The Marines had reached a critical juncture, with their main fighting forces concentrated in the New World.
The vast majority of their troops from the first half of the Grand Line had also gathered at Marine Headquarters, ready to charge into the New World to provide reinforcements at any moment.
The situation at sea had changed just like that.
Compared to the relatively stable situation six months earlier, the Allied Forces now seemed to be facing the end of the world.
The World Government was also looking for ways to rescue this army, and even the Five Elders were considering taking action themselves.
Since defeat was already certain, they needed to preserve as much of their strength as possible.
The annihilation of the Allied Forces by the Rocks Pirates was something they absolutely did not want to see.
Mary Geoise.
"Warcury, Mars, we're counting on you this time."
Heristo Saint Joberlo, the member of the Five Elders who held the authority of the Agriculture Warrior God, rested one hand on his cane. His expression was calm, but anger simmered within him.
"Yes. I never imagined things would reach this point."
Saint Topman Warcury, the Warrior God of Justice, sounded somewhat rueful. He wore a dark green suit and had a mustache that slanted down on either side, with a birthmark on his forehead.
Unlike his bald future self, the younger Saint Warcury still had some hair on his head.
"Who could have imagined it? An enormous power is driving and supporting the Rocks Pirates from behind the scenes."
Saint Marcus Mars stood straight in a dark blue suit, his long white hair hanging down and his beard equally long. He flexed his wrist.
"Is it D? Do they still have forces hidden away?"
Jaygarcia Saturn Saint, the Warrior God of