Level 3 of the underground prison...
In this hot desert, littered with broken walls and ruins, no one knew what had happened here before.
At any rate, as far as the eye could see, the prison guards from Impel Down and those terrifying blue gorilla beasts were sprawled across the ground, all unconscious.
They lay scattered all over the desert, one on top of another, without moving. Only the occasional pained groan suggested they were still alive.
A rough count was all it took to see that at least two or three thousand of them had fallen here!
Of course, those who were unconscious or groaning on the ground were the lucky ones. Beyond them, some of the jailer beasts, such as the Manticore and the Army Wolves, had been burned to a crisp.
And even more astonishingly:
In the distance, the prison's chief jailer was hanging upside down from the wooden cross in the middle of the plaza, bound by red, flame-like Magic Rope. His eyes were rolled back, and he wasn't moving. It was impossible to tell whether he was dead.
"Who's that..."
"Saldeath!!"
"My god, what happened here?"
"I don't know..."
"But it looks like there was a huge battle. All the guards have been taken down. Could those dangerous prisoners from Level 6 have escaped?"
"No!"
"Doesn't look like it..."
"Look at the marks from the battle. There can't have been many people attacking the guards..."
"And it looks like the fight ended pretty quickly."
The facts were plain to see. Saldeath, chief jailer of Impel Down and commander of the prison guards known as the Blue Gorillas, was short and had two horns growing from his hat. With his little-demon-like appearance, he had suffered a crushing defeat here in the Level 3 desert of the