DreamersGN Chapter 555: Setting off at dawn!
Chapter 555: Setting off at dawn!
Twelve hours passed quickly!
The machinery at Future Island Port roared deafeningly. Heavy-duty gates swung open with a thunderous crash.
Several silver-gray warships slid into the sea. Blinding blue-white flames erupted from the stern jets.
The heavy armor plates on both sides popped open simultaneously. The dark, gaping gun emplacements were aimed directly at the horizon.
The metal casing exuded a murderous aura.
Vegapunk stood atop the highest point of the control panel, holding a megaphone. His voice ripped through the mechanical noise.
"The Moby Dick and Redford are still undergoing upgrades!"
"Nobody should mess with the old ship today!"
"Everyone aboard the new ship and heading to sea!"
The two royal pirate crews' veteran pirates stood on the shore.
He stared at those cold, high-tech metal shells, his face filled with disdain.
What kind of pirate ship is it without a wooden deck?
There wasn't even room to put a wine barrel.
Vegapunk didn't bother with any more words. He slapped the red button.
An experimental ship on the edge suddenly took off.
The tail nozzles opened wide. Blue and white flames exploded.
The warship skimmed the sea surface for dozens of meters. The violent thrust cleaved the wall of waves in front of it in two.
The seawater was violently torn apart. White foam filled the sky.
Water spray, carried by the strong wind, crashed onto the shore.
The old pirate, who had just been full of resentment, almost popped his eyes out.
A group of people rushed toward the new ship like madmen.
He peered over the gunwale into the engine room, his mouth watering as he touched the cold, heavy cannon.
All the complaints disappeared.
Desperate criminals who lick blood from the edge of a knife only care about firepower and speed.
It can kill. A metal hull makes a good ship.
The atmosphere at the other end of the harbor was cold and hard.
Dragon, along with the Revolutionary Army, takes over the defense of Future Island.
Kera held the data tablet, meticulously checking the permissions for each sentry post. His fingers left afterimages as he typed on the screen.
The firing points were locked down one by one.
Ivankov shouted, urging his men to fill the supply depot with ammunition and first-aid kits.
Boxes of special armor-piercing projectiles were thrown onto the elevator.
Vegapunk jumped off the platform and pulled out a core chip that glowed with a blue light.
I slapped it onto the dragon's palm with my own hands.
Long shoved the chip into the arm terminal with his other hand.
A green light appeared.
"The defense line has been redrawn!"
"First layer: offshore early warning! Second layer: port fortifications! Third layer: experimental zone internal defense!"
His voice was as cold as iron.
Future Island is completely locked down. Wartime status is at its maximum.
Sabo, carrying steel pipes, strode towards the gangway of the lead ship.
He didn't look back. He didn't slow down.
The dragon stared at his retreating figure for only two seconds.
"Once you're on the front lines, you'll be under Ye Jiezhi's control."
It was an instruction. It was also a military order.
Sabo paused, then nodded emphatically.
Not a single word of nonsense was uttered.
Chen Ye blocked the gangway entrance, cutting off the conversation.
"This expedition will not distinguish between revolutionaries and pirates."
His gaze swept across the entire room.
"Anyone who falls behind or acts without authorization will be punished according to the rules of the battlefield."
Sabo looked up.
"That's for the best."
He strode onto the deck.
Dragon guards the rear. Sabo accompanies the army. Chenye commands the entire operation.
The established pattern is completely fixed.
The sharpest knife must be hard enough.
Whitebeard, Shanks, Rocks, and all the core members of the crew crammed onto the same flagship.
It is three times the size of a regular warship. Its armor is ridiculously thick.
Whitebeard stepped onto the deck.
Congyunqie slammed down with the momentum.
boom.
The special alloy didn't even leave a white mark.
The white-bearded man grinned.
Beneath those youthful muscles lurks a monster capable of overturning the world.
Shanks led his men straight into the command center.
With both hands resting on the holographic command platform, the new student fiddled with the instrument panel with his left arm.
Go through the nautical chart data one by one.
A domineering aura surged through his arms without any hesitation.
Rocks stepped onto the highest point of the bow.
He glanced at the metal deck. He scoffed.
"This wrecked ship is a real eyesore if it doesn't smell of blood."
He was cursing, but his feet seemed welded to the bow of the boat.
The fervor in his eyes was impossible to suppress.
Marco and Beckman moved around on the deck.
First aid medication, spare gun barrels, nautical charts, and rations. All were smashed into the safe zone on the foredeck.
This ship needs to be able to fight. More importantly, it needs to be able to withstand attacks.
The supplies were arranged in an extremely cunning manner, all according to wartime standards for instant retrieval.
On the shore, the revolutionaries and researchers spontaneously lined up.
No one spoke.
The dragon stood high above. Its deep green cloak was torn by the wind.
Sabo stood at the edge of the deck. He finally turned back for one last look.
The dragon didn't wave. Its face was as cold as stone.
Simply raise your right hand and push your palm forward.
The standard military order to depart.
Sabo suddenly turned around.
He strode to his battle station, his eyes fixed on the sea ahead.
There was no goodbye.
The lives of father and son, master and apprentice, are all tied to this one move.
Chen Ye walked to the control panel.
His gaze swept over the raging waves. He slapped the control button to death.
"All ships, unlock!"
Several warships were set ablaze at the same time.
The violent exhaust flames pressed deep trenches into the sea surface.
The ship tore through the air and crashed into the open sea at terrifying speed.
The immense thrust slammed everyone against the bulkhead.
Vegapunk frantically pounded on the data panel on the shore, yelling at the top of his lungs that the thrusters were perfect.
The old pirates clung desperately to the metal railings, laughing wildly despite the fierce, tearing wind.
The elite members of the Red-Haired Gang swiftly took over the enemy's position.
The entire fleet set sail without the slightest mishap.
The order to set sail within twelve hours was executed flawlessly.
The fleet entered the open sea.
The raging waves of the new world crashed down on us. A black wall of water, tens of meters high, slammed directly into our faces.
Technological superiority.
The gravity stabilizing device automatically pops open.
A deep blue force field held it up, forcefully absorbing the impact of the seawater.
Marco stepped onto the deck to go down to the lower level.
I couldn't feel any bumps under my feet.
Push open the casualty ward. Check and secure each bed one by one.
No one's injuries worsened.
The blue flames of regeneration danced at his fingertips.
Beckman was anchored in the lookout position.
I stared intently at the nautical chart and the compass needle, frantically calculating the ship's speed in my mind.
The wind whipped his hair. He didn't even blink.
Marco climbed up the escalator and tossed him a cigarette.
"This metal casing is really something."
"The chassis is as stable as if it were rooted in a rock."
Beckman took the cigarette. He didn't light it.
"The speed is too high."
"It can significantly reduce the marching time."
The two exchanged a glance. Their confidence was now completely restored.
The Royal Team's second-in-command. Their teamwork clicked instantly.
Chenye stood alone at the bow of the ship.
The black overcoat fluttered loudly in the wind.
Nautical charts, wind direction, magnetic field, enemy shipping routes.
It's driving me crazy.
The Straw Hat crew. The Thousand Sunny is fast. But the extreme magnetic field outside will definitely slow it down. No matter how reckless Luffy is, he'll still suffer from the environmental factors.
Naval fleet. Akainu is seeking stability. The main force's advance is too slow.
The Knights of God.
The shortest route from Mary Geoise to Elbaf.
Garin Saint carries Im's kill order. There's no time to waste.
Which Crimson Route? It's a dagger thrust straight into the heart of the Giant Kingdom.
The more he calculated, the sullen his expression became.
His brows were tightly furrowed.
Wind direction. Ocean currents. All the variables collided.
Only one conclusion remains.
Marco sensed something was wrong. He strode closer.
"Is the flight path wrong? Should we change course?"
Chen Ye didn't reply. He stared intently at the horizon.
The voice was frighteningly deep.
"Call Whitebeard, Shanks, Rocks, and Beckman all here."
Marco didn't waste any words. He turned around and went to fetch the person.
moment.
The chart table was surrounded.
The white-bearded man leaned on his dagger. Shanks held his sword. Rocks looked annoyed. Beckman's face was ashen.
Chen Ye didn't lay any groundwork.
His finger was on Elbaf's spot. He slammed it down twice.
"At our current pace, we're not slow."
He looked up. His gaze swept over the four people.
"But the World Government is definitely faster than us."
The sound of the wind on the deck was instantly cut off.
"Because they have a magical way of teleporting a group of people directly to Elbaf."
It's no use going any faster!
The noise on the deck was completely silenced.
Everyone understood instantly.