"Where's Mangfu?" one Fish-man muttered.
Mangfu was the name of that Fish-man from before, and his actions suited his name perfectly. He was a reckless brute!
"Mangfu is dead!" Namur looked at the dazed crowd and said in a low voice, "This isn't the time to grieve. Marine Admiral Akainu is already here!"
"We have to escape first. Only by staying alive can we avenge Mangfu!"
Namur was still fairly rational. The Marines had found them so quickly, which clearly meant this sudden attack had been planned in advance. In their current situation, clashing head-on with the Marines would obviously be suicide.
So their top priority now was to escape, then find a way to take revenge.
"Right, we have to avenge Mangfu!" After Namur's scolding, the others finally came to their senses.
"Follow me!" To prevent his subordinates from making pointless sacrifices, Namur reminded everyone again, "Remember, escape first. Whatever you do, don't fight the Marines head-on here!"
Namur then led everyone outside the castle.
But the scene before their eyes left them frozen.
The entire outside was engulfed in flames. Countless buildings had been set ablaze, and the peaceful, comfortable town had become a sea of fire. Namur even saw a member of the Eighth Division, his whole body burning. Clinging to him was not only fire, but magma even hotter than the flames!
"Gather everyone and prepare to break through!"
When he saw that many people were standing motionless, Namur kicked one of them and shouted angrily, "What are you standing around for? Hurry up and go!"
Only then did they come to their senses. It wasn't that they had never seen a major scene before; the sight before them was simply terrifying, like hell itself.
Just moments ago, they had been shouting about how they would