"Damn it… No, it shouldn't be like this!"
Jaygarcia Saturn gnashed his teeth and roared, his eyes filled with anger mixed with a hint of uncontrollable fear.
Jin stood in the center of the battlefield, the long sword in his hand trembling slightly, radiating a cold light.
He coldly swept over the Five Elders, his tone calm but with an irresistible pressure:
"Your era is over. The so-called gods are just eking out their last moments even in this final battle."
In the distance, Vegapunk watched all of this, reaching out to adjust his exaggeratedly large head, a complex emotion in his eyes.
He seemed to have thought of something, sighed softly, and whispered:
"It seems the backup plans Jin and I prepared… won't be needed."
He raised his gaze, piercing through the fiercely fought battlefield, and looked remotely towards Mary Geoise.
"Imu, what exactly are you thinking?"
The words were like a soliloquy, and also like a question.
Vegapunk then turned his gaze to Jin, his eyes complex, filled with both admiration and a subtle worry.
He was not someone easily swayed, but this war had exceeded anyone's expectations, and he even began to suspect how many hidden variables remained in this game.
In the high sky, Morgans' airship finally stabilized again, his wings flapping forcefully, his forehead covered in cold sweat.
He let out a long breath, his wings trembling slightly, and muttered to himself:
"They are all monsters…"
His eyes were fixed on the battlefield, his heart filled with contradictory emotions.
On the one hand, he was excited to witness such a magnificent war with his own eyes. On the other hand, the clash of terrifying power made him deeply aware of his own insignificance.
Morgans shook his head and turned his gaze to Mary Geoise in the distance.
He murmured:
"Even Imu, that supreme being, has not yet shown his face… What more terrifying things are hidden behind the scenes?"
At this moment, the sky in the direction of Mary Geoise gradually became more gloomy, dark clouds churning like a tsunami, and an unspeakable sense of oppression approached from afar.
Jin narrowed his eyes slightly, sensing the distant threat, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:
"It seems that the last chess piece on the board is finally about to move."
Whitebeard stood aside, gripping the power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit, his laughter still hearty, but his eyes showed a hint of caution:
"Gurararara, is Imu coming? Just right, this old blade of mine can still be stained with some blood!"
The pressure on the battlefield suddenly increased, and everyone held their breath, waiting for an even more terrifying storm to descend.
And this war had obviously entered its most dangerous stage.
The tumbling dark clouds in the sky gradually subsided, and the oppressive aura that made people suffocate also dissipated, as if everything was just an illusion.
However, everyone present understood that it was not an illusion, but a brief descent of some more terrifying power, which had not fully manifested.
Jin stood in the center of the broken battlefield, raised his head, and looked at the gradually calming sky, but a look of disappointment appeared on his face.
His tone was flat, but with a hint of mockery:
"Not coming?"
He lowered his head to look at the severely injured Five Elders, his eyes mixed with a touch of indifference and ridicule.
He casually flicked the long sword in his hand, flicking the blood stains remaining on the blade onto the scorched earth on the side, making a low sound.
"What a pity."
His voice was not loud, but it seemed particularly clear on the silent battlefield.
"I thought I could personally drag her out of her hiding turtle shell."
The Five Elders initially showed joy because the strange phenomena in the sky had stopped, and they thought that Imu's reinforcements were about to arrive for them.
However, Jin's next words were like a sharp knife, piercing deeply into their hearts.
"It seems you have been abandoned."
Jin's voice was tinged with sarcasm, and he tilted his head slightly, staring at them with a smile that was not a smile.
And the expressions of the Five Elders changed rapidly with his words.
Jaygarcia Saturn's joy disappeared in an instant, his brows furrowed deeply, and his lips trembled slightly, as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing.
His gaze swept across the sky, as if still expecting a miracle to happen.
However, there was no new movement in the air, only cold wind mixed with dust blowing across his face.
"Impossible… How could she abandon us?"
He murmured, his voice filled with undisguised fear.
And a complex expression appeared on Izanbaron V. Nasujuro's face, a mixture of anger, humiliation, and helplessness.
He gritted his teeth and roared in a low voice:
"She must have other plans… It can't just be like this!"
Marcus Mars and Shepherd Ju Peter exchanged glances, their eyes revealing a deep sense of powerlessness.
Their bodies were recovering, but more slowly than before, and the once invincible demeanor had collapsed at this moment.
Their faces were ashen...
The aura of the Five Elders gradually declined from the ecstasy just now. Their bodies were still struggling to stand firm, but that invincible arrogance was no longer there.
"She… has she really abandoned us?"
Marcus Mars murmured in a low voice, that thunderous voice now seemed so weak.
Jin chuckled, his eyes filled with a condescending composure.
"Gods who descend from the sky do not mean that they will always be high above. Even if she is still alive, she is just a rat hiding in the dark."
Jin's sarcasm completely shattered the last psychological defense of the Five Elders, and their expressions gradually changed from doubt to despair.
"No! It can't be! We are still useful!"
"It's impossible to be abandoned!"
"Lord Imu!!!"
Like a drowning person grasping at the last straw, only to find that it was just a wisp of smoke.
The soldiers of the New Navy, the Giant Race, and the Whitebeard Pirates witnessed all of this and their morale was greatly boosted.
Their cheers resounded through the sky, completely overwhelming the remaining majesty of the Five Elders.
"It seems that today is the time to end you."
Jin's voice was like the whisper of the Grim Reaper, causing the Five Elders to shiver involuntarily.
He slowly raised the long sword in his hand, the blade flashing coldly in the sunlight, as if declaring the final outcome of the battle.
In the distance, in Mary Geoise, Imu stood quietly at the highest point of Pangaea Castle, his eyes slightly narrowed.
She stared at the distant battlefield, the corners of her lips raised in a smile that was not a smile.
"When chess pieces should be discarded, they must learn to be decisive."
"As expected of the creator of the World Government, ruthless and cunning enough."
"But you are the kind of person I hate most in my life."
Jin murmured, looking at the dissipating clouds in the sky.
"I agree, this kind of person is generally not a good bird, even abandoning his own subordinates, simply trash!"
Whitebeard nodded in agreement.
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