Red Port.
As an important commercial hub, it had an enormous harbor for berthing ships.
But even it could not accommodate the warships sent as reinforcements from Marine Headquarters.
The harbor, and even the nearby waters,
were packed with warships.
The five warships that had rushed over from Marine Headquarters could only be forced to anchor offshore.
At the bow of the flagship,
Akainu stood with his arms crossed, dressed in his unchanging burgundy suit, his gaze cold and severe.
He swept his eyes over the silent Red Port packed with warships, then raised his head to look at the towering Red Line.
"Come over as quickly as possible."
After throwing out those words, Akainu leaped into the air.
His lower body instantly became magma, and propelled by the force of its eruption, he flew through the air toward the Red Port.
He simply wasn't fast enough.
The elite Marines aboard the warships knew well that speed was crucial in war. Those who could skillfully use Geppo did not wait for the rear crew to lower the small boats used to cross the sea. They stepped into the air with Geppo and followed closely behind Akainu.
Soon,
Akainu passed over the port town and arrived directly beneath the Red Line.
The bubble lift hung upside down in its compartment in silence.
From here, taking the bubble lift was the easiest way to reach the top of the Red Line.
But now was not the time for that.
Akainu first glanced at the bubble lift hanging upside down in its compartment, then looked toward the Red Line's cliff face more than a hundred meters to the right.
A deep, pitch-black fissure resembling an abyss had appeared on this red behemoth, which had stood for who knew how many years.
Following the