"What's there to be afraid of?"
Mordo grinned ferociously, clenching his fist. He yelled, "We fight one, or we fight two! In the New World, besides the Yonko, what is there to fear?!"
"An all-out war probably won't happen."
A melodious voice rang out. It came from the woman sitting in the fifth seat on the left. She was wearing a white sun hat with a white veil covering her face. She had on a white lace dress with pale yellow frills and white, open-toed high heels. Her skin was astonishingly pale, without a trace of color.
She parted her red lips, and her melodious voice rang out again, "To be safe, even if they were to team up to eliminate us, they wouldn't want to see the losses they would incur either."
Pale Lady - Elsa Katrina!!!
A high-ranking officer of the Garfield Pirates and ruler of the Eighth Island.
"My Lord Duke, I think we should stop targeting the Chris Pirates for now and see how the war on Aznat goes. For one, the Chris Pirates haven't made a move yet, and for another, they're not that easy to provoke. Our main opponent is still the Donquixote Family, so it's not too late to make a decision later." A thin, black-clad man sitting in the fourth seat on the right said.
He was wearing black leather pants and a jacket, with his chest exposed. Two exquisite flintlock pistols with barrels longer than usual were tucked into his waist.
Gunslinger - Saru Hanter!!!
A high-ranking officer of the Garfield Pirates and ruler of the Eleventh Island.
"Tch! That lucky guy. I don't know how he made his territory a globally recognized neutral zone, but I don't believe he really has the rumored monstrous strength. Hmph, how ridiculous!" Mordo scoffed, sounding annoyed.
Although he didn't say any names, everyone present knew who he was talking about.
"That's right. How many of the Warlords of the Sea are true monsters? How many of them are even in the New World? Besides Hawkeye and that bastard Doflamingo—oh, and that World Government lackey, Kuma, the rest are just failures, or they don't even dare to enter the New World. As for that guy, 'Golden Ring' Aeridar, he's just a lucky one."
Gemick didn't refute Mordo on this issue. Instead, he agreed with him, loudly mocking the others.
To them, only those who could truly survive and thrive in the harsh environment of the New World could be called monsters.
This was especially true for Aeridar. It was because the Chris Pirates' first battle was so stunning that it intimidated everyone else, and no one wanted to be the first to fight them.
After staying in the New World for a few years, the Chris Pirates had established such a large power, and since he was so young, it was normal for others to look down on and envy him.
As for the others, whether it was Crocodile or the man once known as the 'Hero of the West Blue,' Gecko Moria, they were all nothing more than failures who had been defeated after challenging a Yonko.
Even 'Knight of the Sea' Jinbe and the 'Pirate Empress' Hancock had rarely been to the New World. One stayed on Fish-Man Island dealing with rookie pirates, and the other frequently appeared in the Paradise and the Calm Belt.
How much respect could these New World pirates really have for the Warlords of the Sea?
"No matter what, the Chris Pirates are a force we can't ignore. Let's focus on dealing with that string-using bastard first."
Finally, hearing his subordinates' discussion, Caesar's face was devoid of any emotion as he made the final decision. "Apart from a few important clients, all other business will be suspended. The factories on the islands will operate at full capacity. Everything will be prioritized for the war on Aznat. I have a feeling that this time, that bastard Doflamingo will stop at nothing."
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New World, Aznat Island.
This was a large island even bigger than Brady Island. It was home to two kingdoms, the Barrid Kingdom and the Dunlite Kingdom. These two kingdoms were formed from a large kingdom that split hundreds of years ago. Both were ambitious and wanted to eliminate the other to rule the entire Aznat Island.
As a result, the two countries were constantly at war, having been mortal enemies for hundreds of years.
Although they were both affiliated with the World Government, they would stop at nothing to conquer the other. They would buy illegal weapons, hire pirates, and even accept support from other pirate-like factions.
The World Government had tried to mediate several times to no avail. If it weren't for the fact that the World Government had so few affiliated nations in the New World, they would have long been excommunicated.
"Kill! Slaughter them all!"
"Charge! Break their formation!"
"You damn rebels, we are the true rulers!"
"Take them down! Let's unify Aznat!"
On a plain full of rocks, flags fluttered, and tens of thousands of people clashed, their war cries deafening. In the midst of the sword fighting, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and severed limbs were scattered all over the ground. Before long, an extremely pungent smell of blood filled the air.
Rumble~
Suddenly, the ground shook violently.
Swish, swish, swish...
Then, countless stone spikes shot out, stirring up a bloody storm.
"Ah! My leg!"
"Damn it, my arm!"
"That damn Devil Fruit user!"
"Please, please kill me!"
Within a few breaths, the two-meter-long stone spikes had covered an area of several hundred square meters, killing or injuring at least a thousand people and eliciting screams of agony.
"Pica! Get out here!"
Suddenly, a thunderous roar came from a muscular man who was at least three meters tall and had an auburn cape flapping behind him.
Rumble~
The muscular man slammed his fist into the ground, causing it to shake. The ground rippled like water, and a hole over ten meters in diameter instantly appeared. Beyond the hole, a blast of air rolled out, and dozens of cracks spread in all directions.
Rumble~
At the same time, a giant rock emerged from the grassy ground a hundred meters away, as if it were a fluid rock. However, in the blink of an eye, the fluid-like rock solidified, forming a rock giant twenty to thirty meters high. This tall rock giant appeared to be wearing armor and a helmet with a cross-shaped faceguard.
"Bartley, it's useless! You can't defeat me!"
The giant rock giant suddenly spoke in an extremely high-pitched, strange voice that was completely inconsistent with its massive size.
"Pica, you're better off not speaking!" The man, known as Bartley, suppressed a laugh before saying unhappily, "As for whether I can defeat you, we'll have to fight to find out!"
"Roar~"
With that, Bartley let out a low roar, and his body suddenly grew a size bigger and taller, exuding a ferocious aura.
Black Mountain - Gorath Bartley!!!
A high-ranking officer of the Garfield Pirates and ruler of the Third Island.
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