The pirates sat and forgot, and they really believed the nine truths and one lie.

The sudden appearance of Artoria Pendragon caught most people off guard. They all thought that the navy had hidden the girl and did not intend to let her show up, as a way of protecting her.

Yamato and her broadcasting crew members were not affected by Whitebeard's shocking ability, "The future Admiral of the Navy has appeared, quickly point the camera at her, this is big news"!

It was the first time that Yamato saw the knight girl up close. Artoria was even more beautiful than her image in the sky, but no matter how beautiful she was, the navy was obviously defeated. How could she turn the tide of the battle alone?

The entire Marinford battlefield, and even the audiences from all over the world who were watching through the Den Den Mushi screens, all focused their attention on the golden figure standing on the ruined city wall.

Altria Pendragon, the young knight who suddenly appeared, alone bore the invisible pressure that was enough to crush steel.

The pirates' eyes were full of contempt and confusion, and even the eyes of many of their naval colleagues were filled with suspicion and despair.

Facing the godlike Whitebeard and his unstoppable pirate army, what can such a seemingly weak girl, the future Navy Admiral, do?

Do miracles really exist?

Under the watchful, even somewhat pessimistic gaze of the crowd, Artoria began to act.

Her movements were solemn and graceful, her hands clenched as if holding something invisible, and she slowly raised them from her waist.

At first, there seemed to be nothing in her hand, only the air was slightly distorted, as if shrouded in a layer of transparent mist, no one could see its shape and length.

However, the next moment - unblocked!

As her cold voice fell, an invisible whirlwind suddenly swirled around her, blowing up her golden hair and white cloak of justice.

The layers of seals attached to the sword dissipated like dust in this whirlwind, and it was time for Altria Pendragon to step forward!

A dazzling light burst out, and a gorgeous, sacred sword that contains supreme glory and power finally revealed its true form - the sword of vowed victory!

Artoria raised the holy sword above her head with one hand, with the tip pointing to the sky. Her green eyes swept over the navy soldiers below who were scarred but still fighting.

A clear and resolute female voice, like the sound of a huge bell, pierced through the clamor of the battlefield and reached everyone's ears clearly:

"We gather in Marinford today not for selfish desires or hatred."

"What we hold on to is the indelible justice in our hearts. Evil may prevail for a while, but the ultimate victory will belong to justice"!

Her voice seemed to carry a strange magic, and every word struck the Marines' hearts hard.

The moment the words fell, something strange happened. The Sword of Promise of Victory burst out with a dazzling golden light like the sun.

This light not only enveloped the sword, but also illuminated Altria's entire body, making her look like a goddess descending to earth.

What was even more shocking was that countless tiny golden spots of light began to float on the ground of Marinford.

Some of these light spots floated out from the bodies of naval soldiers who had died in battle but still maintained a charging posture.

Some emerged from the depths of this land soaked in blood and will. They seemed to have heard the call, spanning time and space, from the past, present, and even the future.

All the warriors who died on the battlefield for their beliefs, were transformed by the tragic and lofty ideals they held at that last moment!

At this moment, these countless points of light carrying faith and glory, like rivers flowing into the sea, converge towards the holy sword in Altria's hand!

Buzz! A massive golden beam of light shot up from the tip of the Sword of Promised Victory, reaching thousands of meters into the sky.

It is like a huge lighthouse burning with the flame of justice, illuminating the entire gloomy battlefield of Marinford with brilliance. The light dispels the coldness of death and brings indescribable warmth and hope.

At first, both the pirates and the navy thought that this would be a devastating blow, and some even speculated in fear whether the young female knight was going to use a forbidden move that would kill her and the enemy together.

"So warm..."

The navy soon noticed something unusual. The navy soldiers who were illuminated by the soft light emitted by the golden beam of light felt a numbing and itchy sensation on the wounds on their bodies.

The bleeding from the broken wound stopped, the severe pain was significantly relieved, and a warm current flowed through my limbs and bones, as if a continuous stream of new energy was surging from my body.

What was even more miraculous was that the fear and desire to retreat that had originally arisen from Whitebeard's terror and the disadvantageous situation in the battle melted away as quickly as ice and snow meeting the sun.

Instead, there was an extremely strong fighting spirit, a desire to fight the pirates to the death for justice.

Every naval soldier seemed to have experienced a short but profound revolving lantern in his mind.

They saw the figures of countless predecessors, those naval heroes who fought bravely and shed blood on the battlefield for the word "justice", and were looking at them with eyes full of hope and encouragement.

A lofty sense of mission and belief burns in the heart. We all have one head on two shoulders, and no one wants to be a coward. Everyone will die sooner or later, so why not make your death more valuable.

It is better to die for justice than to become a prisoner of pirates or die from the torture of disease. It is better to rush towards the utopia of justice like countless dead predecessors.

"For justice"!!

I don't know who shouted the first one.

"The Navy is immortal, justice will last forever"!!

"Follow Lady Altria and destroy the pirates. Justice can never be killed"!

A roar like a tsunami erupted from the navy camp, and the originally sluggish morale was like being watered by the fountain of life, boiling to its peak in an instant.

The eyes of every naval soldier were red, no longer filled with bloodshot fear, but with a fighting spirit filled with the belief of death.

Don't be humble because of the narrow sense of justice in your heart. As long as you chop down the pirates in front of you and walk on the path of justice, any blood and life shed by anyone is worth it. Justice is invincible!

Artoria Pendragon, with the holy sword in her hand and the faith in her heart, unleashes an ability called Charisma, which boosts the morale of the army she leads and significantly improves the physical fitness of its members.

A terrifying idealistic ability that influences reality through belief. Artoria Pendragon is the king of large-scale legion combat. As long as she does not fall, the blessing of the army's leadership temperament will never be interrupted.

Who in the world could have imagined that she could single-handedly reverse the navy's morale that was on the verge of collapse? What Artoria held high in her hand was not only the sword of promised victory, but also the indomitable spirit of the entire navy.

Justice is no longer just a slogan, but the amount of justice in your heart can be transformed into the real power of belief.