Looking at the Den Den Mushi in his hand that had been hung up, Ortolan curled his lip and said, "Such an old man, and he has no manners at all."
After saying that, he casually handed the Den Den Mushi to Hina beside him, and then said, "Since that's how it is, let them have their way. The final battle in Mary Geoise will begin in two days!"
In reality, regardless of whether the Five Elders of the Heavenly Realm made the Den Den Mushi, Ortolan and his team planned to begin their forced landing operation on Mary Geoise in two days.
The entire port's Marines quickly began preparations for battle.
Sharpening knives and cleaning guns were common practices among the generals, who communicated extensively on details to ensure nothing was overlooked.
Two days passed quickly.
Before dawn, in the camp of the Divine Knights in Mary Geoise, Saint Figarland was already wearing his own close-fitting noble coat. His crescent-shaped hairstyle made him look somewhat unique, but it also carried a strange sense of majesty.
Unlike usual, after dressing, the servants on both sides quickly lifted up some disassembled knight's armor and skillfully tied it to some key parts of Saint Figarland's body.
For example, wrist guards, knee pads, and elbow pads.
Stroking the long, narrow sword hanging at his waist, the Saint Figarland murmured, "I wonder if this blade of judgment will one day drink its fill of blood?"
The servants on both sides respectfully lifted the tent flap, and the Saint Figarland stepped out of the tent.
At this moment, on either side of the tent gate stood nine knights, each with different appearances and armor specifications, making a total of eighteen. These were all the members of the Divine Knights under Saint Figarland Saint Figarland!
Then, before Saint Figarland could even speak, a thunderous explosion suddenly erupted from the far distance where he was standing, accompanied by a sky ablaze with flames, as if to extinguish the last vestiges of darkness before dawn.
"Have we engaged in battle?" Saint Figarland raised an eyebrow.
One after another, the sounds of artillery fire reached this place from a great distance, and soon, the clamor of battle spread over.
Not long after, less than half an hour later, a CP Agency rushed to Saint Figarland, knelt on one knee, and said in a deep voice, "Saint Figarland, the first line of defense of the battle formation has been breached by the rebels."
"Is that so?" Saint Figarland was not surprised, but looked up at a high platform on the left side of the tent.
Even before the first explosion was heard, a stout knight, dressed in armor like a brown bear, had already climbed onto the high platform, holding a telescope and observing the situation on the front lines.
Mary Geoise's defensive forces deployed their first wave of defense entirely to the enslaved slaves. So from the very beginning, Saint Figarland never thought these slaves could withstand the Marines assault. It was simply unrealistic. If Ortolan led the Marines elites to attack Mary Geoise, would Mary Geoise really stop them with a wave of slaves?
Therefore, Saint Figarland was not at all surprised that the front line collapsed so quickly.
He was waiting, waiting for the knight on the high platform to observe the situation.
"Lord Gringu, the Marines vanguard has completely entered the outer defense line!" The burly knight, as large as a brown bear, quickly reported to Saint Figarland after observing this.
At that moment, a cold glint flashed in Saint Figarland's eyes as he said, "Then, activate and detonate all the slave collars, let these lowly bastards make their final contribution to us, the Victorious Ones!"
Upon receiving the order from Saint Figarland, another slender female knight immediately emerged from his left, went to a controller next to the tent, aimed at the red button, and pressed it down.
Meanwhile, at the first line of defense in Mary Geoise, large numbers of Marines soldiers were continuously landing from beneath the Red Line.
At this moment, the slave army had been defeated, and apart from a few who fled, the rest had basically died here.
They weren't just fearless; these Marines elites, who frequently fought in the New World, knew very well what fearlessness truly meant.
These slaves, as if actively seeking death, also vented their anger towards the World Government on the Marines who were once called 'dogs'.
"Don't pursue! Don't pursue! Quickly clear the battlefield! Clear this area to create an open space, build our own defensive line, and ensure that subsequent Marines support can safely reach Mary Geoise!" Vice Admiral Stralt, holding a laser hand cannon and wearing Justice Cloak, shouted his orders to his vanguard Marines officers.
Stralt Vice Admiral Stralt had mechanical prosthetic legs, a tall stature, and a muscular upper body that appeared to be made of flesh and blood. In addition, he was carrying a hand cannon that was nearly two meters long, making him look very fierce and like a fierce general on the battlefield.
In fact, he was a fierce warrior on the battlefield. After the great battle with the Whitebeard Pirates on Archino Island, he was Rear Admiral at the time. Both of his legs were severed, leaving him severely crippled. Even so, he was unwilling to retire. His lifelong wish was to die a glorious death in battle!
With a wave of his hand, Ortolan transferred a large number of mechanical prosthetics, bio-engineered equipment, and technical personnel from Borsalino, and carried out intensive modifications on many severely injured and disabled Marines who were unwilling to retire and hoped to fight to the death.
Accepting Tesoro's advice, Ortolan gathered these Marines together to form the Vanguard Commando, and quickly promoted the then Rear Admiral Stralt to the position of Vice Admiral commander of this unit!
The vanguard Marines quickly began clearing the battlefield, thus penetrating deep into the so-called 'outer defensive line'.
Stralt Vice Admiral Stralt, carrying a hand cannon, patrolled the battlefield and kept watch on the more distant frontier, where the Holy Land Guard's lines stood, distinct from those of the slave troops. Those lines were undoubtedly more elite and would be more difficult to penetrate.
Looking at the Holy Land Guards swarming like ants on the defensive line from afar, Stralt Vice Admiral Stralt grinned menacingly and said, "But it doesn't matter. Our vanguard is here to take down the elite!"
He had just muttered something when he glanced at the collar around the neck of a slave's corpse on the ground, which suddenly flashed red.
This startled Stralt Vice Admiral Stralt for a moment, then his expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed in shock and anger, "This is a trap! Everyone, be careful of the slave collars exploding! Prepare for the explosion..."
He had just finished speaking—no, he hadn't even finished speaking yet.
With a bang, the spot where the slave corpse was standing beneath his feet exploded, and a huge plume of black smoke and flames engulfed his tall figure.
Not only him, but the entire so-called outer defense line was simultaneously engulfed by violent explosions. The thick smoke, flames, and shockwaves of the explosions swallowed up the entire vanguard of the Marines.
In the camp of the Holy Knights, a burly knight, as big as a bear, also witnessed this scene and excitedly exclaimed, "Lord Gringu, the plan is perfect! The massive explosion has engulfed the entire vanguard of the Marines! Hahahaha, they will surely suffer heavy losses!"
Upon receiving this answer, a cold smile appeared on Saint Figarland's face, seemingly somewhat smug.
The other knights nearby also began to praise him.
"Lord Gringu is truly a master strategist! He wiped out the Marines's elite vanguard with just a few lowly slaves!"
"Indeed, with Lord Gringu here, how can we not achieve victory?"
"Those despicable watchdogs, the Marines, dare to betray us! Let's teach them a lesson about their master's might!"
They're excited and thrilled over here.
However, amidst the smoke and fire, Lieutenant Vice Admiral Stralt, somewhat annoyed, got up from the cratered ground and cursed, "Damn Mary Geoise..."
After cursing, he felt it was his fault, that he had been too careless and had overlooked the problem with the slave collar.
At this moment, much of the flesh on Stralt's upper body was blown apart, but beneath the wounds, some metallic luster was revealed... Clearly, it wasn't just his legs that were modified; being engulfed by the explosion at close range didn't seem to cause him any serious harm!
Not only him, but also many of the Marines who had been engulfed and thrown into the air by the explosion were getting up one after another amidst the smoke and fire.
Aside from a few truly unlucky Marines were killed instantly by blows to vital organs like the head and heart, the majority were wounded but not fatally.
This is the formidable strength of the vanguard force that has undergone technological transformation!