The conspiracy that had only just bared its fangs turned into a harsh, sinister laugh amid the smoke of battle.
Marshall D. Teach, who had already fled toward the Moby Dick, actually returned to the center of the battlefield under cover from the Rocks Remnants.
"Zehahahaha! Pops, I'll be the one to end your era today!" Teach stood on the ice, greed gleaming in his eyes.
Behind him, dozens of black-robed Rocks Remnants held their weapons, keeping the Whitebeard Pirates' commanders firmly at bay.
"Teach! You traitor! You actually dared to come back!" Marco roared in midair, the blue flames on his wings blazing wildly.
He tried to rush over to help Whitebeard, but several Rocks Remnants in front of him kept him pinned down with a relentless barrage of attacks.
"Marco, we're your opponents!" A burly member of the Rocks Remnants sneered, swinging a massive sword and forcing Marco back.
"No one's interfering with the Young Master's grand undertaking today!" another remnant cackled, his musket continuously firing jet-black bullets.
At that moment, Whitebeard knelt on one knee at the center of the battlefield, Murakumogiri planted limply in the ice.
Blood kept pouring from his wounds, and the chronic ailments that had plagued him for years flared up completely at that moment, leaving him without even the strength to raise his arm.
"Pops, look at you now. How pitiful." Teach approached step by step, his voice dripping with mockery.
"You nearly lost your life saving a 'son' like me, but what did you get out of it?" Teach jeered loudly, the fat on his face trembling with his laughter.
Whitebeard watched Teach approach, his eyes full of disappointment and sorrow.
"Teach, the proudest thing I've done in my life was treating you all as family." Whitebeard looked at him, his