Bewitching Flame Island had now become the United Navy's headquarters.
Inside the hall where the Pirate King Council had once been held.
More than a dozen figures sat around a round table.
"Damn it, I said we should attack the Atlantis Empire first! You insisted on ambushing those useless bastards first! Now look, all those useless bastards have fled to Atlantis. With those six joining them, Atlantis now has nearly twenty Legendaries!"
Hohenheim questioned the Raging Waves Sword Saint, his expression displeased.
"I already said that if we attacked Atlantis first, none of them were fools. They would definitely side with Atlantis."
The Raging Waves Sword Saint's expression was equally grim. His relationship with Hohenheim was merely a partnership, and he was the one currently in charge of the United Navy.
Being questioned like this by Hohenheim made him lose face.
"And what about now? All six of them have gone over to Atlantis!"
Hohenheim pressed him aggressively.
"Compared to attacking Atlantis first and having all eight of them side with Atlantis, having only six now is already much better. Besides, those six are badly injured. Their combat strength will be greatly diminished in the short term."
The Raging Waves Sword Saint spoke expressionlessly.
As a matter of fact, he had made something of an error in judgment. He had originally intended to kill at least four Legendaries outright in this ambush.
Yet, unexpectedly, while those fellows were not particularly strong in combat, their means of staying alive were outstanding.
However, the Raging Waves Sword Saint would never admit that, no matter what.
Although cooperating with Hohenheim had allowed him to regain control of the United Navy, Hohenheim was now also vying with him for that control.
If he admitted his mistake, Hohenheim would certainly seize the opportunity to take