Blackbeard mobilized his entire army and came rolling toward Dressrosa. Another terrifying and brutal war in the New World was imminent, and the whole world was shrouded in the heavy shadow of war.
Over the past two years, super-scale wars had broken out with increasing frequency. The Four Seas were still relatively peaceful, with only minor friction between nations, but the New World was ablaze with war everywhere, thick with gunpowder smoke. Battles between major powers dragged countless nations into the conflict. Endless blood was spilled in war, and countless corpses gave rise to tragedies of ruined nations and shattered homes.
Now, Blackbeard had once again mobilized the forces of the nations under his command and launched an attack on the Uchiha Alliance. His vast army sailed across the sea, blotting out the sky and sun. Wherever it passed, nations suffered disaster. Countries along Blackbeard's route either had to offer tribute with the full strength of their nation or be slaughtered by the Blackbeard Pirates.
For a time, countless nations throughout the New World lived in constant fear.
"This is outrageous!" Law finished reading the newspaper and casually tossed it to Drake. "Another country failed to meet the Blackbeard Pirates' tribute demands and was massacred until blood flowed like rivers. The men and children were all killed, every house and building was burned down, and all the women were taken away. Who even knows how many countries have already suffered such tragedies?"
"Was it one of the allied nations under our command?" Drake asked as he took the newspaper and read it.
"No." Law shrugged. "Back then, those people were so arrogant. They looked down on us. But Blackbeard's forces have only kept growing. In just two days along the way, he added another thirty thousand men. His demands are