250. He is out of juice

250. He is out of juice

"So you do remember them. Do you recall the promise you made to us when we were young?" Ken's voice grew louder with each passing second. Ace had once pledged to them that he wouldn't die, so why had he seemingly given up on life while he remained in chains?

Ace fell into silence, unsure of how to respond. He gazed at Ken with a trace of shame evident in his expression.

"You're a man, and man keep their promises, so damn it, don't lose hope," Ken shouted. Ace continued his silence and turned his gaze towards the battlefield. He desired to live, but a sense of guilt gnawed at him due to the lives lost. Yet, he also remembered the commitments he had made to others.

He couldn't surrender now. He still had so much to accomplish. Ace's eyes began to reflect determination, the very thing Ken had been urging for.

"I'll give it my all," Ace declared through gritted teeth.

"Good," Ken said, and just as he was about to disappear, the Gedo Mazo suddenly transformed into a puff of white smoke and vanished. Ken turned around, only to find that Sengoku had brought down the Gedo Mazo, causing significant damage to Marineford in the process.

Sengoku leaped in and landed on the platform. His golden form slowly reverted to his normal appearance, with only a few bruises marring his body. The stature of the Gedo Mazo might have been formidable if it possessed the chakra of the tailed beasts, but it remained an empty shell.

Using the Gedo Mazo to hold off Sengoku for a while had served its purpose.

"Sengoku-san, you've defied your own timeline. You attempted to execute my brother ahead of schedule. I can't allow that," Ken explained, justifying his summoning of the colossal being to confront Sengoku.

"What kind of Devil Fruit did you consume?" Sengoku inquired, his temper subsiding. Ken had initially come to converse, but the interaction with Ace had reignited his will to live, a determination he had lost earlier. However, the past insults still clouded his judgment.

"Gurararara... Ace had quite a brother," Whitebeard's hearty laughter boomed across the tumultuous battlefield, his voice filled with a mix of admiration and amusement as he watched Sabo, the Chief of Staff of the Revolutionary Army, display his formidable magical prowess.

"Happy to be of help to a legendary pirate," Sabo replied with a confident smile, acknowledging Whitebeard's words while maintaining his focus on the unfolding chaos around him.

However, Sabo's journey through this battlefield was far from over. As his arcane sigils and symbols swirled in the air, his spells of confusion took hold, sowing discord among the ranks of the Marines. The once-cohesive units found themselves turning against each other, their actions driven by a haze of disorientation and misplaced aggression.

But the appearance of Sabo and his powerful magic had drawn the attention of those who sought to put an end to his intervention. Suddenly, amidst the chaos, a group of Cipher Pol agents emerged, each masked and intent on subduing the enigmatic sorcerer. Their orders were clear – Sabo was to be neutralized at all costs.

Sensing the encroaching danger, Sabo's focus sharpened. With a gesture of his outstretched hands, he called upon the elements themselves, conjuring storm clouds that crackled with electric energy. His resounding incantation echoed across the battlefield, and bolts of arcane lightning lashed out with precision, striking down the advancing Cipher Pol agents.

The electrifying onslaught was swift and deadly, catching the agents off guard. Some were struck by the lightning bolts, their bodies convulsing as the mystical energy coursed through them. Those who managed to dodge the initial barrage found themselves in the direct path of Sabo's crimson-cloaked charge.

Sabo's movements were a blur as he closed in on his foes. A kunai, imbued with the power of Vacuum style, glinted in his hand, its blade distorted by the sheer force of his approach. With a swift, fluid motion, he thrust the kunai forward, and the blade found its mark – piercing the heart of a Cipher Pol agent who had attempted to block his path with Tekkai.

As the agent fell lifeless, Sabo wasted no time. His crimson cloak billowed behind him as he seamlessly transitioned to his next target. His movements were a dance of death, a symphony of magic and combat prowess that left those who witnessed it in awe and terror.

The Marines who had been observing the unfolding events watched with a mixture of relief and trepidation. Sabo's intervention had turned the tide of battle in favor of the Whitebeard Pirates, but his ruthlessness was undeniable. The Chief of Staff of the Revolutionary Army had proven himself to be a force to be reckoned with, a spellbinding warrior who wielded magic with the same precision and deadly intent as any blade.

Elsewhere on the battlefield, Oars Jr. made a valiant effort to breach the defenses and reach the platform. Despite the constant onslaught from Vice Admirals and even the likes of Kizaru, he pressed forward. However, his journey was cut short when Aokiji, one of the Marine Admirals, unleashed a massive ice blade that struck Oars Jr.'s legs and froze him in his tracks. The giant stumbled and fell, his colossal frame crashing to the ground.

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