People are pirates, creating Cthulhu

West Sea, Palace of Knossos.

Sakaski also received information from Spangdyne at this moment.

Hundreds of thousands of naval forces have blocked the entire Western Sea, and a dozen naval vice-admirals each led a naval force to attack a country belonging to the Mekas Church.

Sakaski already knew Sengoku's thoughts.

This act of dividing the troops seemed stupid, but it was actually to contain him.

Although the more than a dozen countries under him have large populations and maintain their own troops, in terms of combat effectiveness, they can only be described in two words - crotch pulling!

The root of everything comes from the heavenly gold collected by the world government.

Without money, there will naturally be no troops, and the combat effectiveness cannot be maintained at all.

Heavenly Gold is like a bottomless pit draining the blood and sweat of every World Government ally.

Therefore, even if the navy divides its forces, these vassal countries have no ability to resist, let alone the navy with a lieutenant general leading the team.

There are only more than [-] Fire Essences in total. Although no one in the Navy can defeat them, after being sent out, they can only make a small splash on the local battlefield.

As the attacking navy, all it takes is to retreat when encountering the Fire Essence.

There is no need for a head-on confrontation with the Flame Essence.

On the other hand, Sakaski, as the defender, must protect all territory.

The 1 Flame Essence seemed a bit stretched.

After reading the information, Sakaski let out a chuckle, and the white flame in his hand turned into ashes as soon as he looked at the information.

He seemed not to care about the outcome of the war at all. He neither thought about how to decipher Sengoku's plan nor took the initiative to attack the warship where Sengoku and others were not far away.

Instead, he prayed in a low voice to the statue of Cthugha with a pious look on his face.

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Ecclesiastical State of Mekas, Auraken.

Garp stood at the bow of the warship with a worried look on his face. It wasn't until his adjutant ran over to convey the order for the Sengoku attack that he suddenly became solemn and gave the order for the attack.

In fact, Garp was a little dissatisfied with the arrangements of the Warring States Period.

These countries were all separated from the world government under the coercion of Sakaski. According to the arrangement of the Warring States Period, the only people who were really fighting against them in the war were the people of the kingdom, not Sakaski's men or himself.

This is a war that sacrifices the basics for the sake of the weak.

There is destined to be no winner in this war, only the endless suffering and separation of the people.

But he also knew the difficulties of the Warring States Period. The world government would not care about the disasters suffered by ordinary people. They needed an attitude to prove their control over the world.

What's more, it actually serves as a warning to other franchised countries so that they don't dare to follow suit easily.

Artillery fire relentlessly bombarded Orakon's border.

Several small towns were quickly razed to the ground, and further into the depths, they were out of the cannon fodder range of the warships.

Therefore, under the leadership of Garp, tens of thousands of marines advanced all the way towards Orakon's royal city.

Along the way they encountered little resistance.

The navy suffered few casualties, and the morale of the sergeants was extremely high.

I heard many marines around me clamoring that they would be able to have dinner in the royal city of Orakon before night.

However, things were not as optimistic as they imagined.

Thousands of marines appeared on the only road leading to the royal city.

When the vanguard saw this group of marines, they were all confused.

He was clearly the vanguard, why did the navy come ahead of him?

But the leading major didn't think too much. Instead, he approached the other party with a relaxed expression and started talking to them: "Which troop are you from? How come you are running so fast and you are all in front of us?"

However, no one came to answer his question.

A blazing white fire ignited his body, and before the brothers behind him could draw their guns, more people were ignited with white flames by the navy in front of them.

In an instant, the army was filled with mourners.

When Garp, who was walking with the large army, heard the screams in front, he realized that he had been surrounded by nearly [-] "Navy".

"Lieutenant General, this...what is going on? Aren't they also the navy? Why are they attacking us?"

The eyes of Garp's adjutant were full of confusion, but because of the silence order, Garp could not explain to them why all this happened.

He could only widen his eyes and shouted angrily: "Shut up! They are not the navy, everyone is ready to fight!"

Fortunately, Garp is usually quite prestigious, and the navy quickly carried out his orders.

"shooting!"

After handing over the command to his adjutant, Garp rolled up his sleeves and rushed into the ranks of the Fire Spirits.

As a naval hero, even if he dies, he must die before his subordinates.

This is Garp’s last stubbornness!

Seeing Garp rushing into the team, the Flame Essence seemed extremely excited. There were several times more Flame Essences surrounding him than elsewhere.

Although Garp's fists are very strong and can knock away a fire spirit with one punch, it actually does not cause much damage to them. Their characteristics are a bit like those with natural fruit abilities who are not afraid of domineering power.

Moreover, the essence of fire also has the special ability to absorb the physical strength of those who come into contact with it.

With each punch, Garp felt the sleepiness in his mind gradually getting worse, his steps became heavier, and the speed of his punches became slower and slower.

This was tantamount to the most painful torture for him who was extremely sleepy. He even bit his lip until it bled just to keep himself awake.

Seeing how brave their commander Garp was, the navy was not willing to lag behind. Although their comrades were gradually decreasing one by one, their morale was still high.

However, what was horrifying was when they found that their familiar comrades actually stood up from the flames.

When he punched his own back, the team could no longer hold on.

Some of the sailors were wailing and wanting to break out of the encirclement, while others were so desperate that they committed suicide.

Garp's heart was filled with sadness, he knew it was over.

Not only himself, but also these tens of thousands of marines.

The collapse of his faith meant that he could no longer hold on, and the last punch collapsed halfway through.

The Fire Spirit was finally able to meet this brave god of war.

They happily climbed onto Garp's body.

The white flames burned everything on him mercilessly.

The eyelids, which were as heavy as ten thousand pounds, were closed heavily.

But at the last moment when his consciousness fell into silence, he vaguely seemed to hear something.

Is it reinforcements?

how come!

There is no force in the navy that can counterbalance the Fire Essence.

What's more, in the Warring States plan, their sacrifice was inevitable, and there was no plan for follow-up reinforcements.

I finally laughed at myself in my heart.

Garp's consciousness finally fell into silence.

Endless darkness completely enveloped him.