Hell Roar

"Gurararara! How interesting!" Newgate leaped into the air.

"Tyrant" Bar and the other officers followed close behind, jumping onto Titan's back.

Titan spread his wings with a mighty beat, instantly whipping up a terrifying gust. Waves surged across the sea, and pirate ships rocked violently in its wake.

Only a handful of well-built pirate ships, including the Farazul, swayed slightly before settling, remaining steady.

Then the affiliated pirates' ships, whose crews had already received their orders, spread out.

They carried out a plan that could not have been simpler.

Surround G-46 Fortress, seal off every route, and prevent the Navy from escaping.

Faced with so many powerful officers, the Navy officers stationed there were as good as doomed.

All the affiliated pirates had to do was mop up at the end.

They could never have too many easy missions like this.

Fighting for the Rocks Pirates often came at a heavy cost in casualties.

Of course, there was no way they would submit to the Rocks Pirates willingly and wholeheartedly.

They simply wanted better protection.

They wanted the Rocks Pirates' flag, using the crew's name to secure greater profits and intimidate other pirates.

But they did not want to fight and die for the Rocks Pirates, nor shoulder the obligations that came with those benefits.

Naturally. Wasn't that just how pirates were?

In the end, it was all about survival.

Still, they did not dare rebel.

"Roar!"

"Hell Roar!"

An enormous shadow swept across the sky, its terrifying presence something anyone could instinctively sense.

"What is that thing?"

Several Marines outside had already noticed it, their hearts pounding with dread.

Admiral Candidate Neuer immediately rushed out of his office and looked up at the sky, tracing the source of that unsettling presence.

At first glance, he spotted the enormous beast