The natural system started off strong, but the navy finally reached its peak!

The acting was so exaggerated that even Crocodile couldn't help but twitch his lips.

The next second, Bucky lowered his hand, his face instantly transforming into a resolute expression of "putting righteousness before family" and "unyielding integrity," as he sternly shouted towards the outside of the tent:

"Someone come here!!"

Bucky pointed to the bewildered Samuel at his feet.

"Take this guy down immediately! Take him to the nearest Navy G-Branch Base!"

"Also, tell the Navy..."

Bucky puffed out his chest, his red nose seemingly radiating a glow of "justice," and his voice boomed, echoing throughout the tent:

"The Cross Guild is a well-known and reputable mercenary group!"

We only recognize Pele, not any particular stance!

"If necessary...we'll do the dirty work and hard work like eliminating pirate remnants and maintaining order on the seas..."

He paused, then gave a standard, clownish, comical smile:

"You can contact me—'The Clown King' Bucky!"

Finally, he pointed sharply to the sky (the top of the tent), and with all his might, shouted out that crucial concluding statement that declared his stance.

"I, Bucky... am mortal enemies with the World Government!!!"

Samuel Kronos's hope froze completely.

His shock and despair were palpable. Before he could even struggle or cry out, he was handcuffed with sea stone, his mouth gagged, and he was dragged away swiftly.

Inside the tent, silence returned.

Bucky plopped back into his chair, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, let out a long sigh of relief, and then nervously looked at Crocodile and Red Earl.

Crocodile silently took a drag of his cigarette, and after a long pause, exhaled two words: "...Not bad."

The Count of Red picked up his glass again, took a sip, and the corners of his mouth seemed to curve slightly upward, but he didn't say anything.

Katakuri and Moria exchanged a glance and remained silent.

This decision is cruel, realistic, and very "Pakistani."

Faced with an absolute threat, cut off the risk without hesitation.

At the same time, extend an olive branch (even a humble one) to a more powerful force and take a clear stand (against the world government).

Perhaps, once again, "Clown King's" "luck" and "intuition" came at a crucial moment.

For the Cross Guild, this small boat tossed about in the stormy seas.

They chose the course that was most likely... to survive.

As for "Pure Land"?

That's probably just a fairy tale told to those pirates outside who live in constant fear.

Chapter 724 Incessant Chatter

The Holy Land of Mary Geoise, Pangaea.

The former "abode of the gods" has now been completely occupied by the revolutionary army.

Revolutionary Army Commander-in-Chief Monkey D. Dragon (Dragon) stands at one end of the long table.

He was draped in a dark green cloak, and the tattoos on his face looked particularly vivid in the flickering candlelight.

With his hands resting on the edge of the table, he calmly gazed at the core area of ​​Pangu City on the map.

The sign indicating the tightest defensive perimeter between and around the flowers, his brow furrowed, suggests he is contemplating his next breakthrough.

Standing beside him, however, she appeared quite agitated, even somewhat agitated.

It was none other than Sabo, the Chief of Staff and second-in-command of the Revolutionary Army, known as "Emperor Yan".

Sabo's blond hair was somewhat disheveled, clearly indicating that he had recently been rotated off the front lines.

He held a rough casualty count and a report on material consumption in his hand, but his attention was completely elsewhere.

“Mr. Long, I still have to say it!” Sabo’s voice was filled with barely suppressed resentment and confusion.

He pointed to the battle lines on the map where their revolutionary army was currently struggling to hold on.

"The Navy... that guy Gern is just using us as pawns! As cannon fodder!"

He became more and more agitated as he spoke: "They said they would join forces to attack the Holy Land, but what happened?"

From our strong assault and landing, breaking through the outer defenses

Up until now, they are fighting inch by inch in Pangu City against the Knights of God and the remaining defenders.

Where is their navy?

Aside from the initial silly Koby who arrived with a symbolic contact and vague intelligence...

Where is their main force? Where are their top combatants? Not a single one has been seen!

Sabo felt a toothache just thinking about Captain Coby, the upright-looking Marine who even showed pity for injured Celestial Dragons.

In the brutal siege battle

He made several minor tactical mistakes or missed opportunities due to the other party's "kindness" and "principles".

He has intervened to salvage the situation more than once, and has even saved the other party's life directly.

"That big idiot Koby!" Sabo couldn't help but complain. "Being kind-hearted is a good thing, but this is war!"

It was a war to overthrow eight hundred years of tyranny!

His approach...it's absolutely infuriating!

I have no idea how many times I've wiped his butt!

The Navy sent just this one person to 'assist' us? Where's their sincerity?

"They clearly want our revolutionary army to lead the charge."

We'll deplete the strength of both the Knights of God and the Holy Land, until we're both severely weakened.

They can then wait in comfort and reap the benefits!

Even if the World Government is overthrown, the Navy will still seize the power of discourse and the fruits of victory!

We can't remain passive like this!

Sabo's concerns were not unfounded, and they also reflected the underlying doubts of many revolutionary soldiers on the front lines.

The navy's declaration of war was earth-shattering, but actual action was slow to materialize.

Only the revolutionary army suffered immense pressure and casualties within Pangoal Intent.

But after hearing Sabo's excited words, Dragon did not show the solemn or agreeable expression he had expected.

Instead, he slowly straightened up, shifting his gaze from the map to Sabo's face.

“Sabo,” Long reassured him, “we need to look at things from a longer-term perspective.”

"Independent Navy, Gern Reginald Sigmar..."

Their relationship with the world government is no longer simply one of opposition.

In the Battle of Egherd, three of the Five Elders died and two were 'lost'...

The conflict between the two sides is a complete breakdown of relations, a war to the death.

He turned to Sabo: "Such a break means that the Navy will face the most frenzied counterattack from all the remaining forces of the World Government."

They need time to conduct a thorough mobilization and adjust all strategic deployments.

Ensure a decisive, one-hit kill, rather than rushing in and getting bogged down in piecemeal tactics.

"As for attrition on us..." Dragon shook his head, "Sabo, what do you think about our chances in this grand drama of overthrowing the World Government on Gorn's chessboard?"

Are we, the revolutionary army... the kind of 'pawns' that can be used and discarded at will?"

"Without our containment and direct assault, the navy would have no chance of directly landing and capturing the core of Pangu City."

The cost will be greater, the time will be longer, and there will be more variables.

We are not cannon fodder; we are indispensable pioneers and anchors.

Gern knew this, so he gave us the 'key' to enter the Holy Land (to free ourselves), tacitly approving and even encouraging our attack.

“As for Koby…” Long paused slightly, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, “that young man… is perhaps the most suitable candidate sent by Gern.”

He represents the 'pure justice' aspect of the navy that has not yet been completely corrupted; his very existence is a signal.

Moreover, it is precisely because of some of his 'principles' that the World Government is more likely to... underestimate him, isn't it?

(The above is entirely Dragon's own imagination; it's simply that Gern is disgusted by Koby.)

Dragon's analysis attempts to help Sabo escape his current tactical predicament and see a broader strategic picture.

But Sabo was exhausted from days of bloody battles and heartbroken by the casualties of his comrades.

The anger over the navy's "standing by and watching" attitude was overwhelming and difficult to fully accept at the time.

He looked at Long's calm face.

Instead, a feeling of frustration welled up inside me, as if I were the only one who was pure in a world of filth and sober in a world of drunks.

“Mr. Dragon! I understand what you mean, but…” Sabo wanted to argue, “The soldiers on the front lines are bleeding every minute!”

What we desperately need is substantial support, not just strategic 'understanding'!

If the navy doesn't arrive soon, and the Knights of God recover and organize a counterattack, or if Im pulls some other stunt, we might...

The conversation abruptly ended.

A voice came from the direction of the conference door without warning.

"It seems..."

"Someone isn't too happy with me."

All the revolutionary army cadres and guards present, including Sabo, felt their hair stand on end and turned to look at the gate!

The dragon's eyes suddenly narrowed, but more than that, they held a deep sense of "it's finally here."

The door had been silently pushed open a crack at some point.

A figure had been standing there quietly for some time now.

A black shirt, crisp military trousers, and the admiral's overcoat, a symbol of supreme naval power, casually draped over his shoulders.

It wasn't buttoned up and swayed gently in the breeze coming in from outside.

His face was expressionless, his gaze calmly sweeping over the people in the hall.

Finally, it landed on Sabo, who was still in an excited pose, his fingers frozen in mid-air.

Independent Naval Marshal, "Tianzhen"

Gern Reginald Sigmar.

he came.

There were no ceremonial guards, no announcements, and it didn't even cause any alarm or disturbance outside.

And so, as if returning home, he appeared at the core meeting of the Revolutionary Army's front-line command.

Gern slowly stepped into the hall.

He walked toward the long table, toward the dragon, and also toward... Sabo, who stood frozen in place.

Chapter 725 The Silent 'Power'

The moment Gern stepped into the conference hall, his gaze swept over Sabo, making him feel as if he had been stripped naked.

Every inch of skin was exposed to scrutiny.

"How is this possible?!"

Sabo's mind was buzzing.