"This Reverie seems to be on an unusually grand scale."
On Fish-Man Island, two Den Den Mushi sat before Bright as he spoke with his friends. Bright said leisurely, "It seems the Government has sent invitations to every affiliated nation."
"This seems to be something that has never happened in eight hundred years."
Although the Government had yet to announce the matter to the world, with Bright's intelligence network, it was naturally easy for him to discover that the Government had dispatched invitation fleets to every affiliated nation.
"It seems the Government has also begun preparing for the final battle,"
Mr. Zephyr's calm voice came from one of the Den Den Mushi. "They probably intend to gather the strength of the entire world and fight the final battle against us."
"It is not entirely incomprehensible,"
Dragon's voice came from the other Den Den Mushi. He sounded rather amused. "Even if they have to resort to coercion, the Government will want to expand its forces as much as possible before the decisive battle with us."
"It does not really matter,"
Bright said indifferently. "No matter how many ordinary troops there are, they cannot play a decisive role in the course of the war."
"Indeed."
Mr. Zephyr sighed in wholehearted agreement. "Before weapons like those, numbers are simply meaningless."
Zephyr would never forget the last clash with the Government's Final Weapon for as long as he lived.
Before that world-destroying weapon, manpower was nothing more than a joke.
Even an army numbering tens of millions—so what? How many blasts from that floating fortress could they withstand?
It would only add to the casualties.
That floating fortress might not stand on their side, but they had Ancient Weapons as well—the very weapons that had fought against that flying ship eight hundred years ago.