Just then, Jin and Loki appeared at the edge of the battlefield. Although they each had different combat missions, at this moment, their eyes flashed with the same light—hope.
A smile appeared on Jin's lips as he felt a long-lost power surge from the depths of his heart.
Loki was no longer the aloof giant prince. He lowered his head slightly, and seeing the light of hope reappear on the faces of these once helpless rebels, he felt a trace of comfort in his heart.
"Let's defeat them together!"
Jin's deep voice spread throughout the battlefield, filled with determination and resolve.
At that moment, the rebels were completely revived. Everyone cheered up, as if all fear and despair had been thrown behind them in that instant.
A new battle was about to begin, and this battle was destined to determine their fate.
Imu stood in the distance, coldly scanning the battlefield. She did not react immediately.
She knew that the current change in the situation was beyond her control, but she remained calm, with an added sense of vigilance in her heart.
"It seems that this battle is more complicated than I thought."
"What's going on? What's with these Pacifistas and Seraphim!?"
The battlefield was in chaos, and the enemy's horrified voices rose and fell, a mixture of doubt and anger.
The World Government forces, who had been in an overwhelming advantage, suddenly encountered an unexpected betrayal. In that instant, all the commanders became confused.
"Betrayal!?"
A World Government commander roared, his eyes flashing with disbelief and astonishment.
He stood on the broken battlefield, his command sword gripped tightly in his hand, his eyes piercing through everything, trying to find any clues that could explain the situation before him.
The figures of the Pacifistas appeared like ghosts, quickly appearing in the enemy's lines. Their attacks were calm and precise, each strike catching the enemy off guard, carrying deadly intent.
Just as his voice fell, another World Government soldier shouted angrily:
"Where is Vegapunk? Where the hell is he!"
The surrounding World Government elites were on high alert, turning their heads to look at their comrades, hoping for an answer.
Vegapunk had always been a capable assistant to the World Government, responsible for the research and development of advanced technology and powerful weapons.
The sudden appearance of the Pacifistas and Seraphim was one of the products of these technologies.
Once upon a time, they and Vegapunk's name were closely linked—if these forces really rebelled today, then what happened?
"These guys should be following his orders!"
Another commander's eyes flashed with fear, his voice trembling slightly.
His heart was pounding violently, and the echoes in his mind threw him into chaos.
These forces, which had once been loyal to the World Government, had betrayed them in an instant and launched an attack on their own people.
This betrayal, from any point of view, was fatal and could even subvert the entire situation.
Vegapunk, standing in a corner of the battlefield, was the source of all this.
He was standing behind a destroyed building, his expression calm, but his eyes flashing with a complex emotion.
He did not directly participate in the melee, but controlled the situation in his usual calm and rational manner.
As a former World Government scientist, Vegapunk knew how terrifying the power he had created was—and now, these forces were no longer used by the World Government, but were tilting towards the rebels.
On the side, a young World Government soldier's eyes were filled with confusion and anger:
"Could it be that these guys really... betrayed us for Jin and the others?"
His voice was low and suppressed, as if he couldn't believe his ears.
Although he himself had not had contact with these "Pacifistas", he knew that there was a close connection between the World Government and the Pacifistas.
This connection was almost based on a delicate balance.
However, today, this balance was broken. The Pacifistas no longer played the role of "stability", but became the enemy instead.
Another commander in dark armor frowned, his face made him look even more ferocious:
"What the hell is going on? If Vegapunk is in command, why hasn't he shown himself?"
His voice carried an undeniable sense of threat.
As others thought, Vegapunk's disappearance made everyone even more confused.
As the technical pillar of the World Government, if he was really behind the rebellion, then what was he doing it for?
What benefits could betraying the World Government bring?
What did he want?
On the battlefield, the firefight between the enemy and us was still going on fiercely, but at this time, the World Government forces had lost their original calm and confidence. Every time they swung their swords, every time they attacked, they were filled with uncontrollable questions.
Those faces that once brought them a sense of security were now standing in front of every rebel in the enemy camp, their eyes full of challenge and hostility, and every confrontation was full of intense uncertainty.
In the chaos, a World Government commander suddenly whispered:
"No matter what, today we must completely eliminate these rebels and not let them continue to run rampant!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his voice seemed to contain some kind of determination and anger.
Everything in front of them, whether it was the rebelling Pacifistas or the Seraphim who suddenly joined the battle, was a thorn in their side.
As long as they were still alive, the World Government's rule could not be stabilized.
At the same time, those betrayed soldiers gritted their teeth, the anger in their hearts already ignited.
Faced with this change, there was no longer fear in their hearts, but calm determination.
They knew that this war was destined not to be a simple bloodbath, but a contest concerning the future fate of the entire world.
At this moment, Vegapunk finally appeared, his figure slowly walking out of the ruins in the distance, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if he was not surprised by the situation before him.
His eyes swept around, his calm eyes with a faint smile.
"Do you finally understand?"
He said indifferently, his voice without a trace of fluctuation, as if he had foreseen all this.
Vegapunk strode out of the ruins, stood firmly on a ruin, his eyes swept across the battlefield in front of him.
His figure seemed to be swallowed by the surrounding chaos, but it was unusually conspicuous, like a calm bystander, maintaining his own tranquility in the noise.
His eyes peered through the smoke of battle, carefully observing the enemy and us in front of him.
Once, he occupied a place in the upper echelons of the World Government, but today, he stood on a completely different side, becoming a key figure in the rebel camp.
Vegapunk did not rush to speak, but stopped, took a deep breath, as if tasting the tense atmosphere in the air on the battlefield.
He looked around with no expression on his face, his eyes without the slightest guilt or hesitation, but with a trace of thoughtful calm.
"What a lively situation."
He muttered to himself, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, with a strange smile.
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