Gunfire rattled without pause, and artillery pounded the Revolutionary Army's position.
Bartolomeo advanced behind his barrier, drawing closer to Werther's forces. Koala, the Okama King Ivankov, the Fish-Man Hack, and other Revolutionary Army officers followed behind him.
Because they were fighting Werther, Dragon had gathered most of the Revolutionary Army's fighting strength. Only some ordinary soldiers were still on their way.
"Bartolomeo, change our approach. The Thunder Swordsman Werther is straight ahead. There's no way we can break through there."
The Okama King had dealt with Werther before, so he knew something of how Werther operated.
Werther might have looked relaxed sitting on a crate of cannonballs, but he could launch an attack at any moment.
"Yeah, let's stay away from that monster. I want revenge on him, but now isn't the time."
Koala hated Werther because of what had happened to Sabo.
"Got it."
Bartolomeo immediately changed direction.
The diehard fan had agreed to help the Revolutionary Army because Zoro was on its side.
But Zoro wasn't on the main front. He was on the left flank, facing Pica.
Zoro and Pica were very likely to clash. Both had trained under Werther, and Pica's strength had improved dramatically. For now, there was no telling which of them would win.
Just as Bartolomeo prepared to change course, Werther's forces rolled out a giant cannon.
"What the hell is that? A cannon? You've got to be kidding me."
Koala stared at the cannon ahead, dumbfounded, her pupils contracting.
"Quick, fall back! We can't take a direct hit from that thing, or we'll die."
The Okama King was drenched in cold sweat too.
The cannon Werther's forces had brought out was absurdly large.
Its barrel was over ten meters long, its bore more than a meter wide. Its deep, dark muzzle and