The sea breeze was blowing gently, and the morning sun was like a layer of golden gauze sprinkling on the sea, stretching the shadows of countless warships into long ones.

The sky was azure blue, as if it had cleared away all the haze just for this voyage.

On the distant horizon, densely packed ships spread out like a tide, like a floating steel forest, pointing straight to the battlefield in the distance.

The deck of each warship was filled with soldiers, wearing the armor of their respective countries and staring ahead with complicated eyes.

Their faces showed tension, indifference, excitement, but mostly confusion that was difficult to conceal.

They knew clearly that the target of this war was Jin'an, who was once praised as a hero, but now, they were forced to stand on the opposite side of this hero.

On the flagship, the Five Elders of the World Government did not show up in person, but a newly promoted Knight of God took command.

The man was wearing a dark golden robe and standing on the high platform of the ship, overlooking the entire fleet.

His eyes were cold and there was always a hint of an ambiguous smile on the corner of his mouth.

"This is the tide of justice in this world. No one can stop it." He whispered to himself, as if he was convincing himself, or as if he was declaring to someone.

At the rear of the fleet, several navy warships appeared particularly low-key.

Sengoku, Garp, and Crane all stood on the deck of the flagship, silently watching the fleet in the distance.

Their expressions were as heavy as the rising sun.

"I have seen such sailing scenes countless times in my life." He said softly, looking straight ahead through the sea breeze, "but never once did I feel as uneasy as I do now."

Cap gritted his teeth and cursed softly, "Do they think they can deal with Jin An with this pile of scrap metal?"

There was a strong sense of disdain in his tone, but everyone knew that this sentence was more like a way to release his anger.

High in the sky, a huge seagull spread its wings and circled above the fleet.

That was Morganus, his wings seemed to be coated with a layer of gold in the sun, making them particularly eye-catching.

At this moment, he was excitedly operating the airship that was full of photographic equipment, his eyes fixed on the spectacular scene below.

"This is big news! Big news!" Morgans muttered to himself while filming excitedly.

His camera kept switching, carefully recording every warship, every flag raised, and even the expressions on the soldiers' faces.

"This is truly an unprecedented war feast! Once I publish these images, the whole world will be excited about this war!"

His eyes were almost shining, as if the cruelty of the war was just a beautiful story in his writing, a hot spot that attracted countless attention.

"..."

Although the soldiers in the fleet moved in unison, the turmoil in their hearts was far less calm than their appearance.

A young soldier tightly grasped the spear in his hand and looked ahead with a pale face.

Next to him stood an old soldier, muttering quietly: "Looking at this situation, we are just cannon fodder."

"Cannon fodder?" The young soldier's voice trembled a little. "But we are fighting for justice."

The old soldier sneered and lowered his voice, "Justice? True justice has long been strangled by those who sit on the high platform.

We are just pawns in their hands."

The young soldier's face turned even paler, but he did not refute.

He lowered his head, as if trying to avoid it all, but the whistling of the sea breeze in his ears mercilessly reminded him that there was no turning back in this war.

When the flagship's horn sounded, the entire fleet began to move forward slowly.

The huge ship crushed the waves, making a rumbling sound, and the surrounding air seemed to tremble.

The representative of the Knights of God on the platform glanced around coldly, and then said in a steady voice: "Forward to Elbaf."

This order was like a sharp knife, stabbing straight to the end of the sea.

And at the end, there are enemies they will face and the end of their destiny they will witness.

......

In the meeting hall of Mary Geoise, the new Five Elders sat around a huge round stone table.

A huge sea map was spread out on the table, and Elbaf's position was firmly pressed down by a pitch-black chess piece.

The hall was dimly lit, with only a few ancient candlesticks emitting a faint glow, making the faces of the five people flicker.

The Five Elders sitting in the middle slowly spoke:

“The last failure caused the prestige of the World Government to plummet to the bottom.

We cannot make the same mistake this time."

His voice was deep and powerful, as if he was suppressing endless anger.

Another of the Five Elders twisted his beard, his eyes grim:

“This is not just a reckoning for Jin An, but also a warning to all those who dare to resist the World Government.

There must be no accidents in this war."

"..."

Their eyes fell on Elbaf on the sea chart at the same time. It was the holy land of the giants, but now it has become the base camp of the rebels.

One of the Five Elders held a feather pen and drew several arrows on the map, pointing to Elbaf.

He said grimly, “The coalition forces will surround Elbaf from three directions and completely block Jinan and his men’s escape route.

At the same time, we mobilized part of the power of that weapon to ensure victory."

"As for those member states that are still waiting and watching——"

Another of the Five Elders smiled slightly, with a grim look in his eyes.

"Once we behead Jin An, they will naturally understand which side to stand on."

The only female among the Five Elders said coldly:

“Don’t underestimate Jin An, his strength far exceeds that of ordinary people, and he is good at inspiring people.

We must crush them with overwhelming force from the outset and never give them any chance to breathe.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she tapped the table lightly.

An official in a black robe came forward and handed over a thick stack of documents.

She randomly opened a page and clicked on the name:

“The Seraph Legion, the new type of pacifists, have assembled.

In addition, we will also use Vegapunk's experimental results on the battlefield."

Another of the Five Elders nodded slightly: "This time, we will spare no effort."

The air in the entire meeting room was as heavy as if it was frozen.

Every word of the Five Elders was filled with unquestionable coldness and determination.

Their expressions were like masks carved on stone, without any warmth or even a hint of hesitation.

"Jin'an is no longer just one person." One of the Five Elders slowly stood up and looked down at Elbaf on the sea chart. "He is a symbol, a threat, and a cancer that we must eradicate."

"We don't need any prisoners." The youngest of the Five Elders said word by word, his tone revealing determination, "Whether it's Jin'an, his companions, or even those giants who dared to follow him - no one can be left behind."

......

At the end of the meeting, the Five Elders walked out of the conference room and stood on the highest observation deck in Marijoa, overlooking the vast fleet below.

Thousands of warships are ready to go, with flags fluttering in the wind.

"This time," the Five Elders standing at the front said in a voice as strong as iron, "We want the whole world to remember that anyone who dares to resist the World Government will only have one end - to be reduced to ashes."

After he finished speaking, the Five Elder Stars behind him nodded in unison, their eyes pointed straight at the distant horizon like sharp blades.

They knew that the outcome of this war would determine the future fate of the world government.

And they will never allow failure.

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