One Piece: Surrounded at Marineford? Just kidding!

Chapter 460: Edison Arrives!

The vice admiral had just unleashed his Armament Haki, preparing to reclaim the Seraphim.

A blinding golden light flashed past him, and Kizaru's figure instantly materialized.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared beside the person in the middle.

Kizaru's large hand firmly pressed down on the arm of the vice admiral who was about to make a move.

The vice admiral turned his head in astonishment and met Kizaru's unprecedentedly tough gaze.

That's enough.

Kizaru's voice was soft, yet it reached every Marine's ears clearly. His gaze swept over the remaining Marine officers who still seemed ready to pounce, his voice absolutely authoritative: "Forget about those artificial biological weapons! The entire force must retreat immediately!"

The lieutenant general's face turned deathly pale instantly.

"Admiral Kizaru..." he began, his voice trembling and hoarse, "Seraphim is a Marine..."

enough!

I said!

retreat!

Don't you understand?

Kizaru interrupted him, and with a slight force, pressed the vice admiral's sword back into its sheath.

The vice admiral wanted to say something, but was frozen in place by Kizaru's gaze. He had never seen that look on Kizaru's face before—the Kizaru of the past always had a lazy smile, spoke slowly and deliberately, as if he was indifferent to everything.

But nowadays, Kizaru rarely displays the majesty befitting an admiral.

"Did you hear that? The entire army is retreating."

Kizaru released his grip and turned around. His gaze swept past the naval ranks and landed on Seraphim, who was tightly surrounded by Revolutionary Army officers.

Hearing the Supreme Commander refer to the Seraphim as "scrap metal," the naval officers felt their hearts bleed. Those ultimate weapons, which had consumed countless resources of the Navy and embodied Vegapunk's painstaking efforts, were utterly worthless in Kizaru's eyes. But no one dared to refute him. They could see the resolve in Kizaru's eyes—a resignation born of deep consideration.

"Fleet Admiral Kizaru..." Another rear admiral stepped forward, veins bulging on his forehead. "We can fight to the death, but we cannot let these Seraphim fall into the hands of pirates! They are a powerful fighting force for the Navy against pirates!"

Kizaru's voice remained calm.

"Do you think I don't want to take them back?"

Kizaru chuckled coldly, his laughter tinged with weariness. "But look at the current situation. The Navy's elite forces have been almost entirely wiped out, and less than one-tenth of their top combat power remains. And what about the enemy? Whitebeard, Shanks, and the Revolutionary Army—the three of them combined are enough to annihilate the World Government's main forces. What do we have to fight? What do we have to seize?"

The naval officers remained silent. They knew Kizaru was telling the truth.

"Where there's life, there's hope."

Kizaru put his sunglasses back on, concealing the emotions in his eyes. "As long as Marine Headquarters is still here, as long as we are alive, there will be a day when we can regroup. But if we all die here today, it will all be over."

He paused, his voice turning icy: "And do you really think those pirates would be so kind as to spare us? If someone hadn't deliberately held back, do you think you could have left this battlefield alive?"

These words sent a chill down the spines of the naval officers. They recalled the scene where Whitebeard, Shanks, and Dragon all made way for them; that strange concession still made them uneasy.

"Execute the command."

Kizaru left with a final remark, then turned and walked towards the coast.

Under Kizaru's firm orders, the remaining Marines completely abandoned the idea of ​​reclaiming Seraph. Gritting their teeth, they once again humiliatingly sheathed their weapons and quickened their pace to escape through the passage. The wounded were helped along, the corpses were dragged along, and no one looked back.

The pirates and revolutionaries automatically parted to make way, silently watching the navy retreat. No one pursued, because no one had given the order to do so.

Watching the navy's departing figures, the tense atmosphere on the battlefield eased slightly.

Marco flapped his azure-flaming wings and landed outside the circle of Seraphim. He frowned slightly as he looked at the artificial bio-weapons, still in defensive mode and threatening to go berserk at any moment. Although surrounded by Revolutionary Army cadres, the Seraphim maintained a fighting stance, making them extremely dangerous.

"These guys are tough to deal with."

"Marco said in a low voice. As the first division commander of the Whitebeard Pirates, he had witnessed the power of the Seraphs. Each Seraph possessed strength approaching that of a Shichibukai, and could even challenge an Admiral single-handedly if necessary. Now, with ten Seraphs gathered together, the fighting power they unleashed was terrifying."

Beckman, cigarette dangling from his lips, approached, his brow furrowing slightly as he surveyed the dangerous weapons. He exhaled a smoke ring, his eyes deep and thoughtful: their energy cores emanated from the flames behind them, making them extremely troublesome. Approaching rashly now could very well trigger their self-destruct mechanism.

"Self-destruction?"

A revolutionary army officer standing nearby paled. "You mean, they'll explode?"

"Possibly."

Beckman nodded. "Vegapunk has incorporated multiple safeguards into these weapons. One of them is that when the core chip detects that it has been captured by the enemy, it will automatically detonate the energy core. The simultaneous self-destruction of ten Seraphim is powerful enough to level an entire island."

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed. They hadn't expected these man-made weapons to be so dangerous.

Everyone turned to look at Whitebeard, Dragon, and Shanks, asking how to safely handle these dangerous man-made bio-weapons. The leaders of the three factions exchanged glances, their eyes conveying a silent message.

The white-bearded man snorted coldly and waved his hand, "I don't care what to do with this junk. My sons have suffered heavy casualties. The most important thing now is to treat the wounded. As for the rest, you can handle it."

After saying that, he turned and left, heading towards the Whitebeard Pirates' position. There, Jozu, Vista, and other captains were treating the wounded crew members.

Shanks smiled slightly, his gaze lingering on the Seraphim for a moment: "These weapons are indeed interesting. However, rather than dealing with them, I think we should first assess the casualties. Beckman, this is your responsibility."

"no problem."

Beckman nodded and watched Shanks leave. He knew Shanks had deliberately left him with this mess, but at this point, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and get on with it.

The dragon's expression remained cold and stern. He glanced at the Seraphim, his eyes filled with complex emotions. These weapons, once the World Government's tools for suppressing the seas, were now lambs to the slaughter.

Dragon said calmly, "But now that they've fallen into our hands, we can't let the World Government benefit from them. Karas, you're in charge of keeping an eye on these artificial biological weapons. As for what to do with them, ask Chen Ye or Vegapunk later."

"yes!"

Just as everyone was discussing and at a loss, a sharp whooshing sound came from the sky.

Everyone looked up and saw a figure falling rapidly from the height of Egherd.

The figure drew closer and closer, and everyone finally saw her face clearly: Edison, one of Vegapunk's clones!

Vegapunk's clone, Edison, landed steadily outside the encirclement. She dusted herself off, looked around at the surrounded Seraphim, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

"Leave it to me!"

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

"you?"

Dragon looked at York with some suspicion. He knew that Edison was one of Vegapunk's clones, but he didn't know his specific abilities.

"What, you don't believe me?"

Edison seemed to sense the dragon's doubt and chuckled, "Don't forget, I'm one of Vegapunk's most intelligent clones. I helped design the control system for these Seraphim."

Upon hearing this, everyone suddenly understood. That's right, since the Seraphim were created by Vegapunk, then Vegapunk naturally had a way to control them.

Edison didn't waste any more words; she took out a strangely shaped launcher from her lab coat.

She quickly raised the launcher and aimed it at the Seraphim surrounded by enemies. Without any hesitation, Edison pulled the trigger.

buzzing-

A series of strange sounds emanated from the transmitter. Immediately afterwards, rings of special bubbles emitting strange colored light shot out.

The bubbles were precisely placed on the heads of each of the ten seraphim. One for each of them, without missing a single one.

The moment the bubble made contact, the seraph, who had been radiating a dangerous aura, was instantly trapped!

The whole process was quick.

The seraph, who was just exuding a dangerous aura, is now completely harmless and trapped in the bubbles!

Seeing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Beckman, standing to the side, stubbed out his cigarette, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes: "This...that's it?"

"Of course."

Edison proudly raised his head, "These bubbles contain special electromagnetic interference waves that can trap these seraphim!"

The group exchanged bewildered glances, each seeing shock in the other's eyes.

Is this the power of technology?

Marco walked over, looking at the motionless seraphim, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes: "Won't these seraphim suddenly go berserk again?"

"Don't worry, these bubbles were developed specifically to counter Seraphs."

Edison confidently stated, "Unless someone forcibly breaks through from the outside, they will remain trapped in these bubbles indefinitely."

That's good!

Marco nodded and turned to look at the Whitebeard's position in the distance. Although the battle was over, the work of cleaning up the battlefield and treating the wounded had only just begun.

Edison seemed to remember something and turned to ask, "By the way, where's Luffy? Where is he? The professor is very worried about him."

"Luffy?"

Marco paused for a moment, then pointed inland towards Eghad. "He should be in the ruins over there. It seems someone brought him food after the battle."

"I see."

Edison nodded thoughtfully. "Then I'll go see him later. The most important thing now is to get these Seraphim out of here."

She looked up at Whitebeard, Dragon, and Shanks, and shouted, "Gentlemen, I'll take these weapons with me! The Doctor said they still have research value and can't fall into the hands of the World Government!"

Whitebeard waved his hand dismissively. Shanks nodded with a smile. Dragon gave York a deep look but offered no objection.

Seeing that the Seraph had been successfully controlled, Whitebeard, Dragon, and Shanks exchanged glances, and then each gave orders to their subordinates.

"Clean up the battlefield thoroughly and treat the wounded!"