with everyone inside through the opened entrance, thus successfully infiltrating the surrounding wall.
And Oars, having completed this series of dangerous maneuvers, retreated to the Moby Dick under cannon fire.
Marco was treating Oars nearby; although he had sustained some injuries, they were not fatal.
It turned out that all of this was their strategy.
Oars, who had once again squatted back on the Moby Dick, still embraced himself dejectedly.
Ace's younger brother was truly amazing; the entire plan was flawless, without the slightest error.
But that guy's scolding was too harsh... He was just impulsive for a moment; did even such situations need to be considered in advance?... Wuwuwu... Not gentle like Ace at all... Ace... It was clearly Old Man who didn't let him participate in the operation, so scold Old Man, wuwuwu... He just wanted to save Ace, that's all.
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