The waters not far from Moon Island.
A fleet of massive warships rose and fell on the churning sea. It was the Navy's main force.
They hadn't come too close to Moon Island.
They were waiting.
Waiting for the Whitebeard Pirates and the Richest Group to wound each other so badly that both sides would be weakened. Sengoku, Garp, and the Marine Sisters had all gathered aboard the warships.
"Looks like it's started."
Though they were far away, they could still see the atmosphere swirling on the horizon and a meteor plunging down, blazing like the sun until it painted the entire sky gold.
Then, a little over twenty minutes later, a great storm rolled in.
Sengoku and the others knew the Richest Group had probably clashed with the Whitebeard Pirates.
That was exactly the outcome he wanted.
But surprises always came when least expected.
From the sky behind them suddenly came a grand, sweeping melody, full of fervor and heroic spirit. Even with their eyes closed, listeners could picture immense battlefields in their minds. Its stirring, tragic, and thunderous notes could make countless people's blood boil and fill them with the urge to grab a weapon and charge into battle.
War BGM: Victory.
The moment the BGM sounded, a figure appeared in every Marine's mind.
That man!
"Not good!"
"He's going to spot us!"
A Vice Admiral's face darkened. Who could have imagined the Golden Emperor would show up now—and, judging from the sound, pass right by them?
The sea stretched endlessly in every direction. Where could they hide?
If the Golden Emperor discovered the Navy lying in wait here, would the Whitebeard Pirates and the Richest Group still end up badly weakened?
By rights, the Golden Emperor should already have been on Moon Island.
Sengoku, Garp, and the