"Charge with Pops!"
"Ace! We're here to save you!"
"Get lost! You damned Marines! Don't block my way!"
"Hold the line! No retreat! Marineford is right behind us!"
"For justice!"
"For the glory of the Marines!"
Without a doubt, neither the Marines nor the Whitebeard Pirates had any room to retreat in this war.
So from the very beginning, both sides fought with extreme brutality.
In less than fifteen minutes, the seawater had already been dyed red. Countless mangled corpses floated on the surface, making the distant scene look like hell itself.
As for the central battlefield where Whitebeard, Garp, and Akainu clashed, it had long since become an apocalyptic wasteland.
There was no need to say much about Whitebeard and Akainu. Both were monsters capable of wielding natural disasters.
Although Garp was not a Devil Fruit Ability User, he had long trained his Haki and physical arts to their limits.
His overwhelmingly powerful Armament Haki, in particular, perfectly covered every inch of his body. Even if a sharp blade struck him head-on, it would only produce the sound of metal colliding, leaving not even the slightest scar.
While both sides fought fiercely, no one noticed that the defensive position Blackbeard Teach was responsible for had somehow become completely empty.
Of course, perhaps someone had noticed but simply had no time to care.
After all, stopping the Whitebeard Pirates' ferocious assault was the Marines' most urgent priority.
"Zehahahaha! Those Marines actually wanted me to risk my life fighting Pops. Dream on! My ambition isn't merely to become one of the Seven Warlords!" Blackbeard Teach laughed wildly and without restraint.
At that moment, he was less than half an hour away from Impel Down, his mind entirely occupied with how to subdue the unruly Great Pirates imprisoned inside.
"Captain,