NABC Chapter 144 Heroic Spirits Assemble, A Brief Respite Before Battle
Chapter 144 Heroic Spirits Assemble, A Brief Respite Before Battle
Chapter 144 Heroic Spirits Assemble, A Brief Respite Before Battle
The ruins of the Red Team's headquarters, the Radiant Great Complex Temple, and the surrounding area—former ruins of Katarina—still tell of the cruelty and sorrow of destruction.
However, the Radiant Great Complex Temple, like the sun rising in the desert, became a beacon of hope and a strong fortress in the hearts of countless people.
On the highest terrace of the temple, Pharaoh Ramses II looked down upon everything within his domain.
Princess Vivi and the rebel leader Kosa stood beside him, their expressions solemn.
"Your Majesty, according to the latest intelligence, the main force of the Kingdom's army has completed its assembly and is advancing towards the border."
"And the aura of the Black faction's heroic spirits mostly converges in the direction of the royal capital."
Kosha respectfully reported that after this period of adjustment, he was now completely convinced of the power of the Pharaoh.
Ramses II smiled proudly.
"Hmph, a death throes. Where my temple stands is the Lord's land! Koza, how is your army now?"
"Based on the former resistance forces, the newly formed Solar Guardian Army has taken initial shape."
"This is truly astonishing. I had thought that even His Majesty Napoleon would need a very long time to train an army."
"But even from the first time we met, it took him less than 10 days to raise the fighting capacity of the former resistance army to a new level."
"That team is in high spirits, ready to fight to liberate their homeland! That guy is a born general!"
Ramses II nodded: "Enthusiasm alone is not enough. How are the replicas being made by the court magicians in the temple?"
"Although Mr. Merlin may seem unreliable at times, his abilities are truly outstanding. He has already completed all the tasks you assigned him."
Flames burned in Kosa's eyes.
He viewed the Holy Grail War entirely as the ultimate battle to liberate Alabasta and overturn Crocodile's conspiracy.
Vivi's eyes were somewhat complicated as she spoke softly.
"As Your Majesty said, if we have such a powerful army, the enemy might surrender."
"Don't be so naive, Princess." Ramses II used a very distant form of address, which was unusual for him.
"I currently control all political affairs, but if something were to happen to me on the battlefield in the future, would you be determined to lead the people of this half of the country?"
Vivi's face was grim; she couldn't imagine what would happen to such a powerful pharaoh.
Seeing her like this, La Er did not press the matter further.
He simply looked at the lively scene below the Great Temple and patted Vivi on the shoulder.
"Go, Princess. You will encounter warriors who fight for you; as queen, you must stand with them through thick and thin!"
The outer camp of the Radiant Great Complex Temple.
The campfire crackled, illuminating the serious faces of the people sitting around it.
"Hey, Shanks," Whitebeard said, sitting cross-legged in front of a whetstone, carefully polishing his razor from Cloudcut.
He asked without looking up.
"How many people can you mobilize right now? I mean, the kind of old guys who can withstand, well, a divine impact."
He was referring to the potential overwhelming power of the Black faction's top-tier Heroic Spirits. Shanks adjusted his straw hat, a confident smile playing on his lips.
"Don't worry, Mr. Whitebeard. Those who came with me aren't cowards who'll be scared out of their wits. But you..."
He glanced at Ace, who was eating meat heartily with his brothers.
"Keep an eye on your son, don't let him run headlong into the enemy's ranks. After all, his brother has already led the captain to their territory."
With his mouth full of meat, Ace protested indistinctly, "Ugh! Luffy and the others will definitely be fine! After all, they have—that guy around."
Red-haired Shanks grinned mischievously: "Who is that guy? Can't you learn from Sun and understand your own background?"
"Judging from your appearance, I'm increasingly convinced that you're going to charge headlong into their base."
Ace swallowed the food, and his body turned red, much like the Flame-Flame Fruit in action.
He looked at Karna, who was silent beside him.
"Enough with the nonsense! Even if I did that, as long as Little Sun is here, no matter who the other person is, they'll be burned to ashes by the sun's fire! Don't you agree?"
Karna's golden eyes appeared exceptionally serene in the firelight, and he nodded slightly.
"As long as your Master has enough strength, no one can hurt you. Even so, you must still be careful."
His tone was calm, yet it carried absolute confidence.
Redhead had no doubt about the truth of these words, and his gaze turned somewhat gloomy.
This guy killed Shamrock, but that gloomy look was quickly replaced by the joy of the banquet.
He saw Karna standing silently beside Ace, burning quietly like the sun.
His quiet dedication even attracted some pirates who originally revered him to approach him and share food.
Compared to the taciturn werewolf Little Sun, Merlin, who frequently elicited bursts of laughter from everyone, seemed quite unserious.
"Oh dear, everyone, don't look at me like this."
"Actually, I'm a master swordsman. I'm much better at swordsmanship than magic. I even taught that king his swordsmanship."
"Therefore, I have always been known as a king's advisor. Whoever you choose to become your disciple now may one day become a king."
Merlin was beaming as he boasted to a large group of curious pirates.
Quite a few clueless pirates actually stepped forward and drew their swords to fight him, only to be defeated by his various insidious moves.
Izang rubbed his toes vigorously, his face unusually angry.
"You bastard! A real swordsman would never use such a childish move as stomping on someone's toes!"
Merlin still had the same expression of wanting to be beaten, and waved his hand easily.
"Oh dear, back in my day in Britain, I used to instruct those clueless knights in the same way~"
After he finished speaking, he casually conjured up several illusionary flowers, which amazed everyone.
Bista suddenly spoke, his voice filled with fervor.
"Hey, white-haired guy. You said the strongest Knight of the Round Table is Lancelot? His swordsmanship is amazing, right?"
Merlin spoke as if he were praising his own child: "Of course, that guy's martial arts skills have reached a divine level."
As he was speaking, he pointed at the weapon in Hua Jian's hand with that extremely smug expression.
"That Knight of the Lake could defeat most of the world's flashy swordsmen even without a sword!"
Vista instantly flew into a rage and charged forward to chop this scumbag to pieces!
However, he forgot that he had already taken the stage once, and was then struck hard by the staff and knocked off the platform.
Sasaki Kojiro sat alone on a boulder, listening to them talk about the knights' swordsmanship while wiping his wooden staff.
Hawkeye Mihawk stood not far from him. Although the two did not speak, there was an unspoken communication between them, like that between top swordsmen.
Cú Chulainn, the Mad King, stood motionless outside the cell/medical room where the unconscious Kaido was, like the most loyal hound.
The fierce aura he exuded made most people afraid to approach him easily, yet they also felt inexplicably at ease.
At least this "sir" is on their side now.
Not far away, Marco's phoenix flames flickered slightly as he spoke in hushed tones with Jozu.
"Joz, Father's injuries are being taken care of by Lord Merlin, and he's stable for now. But we can't let him worry about this battle any longer."
Jozu's diamond-like fists collided, producing a dull thud.
"Ah. I know. We will defend the name of the Whitebeard."
In another corner of the camp, the newly joined supernovas seemed somewhat out of place.
After witnessing the power of the Red Team in killing the Lava Demon and the miracle of Ramses II, the Supernovas, led by Kidd and Law, witnessed the power of the Red Team in killing the Lava Demon.
They finally decided to bring their remaining troops to join the Red Team!
"Damn, what a noisy bunch. They're completely unprepared in this situation. If that assassin were to launch a sneak attack now, we'd be finished."
Kidd smacked his lips in displeasure as he watched the Red-Haired Pirates celebrating in the distance.
Luo leaned against his ghostly wailing and calmly analyzed the situation.
"Kidd, you also think that assassin hasn't left the stage?"
Kidd shared a large glass of wine with Kira: "Of course, those Heroic Spirits are monsters, how could they die so easily!"
Luo chuckled: "Instead of complaining, we should think about how to take advantage of that Pharaoh's temple."
"His solar domain seems to greatly weaken the opponent's dark-type abilities, such as Assassin's."
Kira nodded silently to himself as he sharpened his scythe.
Just as the wine in the glass was finished, the red-haired man's voice came from afar.
"Hey, you red-haired brat over there, bring a bucket of beer over and let's drink together! Let me see the guts of a supernova! Hahaha!"
"Redhead! We're not here to be your subordinates!"
Kidd was as arrogant as ever, but his eyes were much more serious than before.
"It's just that those governments that play dirty tricks are even more annoying!"
Luo, on the other hand, was much calmer.
"Go, Lord Kidd. We agree to a temporary alliance to fight against the Black Faction. But the ownership of the Holy Grail will depend on each party's ability."
His gaze swept over Ace and Shanks, finally lingering on Karna for a moment, as if assessing something.
At this moment, Sabo arrived quickly with several people, his face showing both travel-worn and excited expressions.
"Ace! And everyone else!" Sabo shouted, followed by a man with a cold and aloof demeanor, wearing a black feather coat.
It was a crow, and a few revolutionary soldiers.
"Sabo!" Ace immediately pounced on him, and the three of them embraced again.
"How's the situation?" Shanks walked over, followed closely by Marco and Beckman.
Sabo's expression turned serious: "Inside the palace, it's confirmed. King Cobra is indeed under house arrest and unable to move freely."
"The movement of the Kingdom's army is entirely under the orders of Crocodile and the World Government."
He looked at Princess Vivi, whose eyes flashed with a hint of tears, but these were quickly replaced by determination.
The crow replied, its voice low and deep.
"Our people have already infiltrated the capital; they can create chaos when the opportunity arises, or coordinate an attack from within at a crucial moment. But..."
He paused for a moment, then continued, "The Five Elders and that old guy from the Knights of God have very strong auras, as does that new Heroic Spirit, who is unfathomable."
Zhang Polun stood behind Sabo, elegantly stroking the musket at his waist.
"It doesn't matter. War is never about one or two strong individuals. Morale, tactics, and a little bit of luck are more crucial."
He looked at Bello Beatty.
"Beautiful lady, your abilities will be crucial at that time."
Betty exhaled a smoke ring and laughed, "Don't worry! Give me a stage, and I can get everyone's blood boiling!"
Sasaki Kojiro appeared nearby at some point, leaning against a stone pillar, looking quite relaxed.
"Soldier against soldier, general against general. At that time, even you, the world's greatest swordsman, and I will likely find it difficult to have any peace and quiet."
Hawkeye, standing not far away with his arms crossed, merely gave a faint hum upon hearing this.
They quietly savored this last moment of peace before the battle.
Border line, no man's land.
A strong wind whipped up sand, lashing at the face of a young royal soldier.
He gripped his spear nervously, gazing at the faint golden light of the temple on the distant horizon, and swallowed hard.
Opposite him, a similarly young rebel soldier gripped his scimitar tightly, his eyes filled with worry for his homeland and a resolute determination to fight.
The two gazed at each other from a distance, separated by a dense rainforest.
Although they couldn't see each other's expressions, they could feel the same heavy, deathly silence before a great battle.
Only the mournful sound of the wind remained in the air, like a rehearsal for countless departed souls.
A heavy burden fell on everyone's heart.
Only the clash of swords can determine the future of this land.