Many of the Marine lieutenants and captains staggered backward.
The Rear Admirals' faces were as pale as death, their hands shaking so badly they couldn't hold their swords.
Beads of sweat rolled down the foreheads of Vice Admirals like Momonga and Doberman. They swallowed nervously, their lips trembling.
This meteorite was just too big.
Its cross-section alone covered half of Marineford Island.
Combined with the terrifying speed of it breaking through the atmosphere from outer space, they were completely unable to stop it.
The air above their heads was already being compressed, making it impossible to breathe.
Breathing became difficult. Every breath drawn in was filled with a scorching heat.
They felt a burning pain in their nasal cavities.
Some of the lower-ranking Marines, struggling to breathe, rolled their eyes back and fainted.
They had been continuously knocked out by Conqueror's Haki since the battle began.
Now, they were fainting from the thinned, compressed air and the sheer terror.
An atmosphere of despair spread throughout the entire Marine force.
Tsuru's face was ashen.
'So this is the attack Luo Chen was talking about.'
'A meteorite from outer space, six or seven kilometers in diameter!'
Sengoku looked up at the sky, his face faintly green.
This meteorite was enough to sink Marineford.
He roared again and again, finally breaking free of the fifteen red torii gates, and shouted:
"Everyone, stay calm! Use your strongest attacks and shatter this meteorite!"
"Otherwise, Marineford will sink into the sea, and no one will survive!"
At this moment, they had to unite all their strength.
Only then would they have a chance to shatter this giant meteorite.
The golden light of Sengoku's Buddha form blazed. He was the first to shoot up, charging at the meteorite in the sky.
In the distance, Akainu's entire body turned into dark red magma, like a column of magma erupting from a volcano, heading straight for the sky.
On the coast, Garp stood up. His clothes, long-stained red with blood and seawater, blurred into a bloody shadow as he shot into the air.
The Warlords of the Sea.
Doflamingo's smile was a bit stiff. He looked up at the meteorite, sweat rolling down his face.
"Hey, hey, hey... Isn't this a bit much? A lot of people are going to die."
Gecko Moria shrieked, "Attack together! We're in the blast zone too!"
They, the Warlords, had not left.
They were also within the attack range.
Bartholomew Kuma, having already lost his consciousness, was under Marine control. He used Moonwalk to charge into the sky.
Crocodile didn't say a word. His body turned to sand and drifted off the island.
Seeing him flee, Moria couldn't help but curse.
Dracule Mihawk's sharp, golden eyes were incredibly grave. He gripped his black blade, Yoru, and took a cutting stance.
Blackbeard, Marshall D. Teach, hesitated for a moment, then also decided to act.
He couldn't escape now either.
Although the Dark-Dark Fruit was a Logia, it couldn't be used to phase through external damage like other Logias. Instead, it absorbed damage.
There was no way he could absorb the damage from this giant meteorite.
Once it hit, he would definitely die.
The numerous powerhouses swarmed toward the burning meteorite in the sky like moths to a flame.
A wooden dragon carrying Luo Chen's main body flew leisurely toward the distant sea.
The wooden dragon's mouth still held Onigumo, who was missing both arms and legs.
Luo Chen stood on the dragon's head and asked coldly, "Onigumo, watch closely. This is the fate of the Marines."
"You can bite your tongue and stay silent, but someone will talk."
"I refuse to believe that Tsuru and Sengoku can bear to watch a hundred thousand elite Marines be buried in the sea."
Onigumo looked at the meteorite in the sky with despair.
On his ruined face, only his eyes still looked human.
A clear look of regret was visible in them.
"Branch... Lieutenant... Luo Chen..." Onigumo muttered to himself, his expression somewhere between a sob and a laugh.
"RUMBLE—!"
In the sky, the first wave of attacks collided with the meteorite.
Sengoku's golden Buddha light.
Akainu's giant magma fist.
Garp's Fist Bone: Impact.
Mihawk's dark green sword slash.
Blackbeard's dark vortex.
...
The Vice Admirals' physical attacks, their sword and blade strikes.
The Rear Admirals and the Marines who could still stand used spears and cannons, firing at the meteorite.
For a moment, the air was filled with all kinds of attacks.
Perhaps some Devil Fruit abilities could have a counter-effect on the meteorite, but their range was far from sufficient.
The meteorite was simply too massive. Its cross-section was comparable to half of Marineford Island, and its thickness was at least several kilometers.
The attacks and fruit abilities of any Marine below the Admiral/Emperor level were like stones sinking into the sea, unable to make the slightest ripple.
Only the attacks of Sengoku, Akainu, Garp, Mihawk, and Blackbeard could do any damage.
Bartholomew Kuma tried to use his Paw-Paw Fruit to repel the meteorite.
The result was that he was sent flying by the meteorite, smashing down toward the ground.
"Hold on!"
The face of Sengoku's golden Great Buddha was unusually ferocious and twisted.
His muscles bulged, and veins writhed on his golden body like little snakes.
With punch after punch, palm after palm, he smashed chunks of rock off the meteorite.
Akainu, his hands turned to magma, pressed against the meteorite, injecting magma into its core to destroy it from within.
Garp's fists struck again and again, breaking off large parts of the meteorite's outer shell.
But soon, he spat out a large mouthful of blood and fell toward the earth.
Tsuru ran over and caught Garp.
"Garp, are you alright?"
"Sorry... that brat Luo Chen wounded me pretty badly earlier," Garp said in a low voice.
Those six thousand punches from before had broken many of his bones.
His internal organs had also suffered varying degrees of damage.
Going all-out to strike the meteorite had caused his injuries to fully erupt. He could no longer move.
Tsuru said nothing, looking up at the meteorite.
Mihawk's slashes were very effective. Each strike could shave off a large chunk of rock.
Blackbeard was using the power of his Dark-Dark Fruit, continuously swallowing the edges of the meteorite into his black hole.
"There's not enough time," Tsuru said gravely.
If they had time, they might really be able to wear this meteorite down, bit by bit.
The problem was, the meteorite was falling incredibly fast. It was about to hit Marineford.
"Everyone, brace for impact!" Tsuru shouted.
The Marines fell into complete despair.
'Brace for impact?'
'A meteorite impact?'
'Can we even survive?'
"HRAAAGH!" Sengoku, watching the meteorite get closer and closer to the ground, attacked like a madman.
Cracks had begun to spread across his golden Buddha body, and blood seeped from the torn flesh.
Akainu also roared. One-tenth of the meteorite's underside was blasted apart by his magma.
One after another, giant boulders fell from the sky.
Including the parts worn down by the other powerhouses, one-third of the meteorite's thickness had already been ground away.
Dracule Mihawk's cold voice rang out: "Focus your attacks with me on the center. We will split it in two."
As he spoke, his black blade, Yoru, erupted with his strongest sword intent, its sharpness sweeping through the void.
The strongest, largest dark green sword slash he had ever produced shot toward the very center of the meteorite.
Akainu, Sengoku, and Blackbeard all used their strongest attacks.
They no longer tried to destroy the entire meteorite. Instead, they coordinated with Mihawk's attack, concentrating their power on one spot, attempting to split it.
Below, the Vice Admirals organized all the Marines to launch another volley.
Now, the meteorite's impact was unavoidable.
All they could do was try to blast it open from the middle, so it wouldn't crash directly on top of them.
Only then would they have a chance to survive.
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