r18novel Chapter 122 The Wound from Behind: Whitebeard Assassinated
Chapter 122 The Wound from Behind: Whitebeard Assassinated
Chapter 122 The Wound from Behind: Whitebeard Assassinated
Northwest coast of Alabasta.
The intense battle suddenly stopped, resulting in a strange stalemate.
The naval soldiers' faces showed a mixture of exhaustion, confusion, and a hint of barely perceptible relief.
The relentless rain of destruction suddenly stopped, allowing their tense nerves to catch their breath.
But the terrifying energy fluctuations that emanated from the distant inland lands, which caused the world to lose its color, left them with lingering fears, unsure whether it was a blessing or a curse.
The two lieutenant generals leading the troops, Momousagi Gion and Chaton Kakei, had solemn expressions.
They received the latest instructions from the Sengoku commander via Den Den Mushi (a type of electric scooter).
"Thank you for your hard work in dealing with the world's strongest man. The fire rain has stopped, but an unknown and drastic change has occurred in the direction of Katrea."
"No attack is needed now. Prioritize securing the defensive line and postpone a full-scale conflict with Whitebeard, but make sure to contain his movements!"
The voice on the other end of the phone was terrifying as Sengoku, Garp, and Aokiji faced Crocodile.
The reason they didn't go to the front lines to deal with the various forces was because they were afraid that the Crocodile bomb might malfunction.
Old Sha sat upright, outwardly calm, but inwardly under immense pressure.
However, he is now very grateful that the devastating fire rain has finally been resolved.
Meanwhile, the Whitebeard Pirates.
Edward Newgate stands tall, holding the Kumagiri sword.
He also sensed the terrifying energy burst in the distance and the cessation of the fire rain, but his wrinkled face remained as immovable and dignified as a mountain.
He stopped his attack, looked at the naval formation standing ready ahead, and spoke in a low, imposing voice.
"Hey, you little brats from the Navy, looks like the trouble in the sky is temporarily resolved. What, are you still going to stop me?"
He paused, a powerful shockwave brewing at the tip of his blade, causing the air along the entire coastline to tremble.
"You should know that if I didn't want to waste too much energy here, with your troops..."
"One strike is enough!"
"Get out of the way! The men of this sea have gathered here for the Holy Grail War. Don't waste my time!"
His words were filled with absolute confidence and domineering pressure, as if stating an indisputable fact.
Marco, Joz, and other captains stood guard on both sides, exuding an overbearing aura.
They absolutely believed in their father's power.
In the naval camp, Momousagi and Chaton looked grim, but Sengoku's orders and the enemy's destructive power made them hesitant to act rashly.
The atmosphere became tense for a moment.
However, just as both of them were focused on each other, the white-bearded man's mind relaxed for a very subtle moment.
A sudden change has occurred!
The shadow beneath the white-bearded man's feet twisted and swelled without warning.
A figure completely blended into the shadows appeared silently, like a ghost!
The short sword he wielded, formed from shadow, pierced the white-bearded man's broad back with a speed that surpassed the reaction of everyone present.
Pfft!
A soft yet chilling sound of a blade piercing flesh rang out!
too fast!
So weird!
Even the Observation Haki of the crowd could only catch a blurry afterimage!
"Dad!!!"
All the members of the Whitebeard Pirates were filled with shame and despair, and screamed in terror!
The white-bearded man's massive body shuddered violently.
He looked down in disbelief and saw a black sword tip protruding from his chest, leaving a trail of blood!
The strange, cursed power contained within the sword instantly invaded his already overburdened body.
This attack not only caused severe physical damage, but also triggered the Tremor-Tremor Fruit, which he had been suppressing, to erupt.
"Nya-yi-yi!"
A painful groan escaped from deep within the white-bearded man's throat.
His imposing figure swayed, and his immense power receded like a tide. The sword Murakumogiri slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a heavy thud. He himself collapsed to one knee, blood quickly staining his crescent-shaped white beard.
"Navy!! You despicable bastards!!"
Jozu's massive, diamond-like fist slammed into the ground, roaring as he charged toward the Marine camp!
The other captains and pirates also instantly turned red-eyed and drew their weapons.
"Wait! It's not us!"
Momousagi immediately shouted sternly, and she and Chaton also looked surprised and solemn.
"Everyone on alert! There's a third party!"
The naval soldiers nervously raised their weapons, but they were truly unaware of the sudden attack.
The atmosphere instantly became tense, with suspicion and anger filling the air.
"Cough—cough—"
Whitebeard endured the excruciating pain and the raging backlash from the fruit within his body, using immense willpower to forcefully support his body and prevent him from collapsing completely.
His sharp gaze swept across the shifting shadows around him, and though his voice was weak, it still carried an air of authority.
"...Not the Navy—no one in this world can escape my Observation Haki, except for Heroic Spirits! Assassins—right?"
Just then, two figures slowly emerged from behind the shadow of a broken reef not far away.
A man dressed in a white CP0 uniform, wearing a strange mask, with an upright posture and a cold and powerful aura, was Rob Lucci.
The other person, however, made everyone who saw him pause in surprise.
Many people even admitted their mistakes directly, expressing surprise.
"Red... Red-haired? Shanks?"
Momousagi and Chaton shook their heads: "No! It's the Celestial Dragon Shamrock! Strange, we didn't receive any messages from him."
No wonder people mistook it for something else; it really does look very similar, too similar.
He was handsome, yet possessed an innate arrogance and indifference; his eyes held a disdain for everything in the world.
Unlike Shokus, his attire was magnificent and noble, bearing a distinct Celestial Dragon style.
He gives off a similar vibe to Shanks, but lacks his boldness and magnanimity, and instead exudes a cool and aloof air.
"Pfft, he's not dead? It seems the world's strongest man's vitality is indeed monstrous."
Shamlock looked at the white-bearded man who was kneeling on one knee but had not fallen, his tone carrying a hint of dissatisfaction and sarcasm.
Lucci didn't speak, but stared coldly at the Whitebeard Pirates as if they were lambs to the slaughter.
The Whitebeard Pirates instantly realized that they were the attackers!
"Damn it!!" Marco's body ignited with blue flames, and he was about to pounce!
"Wait, Marco."
The white-bearded man struggled to raise a hand to stop his sons, his gaze fixed intently on Shamrock.
Besides the assassins, the young man who resembled the red-haired man also possessed an extremely dangerous aura.
It was a feeling that seemed to bring about absolute destruction and end.
Damn it, did I let my guard down too?
His heart sank; today—it seemed unlikely to end well.
In a near-blurred state of consciousness, a revolving lantern began to flash before my eyes.
Images of his life traversing the seas flashed through his mind, but he felt little fear of death, only reluctance to part with his sons.
However, when he thought of Ace, and the golden-armored heroic spirit beside Ace who was as dazzling and powerful as the sun, a sense of relief and hope rose in his heart.
With them around, the Whitebeard Pirates will never perish!
"Protect yourself."
With his last breath, the white-bearded man growled at his sons.
He was prepared to burn his last breath to cover their retreat and break through the enemy lines.
Shamrock seemed to be losing patience.
He slowly raised his hand, and a domineering black and red aura that seemed capable of annihilating everything began to gather at the tip of his blade, causing the surrounding space to distort slightly.
"The boring end-of-life care is over. Lucci, clean up these fry. Whitebeard's head, I'll take it."
He was about to strike, the destructive energy aimed directly at the struggling white-bearded man.
At the same time, the terrifying pressure emanating from it made even top captains like Marco and Jozu feel like they couldn't breathe and were unable to move.
"Dad!"
"Stop it right now!"
Whitebeard, his life hangs by a thread!