Red Line, Mary Geoise.
This place was originally the Holy Land of the Celestial Dragons, and should have been filled with Celestial Dragons joyful laughter.
But today, the Celestial Dragons, seeing Luo Wen wreak havoc in Marineford, could no longer laugh.
Saint Saturn and Saint Nusjuro led Akainu back to the Red Line sorry state, leaving Akainu to be treated by a doctor, while they went to Pangaea Castle to meet Imu.
"Imu, our plan has failed." Saint Saturn knelt on one knee, saying in fear, "That Luo Wen is too strong; we are no match for him at all. That God-Slaying Spear seems capable of destroying even the world!"
Even though he escaped death at Marineford, the beam of light that pierced the heavens and earth, carrying an aura of destruction, still lingered in his mind.
That's terrifying; it will be a shadow over his entire life.
"I have already seen it." Imu sat on the Empty Throne, his expression somewhat somber. "That God-Slaying Spear is indeed terrifying; I have no way to deal with it."
"Even you can't do anything about it?"
Saint Saturn knelt on the ground, filled with shock and despair.
Before him stood the king from eight hundred years ago, a terrifyingly powerful figure who had single-handedly created the five Five Elders.
His knowledge and abilities far surpass those of anyone except Luo Wen.
Even Lord Imu couldn't handle the God-Slaying Spear; they were truly doomed.
"Lord Imu, do you know the origin of that God-Slaying Spear?" Saint Nusjuro asked persistently. "If it's a product of that Great Kingdom from eight hundred years ago, we might still be able to find some clues."
"I don't know the origin of that God-Slaying Spear." Imu shook his head and said in a cryptic tone, "If that God-Slaying Spear existed eight hundred years ago, the World Government wouldn't even exist."
As an ancient monster who had lived for over eight hundred years, he was even more aware of the power of the God-Slaying Spear.
If you fire at him, he's doomed.
Compared to the Three Ancient Weapons, or Giant Robot and Joy Boy, Luo Wen is far superior.
The appearance of such an incredibly powerful unknown force was truly perplexing to him and filled him with dread.
He had no information; he knew nothing.
"Luo Wen has now declared war on us. He thinks victory is assured, he thinks we are powerless to resist," Imu continued. "Gather all your strength and prepare for the final battle."
"This is my world, and no one can take it away easily."
"He is qualified to ascend the throne, but the change of the throne will be the grandest war, and he will not get what he wants."
Imu's voice was extremely calm, as calm as a stagnant pool.
He knew the World Government was no match for Luo Wen; even if he used all his trump cards, the final outcome wouldn't change.
However, it would be absolutely impossible for Luo Wen to easily reap the rewards of victory.
Let the world burn in war!
If he is no longer the King of the World, then the world has no reason to exist.
"But those naval personnel have already defected to the enemy, and we have no strength left," Saint Saturn couldn't help but say.
He knew what Imu meant and used his last ounce of strength to resist.
Waiting for a miracle to happen, or for Luo Wen to win miserably.
But their strength is too little; they simply cannot do it!
Saint Nusjuro added, "Lord Imu, with Sengoku, Kizaru, and Aokiji defecting, morale within the Marines is low, and they're practically dead!"
The navy is in a terrible state, even worse than they say, with its strength reduced by more than two-thirds compared to before the Paramount War.
"We still have the God's Knights, the Cipher Pol, and those weapons," Imu said calmly. "Gather all our strength, use every means to disrupt their rhythm, and put up the fiercest resistance."
"Lord Imu, we understand!"
Saint Saturn and Saint Nusjuro nodded solemnly.
They all understood what Imu meant: they couldn't win, but they had to fight, and the bigger and longer the fight, the better.
"Go! Fight him with all your might! Prepare to wage the greatest war in eight hundred years!"
Imu's voice rose in pitch.
"Yes, Imu!"
Saint Saturn and Saint Nusjuro rose from the ground and slowly withdrew from the great hall that symbolized the highest power in the world.
"Sengoku, Aokiji, Garp, Kizaru!" Saint Saturn recounted the names of the traitors. "Those two-faced bastards, I should have just killed them all!"
He was furious at the thought that these people would defect to the enemy immediately after they were defeated.
They were already no match for Luo Wen, and now with those traitors on their side, they're even less likely to win.
"It's pointless to talk about them now," Saint Nusjuro shook his head and said, "Let's get Akainu back to health and let him take over as Fleet Admiral. We can't let the Navy fall completely into Luo Wen's hands."
"Well, that's all we can do," Saint Saturn said with a hint of relief. "Luckily, Akainu isn't dead yet, otherwise our navy would be finished."
At this moment, Akainu, lying on the hospital bed, was covered in cold sweat, his heart ice-cold.
He desperately wanted to escape, but he couldn't.