The clouds rolled ominously, and the wind howled in fury.
The sea surged with massive waves, crashing forward in relentless rows.
They slammed against the colossal warships that seemed overly arrogant in their presence.
Yet no matter how fiercely the waves charged, they could only shatter against the hulls, helplessly watching as three warships braced for the next swell.
"Admiral Akainu, can we avoid shelling Magic Valley Town? Our personnel and zoologists need a place to stay; the houses there could be useful."
On the deck of the warship, a CP5 officer nervously swallowed as he gazed at the imposing figure of justice before him.
It wasn't that he was cowardly.
He was a figure feared by many in his usual dealings.
But the demeanor and overwhelming power of the man before him, along with his terrifying abilities, made even him feel a bit intimidated.
"A place full of pirates, a place that even serves pirates—it's too filthy. You want to live in such a dirty place?"
Akainu stood before the Triple-barreled Turrets.
The three dark, large-caliber cannon mouths behind him pointed menacingly ahead.
His cold words carried a heavy weight, devoid of any politeness towards the officer.
"Don't even think about it. Burn it all down! We'll let your administrative department come and build a clean place afterward!"
The CP5 officer opened his mouth to respond but found himself unable to argue back.
He could only shake his head in resignation and return to the cabin.
Akainu ignored him, his gaze fixed intensely on the small island gradually appearing on the horizon, a terrifying smile creeping onto his face.
"Hmph, Magic Valley Town, right under the nose of our Marine Headquarters, has become such a den of evil. This time, not a single one will escape!"
He didn't even consider capturing them alive to send to Enies Lobby for judgment; such a large piece of meat must be devoured completely.
Kill them all! Burn them all! As evening approached, ships flying various skull flags began to arrive at the port, like seabirds returning to their nests.
Rugged figures with sun-darkened skin, some wielding long knives, others carrying firearms, and even some with daggers strapped to their ankles, swaggered into the town.
They shouted boisterously as they poured into the bars, restaurants, and brothels scattered throughout.
At this time, Magic Valley Town had not yet fallen under the control of the Donquixote family.
Thus, it was even more chaotic and dangerous than it would be in the future.
On a long street, a casual glance could reveal three or four figures lying in pools of blood, their fates unknown.
There were also two or three groups engaged in brawls, and it wouldn't be long before another body would join the fallen.
Yet amidst all this, the men and women bustling about showed no signs of alarm.
Instead, they cheered each other on, urging to finish off another quickly.
To use blood and death as their drinking companions~ Only no one noticed a red figure ascending a nearby hill, looking down upon this filthy town.
This person was none other than Vice Admiral Sakazuki, known as Akainu, from the Marine Headquarters!
To ensure the complete annihilation of all pirates, he had left the warship alone, stepping lightly onto the land of Gaia Island.
His mission was to draw all attention to himself while the three Marine warships took the opportunity to approach, encircling and completely cutting off any chance of escape.
Sakazuki raised both arms high, his fists clenched tightly.
Then, from his fists to his forearms, a deep red hue began to glow, radiating heat, and thick black smoke billowed forth.
The temperature of the surrounding air skyrocketed, and the murderous intent in his eyes seemed to solidify into deadly beams.
"Meteor Volcano――!!!"
This was his strongest move at this stage, a technique developed after awakening his powers.
First, he compressed a massive amount of lava in his shoulders.
Then, using his arms as cannon barrels, he launched molten projectiles into the sky.
During this process, these lava projectiles would expand continuously.
When they reached their peak and fell back down, they would transform into enormous lava masses, resembling scorching meteors.
However, this time he controlled the quantity and range; otherwise, if he unleashed his full firepower, it could easily cover a large city or an entire small nation.
He was still far from reaching his true peak combat power, particularly in terms of Haki.
To be honest, among the three Vice Admirals currently in training, Sakazuki was undoubtedly the strongest.
This was due to his daily high-intensity physical training.
In this regard, Borsalino and Kuzan were far behind.
Within Magic Valley Town.
Some drunken pirates leaned against each other, hazily noticing distant flashes of fire shooting into the sky.
It was evening, and compared to just a few minutes ago, the sky had darkened somewhat.
But the sunset still shone brightly, making the flames less noticeable.
"Burp~ Brother, what's that?"
"Hmm―― looks like fireworks. Someone's setting off fireworks; pretty nice, hehehe."
"Fireworks?"
"Aren't those usually set off at night? What's the point of doing it now?"
More and more people began to notice the situation on the hillside.
Until the first person instinctively looked up at the moon and saw the 'flaming meteors' breaking through the clouds.
Caught off guard, he was momentarily stunned.
But soon, his eyes widened in horror, his face reflecting growing terror.
The next moment, a piercing scream erupted.
"Meteors!!!!"
Heads turned in unison, and the men and women on the street saw enormous fireballs, almost indescribable in size, hurtling down towards them—
Chaos erupted, complete chaos; everyone began to scream, fleeing desperately towards the port.
Some pirates didn't even think to call out to their captain and comrades in the tavern.
They only cared about saving their own lives.
But as these quick-footed individuals approached the port, they found it was also in disarray.
"Warships! The Marines are here!!"
"Three Marine Headquarters warships, oh my god, it's over, it's all over, there's no time left!"
An old pirate nearing fifty sat despairingly on the ground.
They truly hadn't expected that this peaceful Magic Valley Town, which had been calm for over a decade, would face such a day; had they known, they wouldn't have come.
Meanwhile.
Seven or eight meteor volcanoes landed successfully, with a series of explosive sounds echoing.
Some crashed into taverns, others into restaurants, and even some directly into brothels where men and women were engaged in pleasure.
Massive torrents of rolling lava surged forth like waves, spreading in all directions.
This lava, far more terrifying than natural magma, devoured everything and everyone around it like a demon from the abyss.
In an instant, screams, wails, and cries filled the air, all echoing with despair.
Though there were only seven or eight lava meteors, it was more than enough for this small Magic Valley Town.
The flowing lava poured freely down the streets, making it hard to find a place to stand.
Moreover, the three Marine warships had taken their positions, broadside facing Magic Valley Town, each equipped with twelve large-caliber cannons, along with a triple-barreled anti-aircraft turret, unleashing a barrage of searing red cannonballs.
The massive explosions completely engulfed the port, with pirate ships engulfed in flames sinking beneath the waves every moment.
If Im could see this scene, he would easily recognize the power of these cannonballs, far exceeding those of similar types from his previous life.
Each one could rival a Tomahawk cruise missile, and it was said that the warship class designed specifically for executing demon-slaying orders had even greater firepower! The only downside was that its range was a bit too short. On the other end of Gaia Island.
Montblanc Kureha, with a chestnut atop his head, gazed from afar at the bright flames, listening to the terrifying explosions.
He hurriedly took the 'Gorilla' and 'Orangutan' to flee by boat, thinking he would return to check later.
This way, he could avoid this great calamity.