Amid the chaotic slaughter, two Marine recruits looked utterly out of place among the soldiers fighting blood-soaked battles around them.
The pink-haired recruit was drenched in cold sweat, his legs trembling nonstop. Watching the powerful fighters before him shatter mountains and split the earth with every clash, his eyes were filled with terror and emptiness.
Behind him, the blond Marine's legs gave out completely, and he dropped to his knees on the ice. His face was deathly pale as he muttered, "Impossible... We can't beat these people at all."
The blond Marine suddenly turned and roared at his still-hesitant pink-haired companion, "You think so too, don't you? Everyone on this battlefield is a monster! This isn't a battlefield rookies like us can interfere with! Let's run!"
Seeing that the pink-haired young man was still wavering, the blond recruit hurriedly struggled to his feet and urged him anxiously, "Are you an idiot? We won't last even one second if we stay on this battlefield! Didn't you swear to become a Marine Admiral? Staying here will only get you killed for nothing!"
The pink-haired young man clenched his fists. His ideals and his desire to survive pulled against each other again and again, and his feet unconsciously shifted half a step backward.
The entire world fell silent. Everyone stared at the brutal battlefield on the Sky Screen, littered with corpses and crossed by artillery fire, their hearts heavy.
"Too tragic... So this is real war. Death can happen anywhere, at any moment."
"It can't be helped. This is war! And a war between people who can cultivate, at that!"
"The Martial Souls of the Whitebeard Pirates really are all kinds of bizarre."
"I saw it too. Does that guy have some kind of space in his chin? He pulled out such a