Watching the scene on the Execution Platform, Werther felt a sense of familiarity. He had seen this in his previous life.
Sure enough, when Sengoku revealed that Ace's father was Gol D. Roger, the marines throughout Marineford erupted in uproar.
The reporters at the Sabaody Archipelago were just as stunned.
For some reason, a faint mist had drifted in over the sea. Then Werther saw a vast dark shape slowly approaching in the distance.
"So you're here, Whitebeard Pirates."
Werther rested a hand on Intent Blood and steadied himself for the battle ahead. That familiar smile began to spread across his face.
"Hey, Werther, calm down. Don't forget our plan."
Doffy saw Werther's expression and knew the battle maniac was already getting excited.
Doffy's words brought Werther back to his senses a little.
The other Shichibukai glanced over at the aura Werther had just released.
At the marine observation tower, the lookouts had already spotted the Whitebeard Pirates.
"The Whitebeard Pirates' fleet is here! All hands, prepare for battle!"
Battle alarms rang across Marineford, and every cannon swung toward the Harbor.
Sengoku's expression darkened at the sight of the Whitebeard Pirates.
"They appeared out of nowhere. Where did they come from? What happened at the Gate of Justice?"
The Whitebeard Pirates' fleet drew closer. Countless cannons stood ready to fire the moment it entered range.
"Heh, now this is interesting. I can hardly contain myself."
Werther had calmed down considerably, but Intent Blood had responded to his earlier excitement. The Cursed Sword's aura was seeping out.
The Shichibukai nearby were all right, but the marines behind Werther were drenched in cold sweat. What kind of vicious Cursed Sword could give off such a terrifying aura?
Werther sensed more than the fleet ahead. Something enormous was rising through the water directly