As the island descended into chaos, new information came over the broadcasts throughout the island:
"Report! Attention to the west coast! It's the Roger Pirates!!"
The Rocks Pirates were attacking from the east, while the Roger Pirates had landed on the west.
The Marines' attention was completely divided, and their defensive lines began to fall into disarray.
At the same time, taking advantage of the confusion, Dragon hurried through the forest with two red-haired infants in his arms, intending to get them off the island.
"Don't cry... Whatever you do, don't cry..." Dragon prayed silently.
If the babies cried, they might draw their pursuers.
But to his surprise, the two children in his arms remained quiet.
They stared wide-eyed at everything around them, curious, but they didn't cry or fuss.
"A miracle..." Dragon murmured.
Just then, he heard Marines up ahead:
"All the Celestial Dragons are heading to the center of the island! We absolutely can't let them get hurt!"
"What's going on? This world's going to end..."
"First Rocks, now Roger!"
Dragon immediately ducked behind a tree and held his breath.
Through a gap in the branches, he saw a squad of Marines hurrying past.
Only after they were gone did Dragon breathe a sigh of relief and continue on.
But he hadn't gone far when he heard shouts from the west coast:
"The Roger Pirates have landed!!"
Dragon's heart tightened.
Roger had come too...
This island was truly becoming a battlefield for every top-tier powerhouse of the era.
West Coast.
The Oro Jackson charged onto the beach.
Before the ship had even come to a full stop, Roger was the first to leap down.
"Shakky—!! I'm coming to save you—!!"
He bellowed toward the sky, his voice brimming with excitement and urgency.
But in the next instant,