Battlefield Divine Skills! Ridicule!

"Do it!"

At Shanks' command, chaos erupted as the entire Marine army charged, clashing with the pirates and CP0 agents led by Plath.

A pirate sneered as he squared off against a Marine soldier. His movements were swift, his blade gleaming with Armament Haki as it slashed toward the Marine's back.

Clang!

The blade struck, but instead of cutting flesh, it bounced off harmlessly.

"What the—?!" The pirate's grin twisted into shock. He glared at the Marine, expecting a dying gasp, but found the soldier standing unharmed. His uniform wasn't even torn.

"Impossible! How are you still alive?"

The Marine, equally surprised, touched the spot where the blade had struck. Moments earlier, he had braced for death, knowing he couldn't withstand a Haki-infused attack. But now, his wounds healed as if by magic.

"Could it be... those buffs from the summoned spirits?" he murmured, his disbelief morphing into determination. Gripping his sword, the Marine lunged forward.

"You dare fight back?!" the pirate roared, parrying the Marine's blow. But the Marine's speed had increased dramatically, and his strikes became relentless.

The pirate underestimated him—a fatal mistake.

Shlick!

The Marine's blade pierced the pirate's chest, bypassing his Haki defense entirely.

"What... how?!" The pirate's eyes bulged as blood dripped from his mouth. His once-confident smirk faded into terror as he collapsed.

All across the battlefield, similar scenes played out. Marines, emboldened by the buffs bestowed upon them, fought with ferocity and resilience. Pirates, cursed with debilitating debuffs, found themselves faltering. Injured Marines healed quickly, their strength unwavering, while pirates weakened and fell.

Even the seasoned agents of CP0 found themselves struggling.

Not far from the fray, Momousagi faced off against a CP0 operative in a black faceless mask. Their swords clashed with explosive force, but it was clear who had the upper hand. Momousagi's strikes were swift and precise, forcing her opponent to retreat.

"Is this all the power you have?" she taunted, her golden blade gleaming. "If you're truly Admiral-level, the pirates would have already overrun Marine Headquarters."

The black-masked CP0 gritted his teeth, his frustration mounting. No matter how he attacked, Momousagi's defense was impenetrable, and her strikes carried an inexplicable weight that left him staggered.

"Damn it! What's with that sword? And that aura—why can't I break through?"

Elsewhere, Leonidas stood tall in the midst of the chaos, his shield raised and spear at the ready.

"Ahhh! Guardians of the gate, hear my call!" he roared, his body radiating a golden light. Energy surged from him, enveloping the battlefield in a wave of unshakable resolve.

A strange aura rippled out, drawing the attention of every pirate and agent within a 300-meter radius.

"What... what's happening?" one pirate stammered, his gaze locking onto Leonidas.

Hatred boiled in their hearts as they abandoned their targets, rushing toward the Spartan king like moths to a flame.

But their weapons were useless against him. Swords and bullets bounced harmlessly off his impenetrable armor. Even Rear Admiral-level agents found their attacks reduced to mere annoyances.

"Curse you!" growled the black-masked CP0, momentarily distracted by Leonidas' taunt.

Momousagi seized the opening.

Slash!

Her blade sliced through the CP0 operative's arm.

"Focus on your opponent," she chided, her strikes relentless.

But the CP0 agent's fury was now solely directed at Leonidas. The taunt gnawed at his mind like a relentless echo: Kill him... kill him...

His moment of hesitation proved fatal.

Shwick!

Momousagi's blade found its mark, cutting through his neck.

The CP0 agent clutched at the wound, his eyes filled with regret and rage. He turned his gaze to Leonidas one last time, his hatred unyielding.

"You... you did this..." he rasped as blood gushed from the fatal wound.

He collapsed in a heap, his lifeless body still twitching as the battlefield raged on.

Leonidas stood firm amidst the onslaught, unfazed by the enemies swarming him. His presence alone turned the tide of battle, a shining beacon of defiance in the chaos.

The Marines, empowered and unyielding, pressed forward. The pirates and CP0 agents, now in disarray, struggled to mount a counterattack.

Victory seemed inevitable. Finn watched the scene unfold from afar, a grin tugging at his lips.

"This... is the power of unity," he muttered, raising his hand to signal the final push.

"All forces—advance!"