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However.

Garp could no longer stop him.

All he could do was pray from the bottom of his heart that Roya's next move would not lead to the disaster he feared.

Taking advantage of this moment,

Marco, who desperately wanted revenge, made his decision as well.

"Everyone!"

"Run!"

"Not a single one of us gets left behind. We're all getting out of here!"

Marco gave the order to the Whitebeard Remnants.

Red-Haired Shanks had been right. Whitebeard's sacrifice had been for nothing more than ensuring they could leave safely.

What was more, they no longer had any way to take revenge. They could very well all end up dying here.

If that happened,

Marco would truly have failed Whitebeard. Even after death, he would have no face to see Whitebeard again.

Whitebeard and Ace were both gone now.

As the commander of the First Division, he had taken up the banner, so he had to ensure everyone else's safety.

That was why Marco had only made this decision after a fierce internal struggle.

Upon hearing Marco's decision,

the other Whitebeard Remnants all glared viciously at Blackbeard Teach. The hatred in their hearts came to an abrupt halt, for their thoughts were exactly the same as Marco's.

"Alright!"

"We'll listen to Marco!"

"Quick, while we have the chance, everyone retreat!"

All the Whitebeard Remnants voiced their agreement with Marco's decision and began preparing to flee.

Seeing that they wanted to leave, Sengoku had no intention of stopping them.

After all, Red-Haired Shanks and the others had come to help them escape the battlefield. Even if Sengoku ordered the remaining Marines to pursue Marco and the others, it would only be futile.

Moreover, Sengoku was not a cruel man. Since they no longer had the will to fight, there was no need