Ohara! Damn Roger

The naval forces, numbering over thirty thousand, knelt respectfully before Roa under the leadership of their pillars.

"What a spectacular sight," Abel said with a sigh. "Boss is probably the only one who could pull this off so easily, huh?"

It was as if a god had descended, and all living beings naturally bowed in worship.

But if the Boss he followed truly were a god, he would only be an evil god who brought calamity upon the world.

Abel only hoped that the Joy Boy he followed would change the world. He didn't care whether it changed for better or worse.

"Of course."

Bundled in heavy winter clothes, Bullet folded his arms, unsurprised.

People at this level didn't even have the ability to say no to Boss.

"With this, we'll have a force strong enough to be reckoned with in the West Blue."

Dylan spoke up in satisfaction as well.

To be honest, these eight naval forces might indeed be a terrifying power in the West Blue, but as far as Calamity Company was concerned,

they were just so-so.

Thirty thousand soldiers was a lot?

The second batch of Artificial Human Soldiers, completed a few months ago, numbered over fifty thousand. Calamity Company could now do more than sell weapons; it could rent out armies to participate in wars from afar.

The pillars of the naval forces were strong?

Either Bullet or Abel alone could sweep aside all eight pirate groups.

Their only purpose was to stir up trouble in the West Blue for Lord Roa.

Dylan was deeply moved.

He was the officer who had followed Roa the longest.

He had followed Roa ever since Roa was five years old and had just joined the Rocks Pirates.

It could be said that he had watched Roa go from