Rebellion! Rebellion everywhere!
This was the sight every military commander feared most.
Even more terrifying, that cry of "Rebellion everywhere!" was not an exaggerated exclamation, but a factual statement.
Under the Five Elders' despairing gazes, more and more red dots appeared across the Marine Headquarters map, eventually merging into a vast red sea.
Before Garen himself had even appeared, the World Government's HP had already dropped by nine-tenths.
Viewers watching the live broadcast from screens all over the world stared wide-eyed.
In their daze, they thought it over again and again before finally confirming that they were indeed watching a comedy show.
Of course.
In the casinos of Gran Tesoro, the world's greatest entertainment city, some gamblers who had bet on the World Government were already weeping bitterly.
Those gamblers who had lost everything were the people in the world who could best understand the Five Elders' feelings.
At this very moment, the Five Elders felt like those gamblers who had lost everything but their underwear. They felt chilled to the bone, inside and out.
And when they looked down from above, they discovered that the situation was a hundred times worse than they had imagined.
The ten thousand government agents, one thousand Celestial Dragon guards, and five hundred Pacifistas had become a lone island in a red sea.
They were tightly trapped between two Marine formations flying red scarves, while the dense artillery turrets of Marine Headquarters and the massive warships docked in the harbor simultaneously turned their guns, perfectly enveloping the World Government's remaining forces in a net of firepower.
"Th-this..."
The Five Elders' hearts convulsed again.
They were not fools. Naturally, they could understand what this meant.
So many people putting on red scarves at the same time already proved that this rebellion had been organized and