At every moment, screams, wails, and battle cries resounded throughout Marin Fantuo. Blood, flesh, heads, and limbs could be seen everywhere, piling up into countless small hills, turning Marin Fantuo into a nauseating slaughterhouse.
The scorching lava splashed and melted the mountains of corpses. The scorching black smoke mixed with the blood mist and spread into the sky, dyeing the pale white sky red and black. The hellish scene could be seen from the sea area dozens of miles away.
The shadow of a huge fleet was rapidly approaching, and the naval checkpoints along the way were broken down like paper, leaving the wreckage and corpses, sinking to the bottom of the sea.
"The big show has begun, and I don't want to miss this good show."
In the low roar, a figure wrapped in black flames rose into the air like a terrible pterosaur, leading the way to the battlefield. All the naval checkpoints along the way were burned into flames, and the smell of meat filled the sea, guiding the direction of the follow-up fleet.
Kaido, wearing a skeleton necklace, sat on a wide iron chair, exhaling excited black smoke from his nose, and the strong smell of blood was teasing his bloodthirsty nerves. The burly and fierce pirates on the ship also showed a ferocious aura like a beast, and their eyes showed a tyrannical light.
Not far from them.
The turbulent tide was swept by the hurricane, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled in the clouds, and the thunder rumbled. In the wind and thunder, a terrible pirate flag was looming, as if some terrible disaster was moving toward Marin Fando, and from time to time, a loud and violent laughter could be heard.
.....
On the other side.
The sealed Upside Down Mountain, the entrance to East Blue.
The hurricane fell from the sky, and the fleet quietly flying the flag of the Revolutionary Army was approaching East Blue. At this time, it was obviously the time deliberately chosen by the Marine Headquarters.
For the war of the top in Marin Fando, the Revolutionary Army did not intend to get involved. On the contrary, they felt that it was not a good idea. Instead, they took this opportunity to rescue the chaotic East Blue and then include it in the territory of the Revolutionary Army, which was the most profitable strategy.
Moreover, on the other hand, the leader of the Revolutionary Army, Monchi D. Dragon, was extremely concerned and worried about the current situation in the East Sea.
The raging hurricane crushed the vegetation on the mountain, and the sand and stones were blown away. The cannon fire rumbled and smashed on the mountain, and the rolling rocks fell into the sea, revealing the black tentacles that were entangled by the roots of the trees.
"What the hell is this?"
A hurricane spun around his body, isolating the poisonous fog and sucking it towards the eye of the storm that was condensing in the sky. Dragon looked at the mountain under his feet with a gloomy face. A cold and terrifying pulse came from the mountain.
This mountain is alive?!
A strange and absurd thought suddenly appeared in his mind. In the next moment, the mountain suddenly split open, and a strange and eerie aura seeped out from the deep black abyss. Countless black tentacles wrapped around each other shot out at lightning speed.
A gloomy chill came from the soles of his feet, and the hair on his back stood up. Monchi D. Dragon quickly retreated, and there was a crackling sound in the air. The tentacles that covered his eyes smashed down like a raging wave.
His body dissipated in an instant, turning into a gust of wind and flashing away. At the same time, a series of thin wind blades penetrated the black tide overwhelmingly. The black tide disintegrated and turned into dregs, drifting in the air.
This time, he was horrified to see that under the black abyss of the mountain, there were strange black shadows moving out at high speed from inside. It was as if the black door of the abyss was opened, and the apostles and servants that belonged to the devil were released from inside.
The green poisonous fog dissipated. No, it did not dissipate, but it was condensing toward a figure inside. As the dark robe fluttered, a figure jumped out strangely. The vines on the upper mountain range grew crazily and turned into two terrifying giant hands, widening the channel of the Inverted Mountain, allowing the East Sea Fleet that had been ready and waiting behind to begin to pass through.
"Change the flag!"
East Sea.
The poisonous fog of the Inverted Mountain dissipated, and the narrow channel was forcibly torn open. It could accommodate dozens of warships side by side. Fick put down the binoculars and ordered the adjutant behind him.
The flags that were originally hung, no matter what they were, whether they belonged to the country, the Chamber of Commerce, or the Navy, all fell off and were replaced with the sword and shield flag. Those were the flags of the Freemasonry and the Shaohe Party.
"It's about to begin, let's go!"
Standing at the side, wearing a neat military uniform, which was basically the same as the Navy's uniform, but there was an additional cross woven with black thread on the chest, which meant "rebuilding order from the ruins of death". Crowe raised his hand to support his gold-rimmed glasses, and the faint hypocritical smile that had been hanging on his face finally disappeared into a solemn expression.
Monchi D. Dragon looked at the mountain that suddenly came to life, the apostles that crawled out of the black abyss, and the fleet assembled in the East Sea. His pupils shrank to the size of a needle, and a dense chill suddenly enveloped his whole body.
He didn't even have time to think about the connection between the two. He instinctively sensed the aura of some kind of conspiracy, and the chill that seeped into the bone permeated the air. A hoarse and deep evil laughter sounded: "It's the guy who escaped last time!"
The voice faded away!
One of the silhouettes appeared from the darkness, scarlet eyebrows moved, and the entire figure instantly turned into a bat-like shadow that swept through the air. The umbrella sword was like a black dot that rapidly enlarged in his eyes.
"It's … …"
A tragic scene appeared in his mind, and the shock on Dragon's face didn't even have time to solidify. His gaze followed Blood Earl Balorick to another black figure that walked out.
The steel-like sturdy body, his entire body exuded a domineering aura, but as if he was a puppet controlled by someone, he followed the other person step by step.
Impressively, it was a black robe, and under the black robe was a Navy uniform Garp, and a white military uniform cloak. It should be the newly appointed Vice Admiral Yarlin that had already been confirmed dead by the Marine headquarters.
Shock, astonishment, and horror!
Monchi D. Dragon felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, the coldness of his entire body almost freezing his soul. Especially when he looked at Garp's eyes, the latter's eyes were indifferent and cold, looking at him as if he was looking at a dead person.
The black abyss was still being torn apart, and the pitch black terrifying battleship was slowly emerging, revealing a thick and shocking ship cannon. Yarlin's back was against the deep darkness, and he casually raised his eyelids, glancing at the battle in the sky, his gaze locked onto Monchi D. Dragon's body.
"Kill him, we're in a hurry!"
The other party's identity, as well as why he was unlucky enough to appear here, was already not worth Yarlin's attention, because the dead didn't need to leave their names.
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