A deep voice echoed across the city wall.
Many of those present wore solemn expressions.
The dragon fell silent.
Looking at the various leaders gathered around him, Long sighed inwardly.
As Garp's biological son, he did not slack off in either Taijutsu or Devil Fruit development.
It is precisely for this reason that he has the confidence to lead the Revolutionary Army against the World Government all by himself.
There are even rumors on the high seas that if Dragon of the Revolutionary Army were a pirate, he would be on par with the Four Emperors of the old era.
Dragon has indeed lost his Devil Fruit.
However, his remaining Taijutsu still allow him to stand alone.
However, compared to the dragon, the five commanders behind him, except for the South Army commander Lindbergh who fought using science and technology, were all significantly weaker.
Grand Line Captain, Ivan the Okama King, and Vice-Captain Inazuma!
East Army Commander Belo Betty, West Army Commander Morley, North Army Commander Karasu, and others.
The Devil Fruit undoubtedly accounts for the largest proportion of his strength.
Right now, the Five Elders and Imu, who was hiding behind the scenes, have suddenly taken back all the Devil Fruit in the entire ocean.
This undoubtedly caught the Revolutionary Army completely off guard.
Most importantly, the other side also controls a continuous stream of Sea King waves.
For the Revolutionary Army, who had already lost their Devil Fruit powers, this was simply adding insult to injury.
The continuous onslaught of Sea King's waves over the past few days has left their Revolutionary Army exhausted.
Now, even Sea Kings from hundreds of nautical miles around are gathering here.
There was also an uninvited guest lurking behind the scenes.
This undoubtedly left the Revolutionary Army feeling overwhelmed and helpless.
"Dragon, what do we do? Retreat, or fight to the death?" Ivan couldn't help but ask.
"At this critical juncture, letting that brat Sabo leave Baltigo is far too risky for our Revolutionary Army."
"If it's a fight to the death, with Sabo around, our chances of winning are actually a bit better."
At this point, Ivan fell silent.
Having lost his Devil Fruit powers, he no longer has the ability to freely control his sex hormones.
He has long since reverted to being a burly man with a full beard and unkempt feet.
Although he still possessed the Okama Kenpo, his strength had indeed been reduced by about 50-60%.
Faced with such a massive Sea King wave, the effect it could have was minimal.
"Boss, do you really believe that brat from the Navy will give us new power?" Belo Betty asked in a deep voice, a cigarette dangling from her lips.
Everyone else also tensed up.
At first, after losing their Devil Fruit powers, they were able to put on a brave face and comfort themselves, showing that they didn't care at all.
However, after personally experiencing numerous life-or-death battles, everyone felt a bit nostalgic for their former Devil Fruit abilities.
Faced with this unusual surge of Sea King, they knew that if they could not obtain new strength, the Revolutionary Army would soon become history.
"You guys should save your breath. The leader will just laugh and say, 'I believe that kid; I'm his uncle, after all,'" Lindbergh said, rolling his Byakugan in exasperation.
"That kid, we don't know when he'll come back, or if he'll give us any new power. Instead of relying on others, we should all check out my new creation—a jetpack that lets us fly freely in the air and fight."
"This is a technological weapon that I put a lot of effort into developing. Even if that brat really gives us power afterward, it probably won't be able to compare with my scientific research weapon."
As a research scholar of the Mink Tribe, Lindbergh was always the Revolutionary Army's weapons master.
The jetpack he carried, along with various rocket launchers, were all his creations.
They have appeared in various major battles.
Looking across the vast ocean of knowledge, aside from a handful of individuals, Lindbergh's experiments truly stand out as among the best.
As he spoke, Lindbergh didn't stop, taking out the jetpack he had been working overtime to finish.
Looking at the jetpack laid out on the table, weighing at least 100 pounds.
Their strength was indeed greatly reduced, but these hundred or so pounds were nothing to them.
However, it was clear that they were not used to carrying such equipment into battle.
After all, among the five leaders, only Lindbergh is short.
The others were all burly, imposing figures.
It's impossible to become familiar with this so-called technological warfare in a short period of time.
It's hard to say, but it could further reduce their already low combat strength by an even greater margin.
"Hey, why do you all look so disgusted? This is the most advanced scientific weaponry of our time. You don't want it, but many people are fighting tooth and nail for it."
Lindbergh glared and shouted in dissatisfaction.
On this vast ocean, he knew clearly that his scientific level might not be the highest.
However, they are at least among the best.
He couldn't swallow this insult.
Seeing Lindbergh's grumbling, Ivan and the others gave a wry smile and ultimately gave each of them a jetpack.
After seeing the jetpacks he was so proud of on everyone's backs, Lindbergh gave a satisfied snort and looked at the dragon standing in front of him.
Faced with that clearly meaningful look, Long helplessly touched the tip of his nose, just about to pick up his own jet propulsion device.
roar!
A deafening the Roar rose like a tidal wave.
The next moment, from all directions, as if echoing each other from afar, thousands upon thousands of the Roar resounded through the heavens.
The vibrations caused a stinging sensation in everyone's eardrums.
The seemingly calm sea surface suddenly became completely boiling, bubbling up with a large number of bubbles.
Huge black shadows appeared on the sea surface.
A series of splashing sounds rang out.
Looking around, one sees massive Sea Kings, each tens of meters long, gathered on the sea, a dark, overwhelming sight.
Boom!
A bolt of blue lightning struck through the void without warning.
It moved with incredible speed, heading straight for the dragon. By the time everyone reacted, it was already more than ten meters away.
The dragon's expression darkened slightly. Without thinking, he quickly took a step forward and stood directly in front of the oncoming Thunder.
He knew perfectly well that if the leaders of each army hadn't lost their Devil Fruit abilities, they would definitely have been able to withstand such an attack.
However, times have changed. The strength of the four leaders has been greatly reduced, and if they were to take this blow, they would likely be either killed or seriously injured.
Only a dragon can withstand such a direct hit.