Blackbeard had mobilized his entire army and was rolling toward Dressrosa. Another terrifying, brutal war in the New World was imminent, and the whole world was shrouded in the heavy shadow of war.
Over the past two years, massive wars had erupted with increasing frequency. The Four Seas were still relatively peaceful, with only minor friction between nations, but the New World was engulfed in flames and smoke everywhere. Battles between major powers had drawn countless countries into the conflict. Incalculable blood had been spilled in war, and countless corpses had created tragedy after tragedy of ruined nations and shattered families.
Now, Blackbeard had once again mobilized the forces of the nations under his command and launched an attack on the Uchiha Alliance. His vast army sailed across the sea, blotting out the sky and sun. Every country in its path suffered disaster. The nations along Blackbeard's route either had to offer tribute with all the strength of their country, or be slaughtered by the Blackbeard Pirates.
For a time, countless nations throughout the New World lived in constant fear.
"This is too much!" Luo finished reading the newspaper and casually tossed it to Drake. "Another country failed to meet the Blackbeard Pirates' tribute demands and was slaughtered until blood ran like rivers. The men and children were all killed, every house and building was burned down, and all the women were taken away. I don't even know how many countries have suffered such tragedies already."
"Was it one of our allied nations?" Drake asked as he took the newspaper and read it.
"No." Luo shrugged. "Back then, those people were too full of themselves and looked down on us. But Blackbeard's forces kept growing. In just two days along the way, they added another thirty thousand men, and their