The waters off Bali Island.
The battlefield between the old and Neo Marines.
After fresh reinforcements from the Holy Knights arrived, the entire battle had begun to fall apart.
Burning wreckage and blood-red seawater covered the sea.
Many soldiers clung to floating debris to keep themselves from sinking into the sea.
The air reeked of gunpowder smoke and blood.
Shrill laughter rang out from the World Government's Marine ships, as though mocking the Neo Marines for overestimating themselves.
Under the World Government's encirclement.
The Neo Marines' warships dwindled in number, and their morale sank ever lower as the battle began to turn one-sided.
The soldiers' battle cries, meant to encourage themselves, gradually grew weaker.
A word called defeat crept into the heart of every surviving Neo Marine soldier.
High in the sky, although Billy was still in good shape, Saint Shamrock and the Seastone Bullets kept him from breaking away.
These Holy Knights from the Holy Land were still far too overpowered.
At that thought, the aura blazing around Billy swelled again. He was growing desperate.
If the battle below ended, he would have to face all the Holy Knights and CP0 alone. He might not withstand so many opponents taking turns attacking him.
"Damn it! At this rate, everyone will die here. Can we only wait for Mr. Pero to avenge us?"
"I can't accept this! Damn those Celestial Dragons!"
On another battlefield, Zephyr, Sengoku, and Kizaru were covered in wounds.
Cracks covered Zephyr's Crusher arm, the radiance of Sengoku's golden Buddha body had dimmed, and Kizaru's suit was in tatters.
Panting for breath, they could only watch helplessly as the enemy repeatedly broke through their lines.
Age had caught up with them, after all. Their stamina could no longer compare with that of their younger successors.
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