They had just witnessed the fall or severe wounding of a "God," and their inner shock had not yet subsided.
Now, the companions of the "God" they swore allegiance to were using the survival of the entire Marine system as leverage, forcing them to immediately turn into butchers who would slaughter everything, including potential former allies or the innocent?
To erase the "God-Slayer" and their companions, whom they had just been awed by, and for whom they might even have felt a trace of respect deep down that they were unwilling to admit?
To slaughter all the "witnesses" who had seen history unfold?
Otherwise... the Marines would be annihilated?
This order was like the most malicious curse, pushing all the Marines to the edge of a cliff of morality and survival, cruel and without any path of retreat!
Akainu's magma-fist, suspended in mid-air, began to tremble slightly and uncontrollably.
Was that trembling because of anger? Because of unwillingness? Or was it because of the... coldness of this naked, undisguised threat and instrumentalization coming from his "superiors"?
His face was livid.
His eyes were flickering and struggling wildly between intense wavering and a forcibly awakened intent to kill.
Above the battlefield, those four Gorosei in their Mythical Zoan Type forms, having been driven into a complete rage by the severe wounding of Satan Saint, had simultaneously cast their cold, destruction-filled gazes upon everyone who was not on their side.
The countdown to the purge had already begun.
The Marines... or rather, everyone present who was not directly under the Gorosei, stood at a crossroads of survival and destruction.
The choice seemed to be left with only two options:
Obey and become a butcher.
Or... annihilation.
Saint Mars's bone-chilling, unquestionable order to purge was like a spark thrown into boiling oil, instantly igniting the monstrous rage and desire for destruction of the other four Gorosei, which had already been suppressed to the extreme due to Satan Saint's injury!
"Roar—!!!"
"Hiss—!!!"
Two terrifying roars, distinct yet equally filled with endless violence and murderous intent, tore through the stagnant air above the battlefield almost the moment the order was given!
The Warrior God of Agriculture—Shepherd Ju Peter (Saint Pitou) (Mythical Zoan Type: Sandworm Form) and the Warrior God of Finance—Topman Warcury (Saint V. Warcury) (Mythical Zoan Type: Fengxi Form)!
These two ancient beasts, whose size was in no way inferior to Satan Saint's Gyuki form—and in some dimensions even more massive and more hideous—completely abandoned the last shred of restraint and divine disguise that belonged to "administrators," revealing the most primitive, most barbaric, and most lethal posture of slaughter!
"Red-Haired Shanks..."
Saint Pitou's sandworm body, composed of countless segments covered in a hard, dark yellow chitinous shell, with a giant mouth filled with spiral sharp teeth as its only head, suddenly reared up! Dust, gravel, and even fragments of the surrounding space were all pulled and adsorbed by its terrifying suction and power!
His roar, dull like the rumbling of the earth, was filled with a frantic hatred that sought to devour, crush, and bury everything into an endless abyss of quicksand:
"You must die!!"
"Pay with your lives for Satan Saint!!"
"Snort—!!"
Saint V. Warcury's Fengxi body—as massive as a mountain, covered from head to toe in ink-black, metallic-gleaming stiff bristles, with four curved tusks protruding from his mouth, and eyes blood-red—also launched an attack simultaneously!
His four hooves, thick as pillars supporting the sky, stomped heavily on the ground, causing the earth to crack and collapse layer by layer like fragile biscuits!
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