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

Two naval corpses with extremely gruesome deaths: one was a dried-up corpse with its lifeblood drained, leaving only human skin; the other was a headless mutilated body with its head forcibly torn off.

The cloak of justice, stained with blood, fell slowly from the sky like a broken doll.

This bloody and cruel scene was like an invisible hammer, striking the heart of every witness on the battlefield.

Whether they were from the navy or the pirates, everyone's faces instantly turned pale, and their eyes were filled with indescribable horror.

Some recruits with weaker mental fortitude even bent over and vomited. In addition to the smell of gunpowder and blood, the air was filled with a chill that came from the depths of their souls.

Shiki the Golden Lion... no, he should now be called Shiki the Red-Haired Demon!

After completing this horrifying meal, he had completely abandoned the last shred of humanity and restraint.

He was no longer the Golden Lion with the pride and ambition of a pirate, but a demon who had truly crawled out of hell and took pleasure in killing and devouring.

At the bow of the Moby Dick, Edward Newgate, with his white beard, swayed almost imperceptibly.

He stretched out his large hand and pressed hard against his temples, his face showing an extremely rare expression of pain and exhaustion as a sharp headache swept through his nerves.

"Shiki, you're a madman..."

The white-bearded man's voice was so deep it seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat: "Why choose to be a ghost when you can be a perfectly good person!"

Memories flooded back like a tide. During those crazy years with the Rocks Pirates, he had memories of being both enemies and friends with Shiki, Linlin, and Kaido, scheming against each other and occasionally standing shoulder to shoulder. These memories, instead of bringing warmth to his sentimental heart, turned cold and painful.

He finally understood that the monster in front of him was no longer the Golden Lion he remembered, who, though arrogant, had his own set of rules for doing things!

Shiki now only has greed for power and indifference to life in his eyes. He doesn't regard anyone as a human being. In his eyes, the Marines and pirates are probably just blood food with slightly different flavors.

A chill ran down the white-bearded man's spine. He abruptly raised his head, his sharp gaze sweeping over his sons who were fighting valiantly under his command.

A terrible thought popped into his head uncontrollably: If Shiki could casually crush two Marines for a snack today, what would happen tomorrow, or even the next moment, when he felt hungry again? Would he also extend his claws to his own family?

Having had his legs broken for so many years, could Shiki's proud personality tolerate his disability?

His heart had already changed, so what if he was completely twisted into a monster? If Shiki hadn't suffered setbacks in his youth, perhaps he wouldn't have become a demon.

But now Shiki is old, practically half-buried in the ground. He's unwilling to just leave the stage of history like this, unable to become a great man like Roger. So what if he changes course and becomes a ghost, leaving a lasting infamy?

The current situation did not allow Whitebeard to easily turn against Shiki. His gaze swept across the chaotic battlefield and fixed on the figure wearing seastone handcuffs on the execution platform.

Rescuing Ace was his sole purpose for this trip, and for this goal, Whitebeard was even willing to make a deal with the devil.

Even if this demon is the red-haired monster who just devoured two marines alive in front of him, Shiki's power can help him achieve his wish.

High in the sky, the red-haired demon Shiki had just casually tossed away the two human toys and was still licking the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth when suddenly his four blood-red eyes turned sharply to a patch of airspace to his side.

Suddenly, countless dazzling golden points of light appeared in that space. These points of light were as dense as fireflies on a summer night, yet they also emitted a terrifying wave of destruction.

The moment they appeared, it was like a torrential downpour of light, engulfing Shiki's location in an overwhelming manner—Borusalino's signature move—the Yasakani no Magatama!

"Shiki, I'll make you pay with your life!" Clearly, Shiki's cruel actions had thoroughly enraged this top naval commander.

Faced with this terrifying attack that could instantly evaporate an entire fleet, Shiki, transformed into the Red-Haired Demon, showed no sign of panic on his hideous demon face.

He even raised his right hand arrogantly and shouted in a disdainful tone towards Kizaru, "Kizaru brat, can you still control these beams of light you shoot out after they leave your body?"

Before Kizaru could answer, Shiki's four blood-red eyes suddenly flashed with a terrifying light, and he swung his raised arm forward with a sudden movement.

"Since you can't, then lend me your light for a while!"

An invisible yet incredibly powerful Float-Float Fruit ability, like an unseen giant net, instantly enveloped a large area of ​​the sky around Shiki, centered on him.

The countless golden points of light that were originally aimed precisely at Shiki suddenly had their trajectories deflected in an extremely strange way when they entered the area covered by the floating power, forcibly changing the flight direction of these light projectiles.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh! ! !

To everyone's astonishment, the countless Yasakani no Magatama suddenly turned their spearheads around, no longer pointing at Shiki, but instead, like a swarm of bees out of control, indiscriminately pouring down on the most densely populated area of ​​Marineford Square below.

"What"?!

"Oh no! Get out of the way!"

"It was Admiral Kizaru's attack that was reversed and controlled."

Exclamations and screams instantly echoed throughout the square, catching both the navy and the pirates off guard by this sudden turn of events.

Golden light bullets rained down, exploding into dazzling bursts of fire in the crowd, blasting charred craters into the solid ground.

Limbs and severed bodies flew everywhere, and some unlucky soldiers were even hit in the head and died on the spot. In an instant, the once relatively orderly battle line fell into extreme chaos and panic.

Kizaru's lewd smile froze completely, and his usually half-closed eyes widened for the first time!

His pupils were filled with disbelief and shock. He never expected that Shiki could use this method to counter his ability. This was a blatant insult to him, a user of the Glint-Glint Fruit!

"Hahahaha..." Shiki looked at the chaotic scene below and let out an extremely arrogant laugh.

He pointed at Kizaru, whose face was pale, and mocked, "What's wrong, kid Kizaru? Why aren't you smiling anymore?"

"Isn't this your favorite move to hit people?"

"Now let your naval colleagues also experience your prowess. Wouldn't that better demonstrate your prestige as a naval admiral?"

This was the first time Borsalino had suffered such a crushing defeat in a direct confrontation. The Float-Float Fruit had become so powerful that it could even distort the path of light, completely exceeding everyone's comprehension.