Chapter 1111: Pacifista, Deploy!
Chapter 1111: Pacifista, Deploy!
Is Kas unable to help either?
Seeing Kas’s expression of slight regret, Kuro shook his head. If someone explicitly said they couldn’t do it, Kuro wouldn’t push him to try.
Several Vice Admirals stepped backward.
“Impotent?” Wilbur murmured to Kas as they walked together.
Kas shook his head. “I’ve been mentally and physically drained recently. You know David brought the entire Vinsmoke family here—I’ve already exhausted my energy training them. Facing these people now, I feel utterly powerless. I’m ashamed, and I deeply regret failing Mr. Kuro, but some things just can’t be forced. Trying anyway would only make things worse.”
“Vinsmoke, huh?” Wilbur said understandingly. He’d been involved too—while Kas trained the clones, Wilbur handled their theoretical education. He’d been swamped himself.
Their eight accompanying Capital Ships withdrew as they boarded, forming a fan shape with Kuro’s two Warships aimed at Kemorike Island.
Capital Ships were massive—comparable to land fortresses. Ten such colossal gunships naturally exuded immense intimidation.
Unfortunately, no one here feared them. Crimson-eyed figures roared as they charged toward Kuro, looking more like demons than men.
Kuro turned to Brant’s remaining severed head. “Not even a sliver of mercy?”
The head stayed silent, its lips curling into a malevolent grin toward Kuro.
Kuro eyed the charging horde for a long silence before sighing. “So you really want company in death?”
“Exactly!” Brant’s head erupted in laughter—a sound tinged with sorrow and resentment.
It almost felt like an accusation—why didn’t you push harder? Why not try other solutions?
“You’re no different from the rest of the world!” Brant scoffed. “Come on then! Destroy me at the cost of over a hundred thousand lives! Let’s see where you stand in this world afterward!”
“You’re mistaken.”
Kuro spoke calmly, his body rising into the air as steam billowed from his mouth. “Do you think I’d beg? Or feel pity for you? Apologize? Repent? Give you satisfaction? Did prison scramble your brain so badly?”
“I’m Navy! I’d never stoop to compromising with a pirate in cowardly submission. Placing hope on a pirate’s mercy is absurd. Perhaps you had other ways to resolve their fate—but you also had other ways to ensure your survival and future threats.”
“As I said, I’m able to make the decision!”
Finishing, Kuro flew backward, landing on his Warship’s deck. His expression hardened.
Other Vice Admirals on their ships watched Kuro, awaiting his command.
Borsalino’s face held pity, Doflamingo indifference.
Kas and Wilbur looked grave, while Klah adjusted his glasses, eyes gleaming with slight excitement.
Pacifista!
This technique would be his legacy.
Once completed, he’d be promoted to ‘Pacifista Vice Admiral’—a title few could claim. Selection criteria ensured no disgrace to Navy honor, requiring influential Vice Admirals.
The original Pacifista deployments involved only a select few—back when Three Admirals were still Vice Admirals, and now in the era of elite Vice Admirals. If Klah joined this group, he’d ascend into their ranks.
There were no official rankings or titles. All were Vice Admirals, differing only in authority, strength, and reputation.
In short, this was a fast track to prestige—a sure path to being recognized as an elite Vice Admiral. Even Smoker had spent years earning that title.
“Consider it again?”
Lida hesitated. “A hundred thousand lives… Let someone else bear this burden. Isn’t that what you excel at?”
“What nonsense! When did I ever pass the buck?”
Kuro snapped. “I’ve always shouldered responsibility myself!”
Lida’s expression remained calm, as if expecting this answer.
Kuro felt helpless. He’d love to shift blame, but where? He was an Admiral now!
Pass it to Sakazuki’s hands?
Technically, Sakazuki wasn’t his direct superior—more of a half-boss. Their orders both came from the World Government, with the Five Elders as Kuro’s true superiors.
He wasn’t recruited through World Recruitment—he was old-school Navy, unbound by faction hierarchies to obey Sakazuki. Even if he tried, Sakazuki couldn’t take the fall for him.
As an Admiral, Kuro had rights—and responsibilities.
He inhaled sharply, grinding his teeth. “Pacifista, deploy!”
“Fire!!”
Boom!!
Doflamingo gave the order first. Two Warships unleashed indiscriminate cannon fire at the island, their main guns roaring.
Klah followed, then Kas and Wilbur, finally Borsalino.
Ten Capital Ships firing indiscriminately was devastating. With their long range covering half the island, explosions erupted like blooming flowers.
Crimson-eyed figures charging forward were instantly consumed by cannonball barrages—like stones hitting water, splashing waves of flying bodies.
Yet they felt no pain. The dead were the lucky ones. The wounded, missing limbs, still snarled toward the ships like virus-infected 'Ice Ghosts' or Luo Shen’s old 'Crimson Demon'.
Among them were elders and children, all crimson-eyed, unshaken by the attacks.
Brant’s skull wore a stunned expression.
Yes, this was his goal. Revenge against Borsalino and a final mass suicide to warn the world—never betray hope, never conquer nations lightly.
But…
When the cannon fire actually came, Brant hesitated.
Was this truly necessary?
Over a hundred thousand lives…
“No! It’s necessary! No turning back!” Brant’s face twisted into a gruesome mask, resolve hardening.
He’d passed the point of no return the moment he sacrificed his body for power.
This was the only path left!
(End of Chapter)
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