These words pierced Akainu's heart like a dagger, thoroughly enraging him.
Akainu had spent his entire life pursuing "Absolute Justice," firmly believing that only by executing all criminals could peace and tranquility be brought to the world.
Misaka Mikoto's words had struck right at the core of his convictions.
He was well aware that within the Navy, there existed many injustices, and numerous heinous criminals had not received the punishment they deserved.
But as a Navy Admiral, he could only stand firm in his position and uphold the Navy's honor.
What he found even more intolerable was that the members of Shadow Garden—these "evil individuals"—dared to cloak themselves in the guise of justice, accuse the Navy of injustice, and even openly oppose the Navy.
In his eyes, the people of Shadow Garden were nothing but wicked criminals, and their so-called "eradication of evil" was merely an excuse to cover up their own misdeeds.
"Glib-tongued!" Akainu roared. "Do not use justice as a cloak to conceal your evil nature!
Today, I shall act on behalf of heaven and completely annihilate you, you brat! Die, Great Eruption!"
Before his words faded, Akainu swung his fist once more. An even larger mass of magma erupted instantly, carrying scorching heat capable of destroying heaven and earth as it surged fiercely toward Misaka Mikoto.
Wherever the magma passed, the very space twisted and warped under its intense heat. For a moment, the entire battlefield was enveloped in the magma's searing temperature, becoming unbearably hot.
Faced with such a terrifying attack, the smile on Misaka Mikoto's face remained unchanged.
She gently raised her right hand, gathering dense electric currents in her palm, which formed a massive bolt of lightning that shot toward the magma, colliding with the Great Eruption.
"Railgun!"
Boom!
The Railgun and the magma collided, intertwining blue electricity with red magma, generating a terrifying shockwave of energy that swept out in all directions.
On the battlefield, both Navy soldiers and pirates were forced back by the shockwave, expressions of fear appearing on their faces.
They quickly distanced themselves from the two combatants. In such a horrifying battlefield, even a glancing blow from the aftermath of their clash could mean instant death!
The clash between two Admiral-level powerhouses became the most dazzling focal point of the battlefield.
However, this Summit War had gathered countless top-tier powerhouses from the pirate world. While the confrontation between Admirals was stunning, it could not monopolize all attention.
Just then, a heavy, rhythmic sound of footsteps suddenly echoed.
Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
With each step, the entire sea surface trembled slightly.
Everyone instinctively turned toward the source of the footsteps, and in an instant, they were left dumbstruck by the sight before them.
A figure of unimaginable size was slowly emerging from the depths of the sea.
His feet touched the seabed, half of his body submerged in the water, while the other half towered above the sea surface like a moving mountain, blocking out large swathes of sunlight and casting an enormous shadow over the water.
His size was so colossal that ordinary pirate ships seemed like mere toys in a child's hands before him. Even the Navy's massive warships barely reached the height of his knees.
Step by step, he steadily advanced toward Marineford, each stride stirring up waves upon the sea.
"What... what is that thing?!"
A young marine trembled in fear, nearly dropping his weapon from his hands.
He had never seen such a colossal figure before. Even the giants of the world paled in comparison to the sight before him.
A Navy Rear Admiral snapped back to his senses, his expression instantly turning grave as he barked an order:
"Quick, attack! Open fire immediately! Don't let him approach the inner bay! We absolutely cannot allow him to break through our defenses!"
"Yes, sir!"
Following the Rear Admiral's command, the navy cannons along the coastline instantly aimed at the massive figure. Countless shells rained down toward him like a torrential downpour.
Faced with this overwhelming barrage, the giant made no attempt to dodge, instead enduring every single attack head-on.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
A series of deafening explosions rang out as the shells struck the giant's body, blossoming into crimson sprays of blood.
Yet even so, the giant did not halt his advance.
Those shells, powerful enough to blast ordinary pirates to pieces, merely left small wounds upon his enormous frame.
These injuries seemed trivial compared to his massive body—like nothing more than mosquito bites.
He continued his steady march forward, a low, rumbling cry echoing from his throat across the entire battlefield:
"Ace, I'm here to save you!"
Hearing this cry, Ace on the execution platform shuddered.
He recognized that colossal figure—it was Little Oars Jr., a descendant of Oars and a member of the Whitebeard Pirates.
He never expected that Little Oars Jr. would charge ahead alone, disregarding all danger, just to rescue him.
Beside the execution platform, Vice Admiral Tsuru stared at the giant figure, her brow tightly furrowed:
"What an enormous size... He must be a descendant of the Country-Mover Oars, right?
Only the lineage of Oars could grow so immense."
The fame of Oars had long spread across the seas.
With his colossal size and formidable strength, he had left behind countless legends.
The giants of Oars' lineage inherited his bloodline, their size far surpassing that of ordinary giants, and their strength was utterly terrifying.
A Navy Rear Admiral standing beside Vice Admiral Tsuru nodded repeatedly, his face filled with awe:
"He's too huge! He completely surpasses my understanding of the giant race!
Ordinary giants are only about ten meters tall, but this giant before us is dozens of meters high—he's practically a moving mountain!"
Little Oars Jr.'s sheer size and strength alone were enough to cause massive devastation on the battlefield. If he were to break into the inner bay, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"We can't let him invade the inner bay, or our defenses will be completely shattered!"
A Navy Captain exclaimed urgently as he watched Little Oars Jr. drawing closer.
As soon as he spoke, the marines and officers on the scene redirected their firepower, launching a fierce, coordinated assault on Little Oars Jr.
Faced with this all-out attack, Little Oars Jr. still did not retreat an inch, enduring every bit of the damage inflicted upon him.
Wounds multiplied across his body, blood continuously seeping from the injuries, staining his flesh crimson and dyeing the surrounding seawater red.
In just a few minutes, he was covered in wounds—countless, horrifying injuries.
Yet he seemed to feel no pain, his gaze still resolute, his mind fixed on a single thought—to save Ace!
From a distance, Moria's eyes lit up instantly at the sight, his face revealing a greedy expression:
"Hahaha, a descendant of Oars, and also a subordinate of Whitebeard?
Excellent, the heavens are truly helping me. If I can obtain his corpse, I will surely be able to transform him into a powerful zombie.
When that time comes, my strength will greatly increase, and I will no longer have to endure the arrogance of the Navy and the other Seven Warlords of the Sea!"