"Kill!"
"Everyone, charge! This is the last fortress on the island!"
"Lord Buggy is watching us from behind! We must not disgrace Lord Buggy!!"
Countless furious roars echoed across the center of the battlefield.
A large number of mercenaries bearing the Buggy Express insignia had gone red-eyed as they raised their blades and guns, charging toward the final fortress on Morse Island.
After two days and two nights of assault.
Morse Island, an island occupying a crucial position along the West Blue's golden shipping route, now had only this final fortress still holding out.
Cannons roared without end, and smoke filled the air.
The fortress walls, once built from sturdy bluestone, were now riddled with huge breaches and blackened scorch marks left by raging flames.
The last remaining soldiers used the last of their strength to stop the mercenary pirates climbing up the walls.
Meanwhile, the pirates charged at the fortress with weapons raised and morale soaring.
The slaughter had entangled both sides into one chaotic mass.
The collision of smoke and flesh made this final fortress as brutal as a meat grinder.
Deep within the fortress.
Unlike the savage fighting outside, this place was now filled with anxiety and panic.
The once lavishly decorated command hall was now filled with cries for help being sent outward.
At the very back of the command hall was a hidden, sturdy conference room.
"Bang!!"
"Damn it, why haven't the World Government's reinforcements arrived yet? We paid them so much in taxes all these years. Is this how they treat us?"
Fatty Dick, the Governor of Morse Island, was filled with fury. He slammed the conference table hard and roared like a wild beast.
Fatty Dick tried to hide his panic with anger, but the exaggerated expressions on his face only made him