Chapter 341: Golden Giants Siege Mariejois

He couldn’t guarantee that after defeating these golden giants, there wouldn’t be more coming his way.

Right now, the invading golden giants had already reached the heart of Mariejois.

That meant there were still an unknown number of golden giants scattered throughout Mariejois.

Boom!

At the same time, he heard rumbles in the distance. Looking up, he saw thick smoke billowing from the surrounding manors—a clear sign this was no ordinary disturbance.

At first, he’d thought it was just a slave uprising, but after seeing multiple golden giants, he changed his mind immediately.

This looked like an organized, premeditated assault.

Could the mastermind behind this really be Karl?

On the seas, only Karl was famous for recruiting every kind of scientist.

He quickly retreated, keeping his distance from the golden giants while closely watching their movements, searching for an opening.

“They’re strong, but they must have weaknesses somewhere.”

Marcus thought to himself, eyes sharp as a hawk, searching for the golden giants’ vulnerabilities. They’d gotten intel before.

Judge Vinsmoke’s clone technology had reached maturity and was meant to be traded with the World Government.

But for some reason, everything had gone quiet after that.

It’d been so long now that even the World Government nearly forgot about the whole thing.

Who would have thought this cloning tech could actually make clones on this level? It was far beyond anything he’d imagined.

Marcus frowned, shock and disbelief all over his face.

If he’d known clones could become this powerful, no way would he have let Judge Vinsmoke just quietly disappear from the seas.

Regret flooded Marcus’s heart as he realized he may have underestimated Judge Vinsmoke’s abilities.

“Each of these clones has such overwhelming power. If they were used in war, the consequences would be unimaginable.”

Marcus grew visibly excited at the thought. If the World Government got its hands on this kind of cloning tech, wouldn’t ruling the seas be a breeze?

Before he could think further, attacks came crashing down around him—several golden fists slammed into him, making his blood churn.

Under the giants’ relentless assault, his body wavered like a candle in the wind, nearly collapsing.

Every blow made his insides tremble. Dodging took every ounce of strength, muscles tightened to the absolute limit.

With so many golden giants at this level, he found himself fighting desperately just to keep up.

The giants weren’t just powerful—they were countless—and each one had an almost unstoppable ability to heal.

Every time Marcus landed a blow, he’d hold one back for a moment, but soon enough a fresh giant would take its place, launching attack after attack.

And scenes like this played out all across Mariejois.

As the golden giants tore through the field, high-ranking admirals appeared one after another to face them.

Even more members of the Five Elders had joined the battle themselves.

They raced about the battlefield, each attack unleashing the force of a thunderbolt barrage, pushing the golden giants back time and again.

But there were far too many golden giants. Even the best of them were getting overwhelmed.

“Seems the World Government’s hidden strength goes deeper than I thought.”

Karl casually chewed on an apple as he watched the chaos unfold below.

“Wonder how much will be left after this little gift I’ve delivered,” he mused.

There was a teasing note in his voice, as if he were calculating the true cost of this war.

Karl, still savoring his apple, counted off each admiral-level fighter as they appeared.

His eyes missed nothing, picking out every powerhouse amidst the battlefield carnage.

Aside from the World Government’s white-robed elites, every Five Elders family boasted more than one admiral-level fighter.

These top-tier combatants possessed terrifying strength; their arrival threw the whole battlefield into chaos.

But even stacked together, sheer power couldn’t turn the tide.

Over thirty admiral-level powerhouses had now appeared on the field.

That number made Karl nod in appreciation. He was seeing the true scope of the World Government’s power.

No wonder they’d ruled the seas in peace for 800 years.

Just this many high-level fighters were enough to dominate the world.

Their strength alone could make any adversary quake in fear.

And that wasn’t even counting the legendary Heavenly King Uranus.

A gleam flashed through Karl’s eyes. He knew the strength of Heavenly King Uranus was beyond anything an admiral could match.

That was real power—the kind that could shake the entire world.

“This fight’s getting better and better,” Karl said softly, a smile curling at his lips.

On the battlefield, clashes between the admirals and golden giants only grew fiercer.

Every strike made the air shudder, every collision made the ground quiver.

Above it all, Karl floated quietly in the sky. His apple was long gone, but his gaze stayed razor sharp.

This whole ambush on Mariejois—he’d come to see if the World Government had managed to repair Heavenly King Uranus.

Everything else was just background noise.

“Ah!”

A sudden roar blasted through the battlefield like thunder from the heavens, instantly grabbing all of Karl’s attention.

He focused in and saw a massive man locked in a brutal fight.

This man was from one of the Celestial Dragon families—a powerful Celestial Dragon in his own right.

He stood over four meters tall, face marked with patterns showing he’d eaten a Zoan-type Devil Fruit and awakened its true powers.

Now, three golden giants had him surrounded, a heart-stopping battle unfolding right before them.

Pain twisted the man’s face; eyes wide, mouth roaring in fury as he fought back with everything he had.

He struck with blinding speed. Every punch cut the air, but up against the giants’ overwhelming strength they barely seemed to matter.

The golden giants might only fight at a vice admiral’s level, but their bodies were tough as steel walls.

No matter how hard the man attacked, he couldn’t shake these three unbreakable mountains.

Amid the relentless back-and-forth, the burly man looked ready to burn out at any second.

The scene was nothing short of carnage—the earth trembled, air torn apart by giant fists and desperate blows, dust and debris blotting out the sky.

Chunks of rock shot everywhere like bullets.

Sweat and blood mixed, dripping from the man’s wounds to leave dark red beads on the ground.

“Pah!” The man roared, voice thick with anger and defiance.

“You dare attack the mighty Celestial Dragons?”

His words thundered across the battlefield. Even battered and bleeding, his presence never wavered.

“The gods will never forgive you.”

His tone dripped with Celestial Dragon pride and a near-fanatical faith in the gods.

But even as he spoke, a golden giant’s fist crashed down on him with brutal force.