Drake felt deeply uneasy. Every pirate who joined the Star Alliance had abandoned the criminal profession of piracy, while every neutral kingdom that joined had broken free from the World Government's rule. Moreover, every step Ronglin took was toward the throne of the world. Whether black or white, all would become stepping stones beneath his feet.
Under such circumstances, it would be strange if he did not become the enemy of the world, wouldn't it?
"Return to the Ashil Kingdom and begin the publicity campaign." Ronglin led the group back to the Ashil Kingdom.
After two and a half months of turmoil caused by the Star Alliance's internal strife and rebellion, the unrest finally subsided. The Star Alliance had suffered devastating losses. The Third Fleet had been wiped out entirely, and one of the six great lords had sunk into the sea along with an island he ruled.
The Star Alliance's casualties were countless. According to incomplete statistics, the conservative estimate was more than fifty thousand dead and wounded. Countless island buildings had been destroyed, and the economic losses amounted to tens of billions of Beli.
The outside world had mixed reactions to the incident. Some applauded it, as the Star Alliance's rapid development had caused panic among certain people. After this setback, much of the Star Alliance's sharp momentum had been blunted.
Others were deeply worried. They believed that after the Star Alliance, which represented the possibility of changing the New World's rotten ruling order, had suffered such a severe blow, it was uncertain whether it could survive. Those people hoped the New World could be rescued from its corrupt abyss, and the Star Alliance was the symbol in which they had placed their highest hopes.
Alliance Leader Ronglin launched a counterattack at once, annihilating every invader and killing