Island of Knowledge,
Ohara.
Several dozen kilometers off the coastline,
waves surged as soldiers assembled on the decks and shells were loaded one after another.
Along the shore,
countless Ohara residents preparing to set sail, as well as outsiders who had come here on business, all stared in confusion at the massive fleet in the distance.
That... looked like the Navy?
Those warships and seagull flags seemed unmistakable. Countless vessels cleaved through the waves, closing in on Ohara from all sides.
Cannons adjusted their angles, aiming from afar at Ohara itself.
There were many high-ranking officers rarely seen in the West Blue aboard the decks.
Two towering men stood out among them.
One had curly hair and sunglasses.
The other was powerfully built and wore a cap.
Elsewhere stood a suited man draped in a gray-and-white striped cloak. He held a strangely shaped golden Den Den Mushi and looked extremely arrogant, apparently deploying the operation.
Anyone knowledgeable enough to recognize that golden Den Den Mushi would have been utterly shocked!
It signified that the World Government's final bottom line had been breached, leaving no room for reconciliation.
The signal that the true overlord of these seas was about to unleash absolute judgment—
Buster Call!!!
It generally consisted of more than ten warships and elite forces led by at least five Vice Admirals.
It carried out indiscriminate annihilation attacks upon the area from which the signal originated!
The smoke-filled atmosphere finally stirred unease among the people on the shore.
"Hey... why do I feel like those Marines are coming for Ohara?!"
"No way, did some Great Pirate wander over here?"
"What kind of Great Pirate would need such a huge force? The Pirate King?"
The people discussed it fearfully, unaware that there truly was someone here worthy of such a grand