Werther had been holding back until now. But there was no need anymore. With Whitebeard on the plaza, Blackbeard was bound to show up.
After hurling the ship onto the plaza, Oars crashed heavily to the ground.
He had survived this long partly because of a demon's tenacious life force, and partly because he was determined to rescue Ace.
Now that he had helped the Whitebeard Pirates break into the plaza, he could leave the rest to Pops.
The light slowly faded from Oars's eyes. At last, he stopped breathing.
"Oars."
Whitebeard murmured his name, then turned toward Ace on the Execution Platform.
"Men, save Ace! Wipe out the Marines!"
Whitebeard leaped from the bow to lead the charge, and the Whitebeard Pirates surged after him. At last, they had reached the plaza.
At the front of the charge was none other than the Whitebeard Pirates' First Division commander, Marco the Phoenix.
Marco flew straight toward the Execution Platform, aiming to strike at its heart.
Just as Marco was about to reach Ace, a white-haired old man appeared in his path.
Before Marco could react, the old man sent him flying with a punch.
That old man was Garp. Forced to choose between his convictions and his family, he had chosen the former.
Meanwhile, Werther stretched his limbs. He was about to have some real fun with the Whitebeard Pirates.
"Hey, Werther, what are you doing?"
Doffy looked puzzled by his movements.
"Nothing. Just saying hello to the Whitebeard Pirates."
One look at Werther's expression, and Doffy didn't believe a word of it. Werther was generous, powerful, and easy to work with in every other respect. His only problem was that he loved fighting far too much.
Werther drew both Intent Blood swords. As though sensing what he was about