The scout ships stationed throughout the Totland sea area were not only numerous, but also highly capable in naval warfare.
No matter where an attack occurred, they could reach the scene in the shortest possible time.
This time, they arrived just as swiftly.
But what awaited them was not the expected enemy, but an empty stretch of sea.
Not only had they failed to discover the invaders' whereabouts, even Flavor Island had vanished without a trace.
"What the hell is going on?"
The leader who had brought the fleet over swept a fierce gaze across the residents on deck.
Before obtaining a definite answer from them, he had already sent word of the pirate invasion back to the base.
Although they could not determine the invaders' movements at present, they could at least have the nearby islands impose the highest level of martial law.
The residents on deck were bewildered, exchanging confused looks.
From Thriller Bark descending like divine troops from the heavens and smashing Flavor Island's landmark building, the Gift Box Building, into ruins, to the garrison troops—including Minister of Essence Saint Mark—being completely wiped out within seconds...
Finally, they had been driven out to sea, where they personally watched the enemy and Flavor Island vanish into thin air.
The entire process, from beginning to end, had been both swift and sudden.
Their minds were still frozen, leaving them completely clueless about what had happened.
Seeing their reactions, the leader grew increasingly anxious.
"You don't know where the 'invaders' went? Then you should at least know who the 'invaders' were, right?"
Desperate to obtain firsthand eyewitness information as quickly as possible, the leader suppressed his impatience and questioned them as calmly as he could.
A middle-aged man poked his head out from the crowd and stammered, "It, it was