The Grand Line.
On the distant horizon, dozens of enormous warships came cutting through the waves.
They were the Marine Headquarters fleet, once under the World Government's command.
Only now...
Every one of their masts flew the Empire's flag.
Sengoku stood on the foremost deck, his white hair tousled by the sea breeze.
Garp stood beside him, still clutching a handful of rice crackers and crunching through them at a furious pace.
The Three Admirals—Akainu, Aokiji, and Kizaru—stood side by side.
Behind them stood Momousagi, Chaton, and a host of Vice Admirals.
These warriors, once the greatest fighting force on the seas, had all gathered here.
The entire Marine High Command was present!
The final piece of the Empire's army had fallen into place.
"All forces, attack! Our target is Holy Land Mary Geoise!"
Through the Mind Body Switch Technique, Shikaku Nara's voice instantly reached the minds of tens of thousands of Imperial ninja.
Like an awakening beast of steel, the vast fleet advanced in overwhelming force toward the seat of power atop the Red Line.
Pressure.
Suffocating pressure.
Even dozens of nautical miles away, the World Government's allied forces on the outskirts of the Holy Land could clearly feel that world-shattering might.
Below the Red Line.
The World Government's army was already in formation, waiting.
Tens of thousands of elite soldiers in white cloaks packed the coastline.
At the very front.
Commander-in-Chief Kong stood with his arms folded, muscles bulging like granite.
Beside him stood the successive leaders of Cipher Pol, each radiating a nauseating aura of bloodshed.
Behind them.
The members of God's Knights stood in a line, gazing arrogantly down at the approaching Imperial fleet.
On a viewing platform higher up.
The Five Elders watched it all coldly, as though looking at ants about to be crushed.