A few days later.
Above Egghead Island.
A massive fleet of floating airships descended.
Apart from some scientists in white lab coats disembarking, only Enel emerged from the cabin, stretching his body.
Honestly, it was more tiring than fighting...
He could manage at first, but even a good person couldn't endure being squeezed like this...
The electric current that allowed the entire fleet of dozens of ships to fly was not just a burst that was easily squandered during regular battles.
It required control, continuous output without interruption.
It was only because Enel had trained for so many years and possessed a good physique...
Inside the airship control room.
Enel watched as Vegapunk and his several clones, who had excitedly rushed here, personally inspected various parts of the ship:
"I say..."
"These things should just melt, they're no use."
"It's too early to be making these."
Indeed...
Currently, most of the Four Seas, under the leadership of the Revolutionary Army, were just entering industrial society.
To propel the world directly from the industrial age to the interstellar age was a very long process...
These airships were of no use in the current stage.
The most crucial point was that Vegapunk's dream of infinite energy had not yet been developed.
Without Enel, the mobile charging treasure, these airships were just a pile of scrap metal...
If they were to go into a major battle, there would be no time to act as a charging treasure for these ships. Moreover, if Enel was spotted on board, a single slash would shatter them all...
Vegapunk chuckled:
"These are all precious materials and samples."
"It's all for the future."
Enel's mouth twitched.
The same sentence again.
Uncle Sakazuki too.
The pirates, the government, and the Revolutionary Army hadn't all been eliminated, and they were already preparing for the future... although victory was certain...
Enel said weakly:
"I'm going to sleep."
"See you!!!"
Zzzzt—
He vanished, transforming into lightning.
His weak tone was completely disproportionate to his speed of disappearance...
Vegapunk chuckled as Enel left, then began inspecting the airships again, as if they were treasures.
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New World, New Marineford.
Marshal's Office.
Karol pushed the door open and walked in:
"Enel has returned to Egghead Island, Marshal."
Sakazuki, who was manipulating the sand table, looked up:
"Let him rest well."
"After that, prepare to intercept the Red-Haired Pirates."
Karol nodded:
"Yes."
He smiled, looking at the constantly manipulated and updated sand table:
"The Red-Haired Pirates are making quite slow progress."
On the sand table.
The islands on both sides, formerly occupied by the Navy, now flew the flags of the Steam Pirates or the Red-Haired Pirates for the most part.
However, compared to the speed of the Navy's advance and retreat, it seemed too slow.
The people had all evacuated, and Enel had gone out for a joyride and returned, and they still hadn't finished receiving the territory...
Sakazuki snorted, looking at the pirate flags on the sand table:
"That's why they are trash eliminated by the era."
The Navy was researching future airships, while the pirates were still using wooden ships and recruiting navigators everywhere...
Sakazuki seemed to recall something and looked at Karol:
"How is things on Whole Cake Island?"
The New World's front line was too long, spanning the entire New World.
Sakazuki's updated sand table only showed the extent of occupation; the details still needed to be compiled by the intelligence department below and sent over uniformly.
Karol frowned slightly:
"It's not going very smoothly."
"The closer we get to Whole Cake Island, the more powerful individuals there are."
"Without the Admirals making a move, it's difficult to achieve any significant victories."
"After all, most of our Vice Admirals are still somewhat inferior to those pirate powerhouses who have climbed their way up through fierce battles."
Sakazuki nodded and pondered:
"What about Wano Country?"
Karol said:
"The offensive in Wano Country has also been temporarily thwarted."
"Kaido has likely recovered and appeared on the front lines of the Beasts Pirates."
"However, Kaido did not make a move this time."
"It was merely a deterrent."
"Therefore, our army did not rashly attack and has been in a stalemate."
Sakazuki nodded:
"Nothing is going smoothly..."
He placed his hands on the edge of the sand table, tapping his index fingers lightly, and thought...
"Issue an order."
"For the direction of Whole Cake Island, assign half of the fleet, led by Aramaki, to cut across towards the Steam Pirates' sphere of influence."
"For the direction of Wano Country, assign half of the fleet, led by Borsalino, to cut across towards the Red-Haired Pirates' sphere of influence."
"Cut them off."
"Enel and Kuzan will guard the designated positions to prevent the Red-Hairs and Heer Nork from severing our supply lines."
He glanced at the distribution on the sand table and waved his hand:
"Go."
Karol said:
"Yes."
He slowly withdrew.
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New World, Volvo Island.
This was originally one of Kaido's troop garrisons.
Due to Kaido's disappearance a while ago, and despite King's strenuous efforts, they had suffered successive defeats, and the island was subsequently occupied by the Navy.
It was currently the foremost garrison island against the Beasts Pirates.
The war situation changed daily, and it was unusual that Kaido of the Beasts Pirates had not made a move.
This had given both Fujitora and Borsalino a much-needed respite.
However, this peaceful period was shattered by the mission orders from Headquarters.
Fujitora sat amongst the soldiers, enjoying a bowl of ramen.
Borsalino approached lazily from a distance:
"Such a leisurely life~"
"Fujitora-san~"
Fujitora put down his ramen and looked in Borsalino's direction:
"What is it, Admiral Borsalino?"
"You don't seem to be in high spirits."
Borsalino replied with a hint of helplessness:
"Well~"
"It's nothing much~"
"Just received a troublesome assignment~"
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New World, Biscuit Island.
An island located northwest of Whole Cake Island, it was originally managed by Cracker, one of the Sweet Commanders.
After his death at the hands of Admiral Ryokugyu and the fierce offensive of the Navy, the island fell and is now one of the Navy's strongholds.
On the island.
Beneath a giant biscuit house, Aramaki lay in a rocking chair, basking in the sun.
The offensive had not been going smoothly lately, leaving him with some free time.
Unless Charlotte Linlin herself attacked, Admirals would not easily intervene.
These were specifically Sakazuki's orders, and although he didn't understand the intention, why bother... basking in the sun was the most important thing...
In the distance.
A messenger ran over:
"Admiral Aramaki!"
"Headquarters has sent a dispatch ordering you to divide your forces and attack the Steam Pirates' territory!"
Aramaki sat up abruptly, his tone tinged with excitement:
"Oh?"
"Really?"