The Final Battle Is About to Begin!

"Zehahahahaha! You people really are impatient. You actually thought of using this method to make me come back!!"

On the way back, Blackbeard directly called the Den Den Mushi the Five Elders had left him.

He was rather dissatisfied as well. Although the strength of every ship had risen by leaps and bounds,

if he had been given a little more time, he could probably have recruited many more people.

At this point, Blackbeard truly did not mind having more men.

Besides, this situation required numbers. With too few people, they simply could not accomplish anything.

Moreover, there was a very high chance that he would become cannon fodder.

Blackbeard could turn everyone else into cannon fodder anyway. As for the members aboard these ships,

there really was not much affection between them.

They had come together for profit in the first place, and they would certainly part ways over profit later on.

That was plain to see.

If possible later, Blackbeard felt there would be no harm in giving them some wealth and status.

After all, they had come this far together.

If they truly survived, then naturally there would be no problem with that.

But the problem was that even he could not guarantee he would survive this great war.

Although Blackbeard was used to picking up the scraps, he also understood clearly that picking up scraps was one thing. If he truly clung to that mindset, kept doing this, and kept believing luck was on his side,

without strengthening his own power or expanding his forces,

then his death would not be far off.

He definitely had to gamble.

Everything he had now had come from gambling.

But he could not keep gambling forever.

What was the point if he relied on luck all the time?!

Why