Smoke blanketed the battlefield. Bullets whistled and shells flew as explosions thundered without end. Every second, more people fell to the ground, never to rise again.
Battle cries, the sounds of fighting, fists striking flesh and blades clashing—all of it blended into chaos.
Thick smoke swallowed Marine Headquarters. The marines fought desperately to hold the line, while the pirates surged forward. The two forces collided like raging floods, fierce and merciless.
Sengoku stood quietly on the Execution Platform. As time passed, the battle grew more deadlocked. Though the people Ye Chen had brought were all formidable, the marines were far from helpless.
The Grim Reaper Pirates had gained only a temporary advantage in a few places. After all, Sengoku had prepared to face both the Whitebeard Pirates and the Revolutionary Army.
Only the Whitebeard Pirates had arrived so far. If the marines could not stop even them, their strength would be a joke.
"Kill them! Charge!"
Squard led his men through the defensive wall. Just as he reached a secluded building, a man draped in chains appeared behind him. At first glance, the man looked like a wild creature, with tangled hair and vicious scars all over his body—a wild creature that had endured years of torment.
"You're...!?"
Squard's eyes widened in shock. The man looked to be in his fifties or sixties. His tangled hair, as shaggy as weeds, hid most of his face. Wrinkles crowded his face like the bark of an ancient tree. He was gaunt, with rough skin on his arms and long, thin fingers like chicken claws.
He was all skin and bone. Though plainly alive, he looked every bit a corpse.
An eerie chill seemed to cling to him. The old man gave a self-mocking smile. "Kehahaha. Who am I? They all like to