Cannon fire tore across North Yak Island, where bodies lay strewn everywhere.
Blood had stained the island's once-white snow red. The sight was horrifying.
After Blackbeard's defeat and Werther's departure, the island had become a paradise for the Gold Hunters. With no top-tier fighters left and the gold up for grabs, the killing had grown even more frenzied.
Severed limbs flew through the air. Gravely wounded Gold Diggers let out wretched death cries.
North Yak Island was hell now. If hell had a color, it would be blood red.
Buggy and R exchanged a look. Each saw the fear in the other's eyes, and the same thought struck them both: How could this war be even crazier than the Summit War?
The Paramount War had been an assault on a fortified position. Whitebeard's side hadn't wanted all-out war with the Marines; they had only wanted to rescue Ace. The fighting had been fierce, but not a bloodbath.
The Gold War was different. This wasn't a clash between two opposing forces, but a slaughter among hundreds of major factions from the New World. Everyone wanted the same thing: more gold.
The fiercest fighting on the battlefield centered on a piece of Gold Ore ten meters across.
It was almost entirely golden. Even someone with no expertise could tell how valuable it was.
The struggle over it had been the bloodiest of all. Worth at least a billion Beli, the Gold Ore was already soaked in blood.
A clear trail marked where it had been dragged. Bodies lay piled along its length, all of them people who had died fighting over it.
"Maybe... we should retreat, Buggy."
R felt his legs trembling. The carnage was far worse than he had imagined, and the people on the island were no pushovers. Some were