"Marshal, most of the Navy forces in the East Blue are heading toward the Goa Kingdom. Two large fleets from the New World are also rushing toward the East Blue." In the enormous operations room, countless large screens continuously displayed conditions around the world.
Countless Holy Armored Ones rapidly tapped away at their keyboards, sifting through one important piece of intelligence after another.
"It looks like the Navy is deploying its entire force!" Axel frowned at the intelligence the Holy Armored Ones had compiled.
"Is Legion Commander Kumata close to reaching the combat zone?"
"Marshal, Legion Commander Kumata and his ground forces will arrive in fifteen minutes at the latest."
"Good! If the Navy refuses to give up, then we'll give them a fight! Contact Legion Commander Kumata. Tell him to finish the battle in the East Blue as quickly as possible and prepare for the next fight."
"Yes, Marshal!"
"All legions, pick up the pace! The Marshal has ordered us to defeat the enemy as quickly as possible!"
"Yes, Legion Commander Kumata!" The Holy Light Clerics immediately sped up as they headed toward the battlefield.
Meanwhile, the battle at sea was nearing its end. Most of the Navy had completely abandoned resistance, and the officers still capable of fighting were either dead or crippled.
Covered in wounds, Garp and Kuzan looked at the ten Holy Mechas surrounding them, suddenly feeling an enormous weight of pressure.
"Are you still going to keep up this futile resistance?" an electronically distorted voice asked.
"Even if I die in battle, I will never surrender. The Navy's justice will not be abandoned here," Garp said calmly, baring his bloodstained teeth.
"You say you fight for justice. Then let me ask you: do you know about Garbage Mountain outside the Goa Royal Capital? Do you