Horn's greatsword suddenly chopped down; Betty dodged to the side, and a deep crack was carved into the ground.
Though she appeared somewhat disheveled, Belo Betty laughed loudly, "Is this all an Admiral is capable of?"
"You're asking for death!"
Horn's eyes burned with even greater fury, and he swung his sword, strike after strike, towards Betty.
Betty, however, was exceptionally agile, either dodging or blocking, doing her best to neutralize Horn's attacks.
There was nothing else she could do.
Why do you think his codename is "iron wall"?
If Hawkeye's swordsmanship essence was an unstoppable offense, then iron wall's swordsmanship was an impenetrable defense.
In other words, this was an Admiral with more than enough defense but insufficient offense.
When Rocks killed an Admiral in Mary Geoise back then, Horn was also present.
That scene had a profound psychological impact on Horn, who had not yet matured.
He had never imagined that a powerhouse like an Admiral could be so easily killed.
Since then, Horn's swordsmanship began to lean towards defense.
Relying on his extremely defensive swordsmanship, Horn's strength, even if it hadn't reached the level of the future "traffic light trio."
But even a stronger opponent would find it difficult to defeat him.
At the same time, Lindbergh had already led his squad towards the control room, and Mori's Push-Push Fruit ability made the ground undulate like waves, clearing a path for his teammates.
Crow's Coal-Coal Fruit ability transformed into a pitch-Blake smoke, enveloping the entire port and cutting off all communication signals.
Dragon stood on a high vantage point, calmly observing the battle.
His voice remained clear amidst the chaos: "Remember, our goal is liberation!"
"Liberate all Slaves! Liberate this world!"
Horn's roar echoed through the port: "You won't succeed!"
But it was useless.
The remaining defensive forces of Red Port were no match for the Revolutionary Army.
iron wall, alone and restrained by Belo Betty, could only watch as the main force of the Revolutionary Army took control of the elevator.
Soon, the steel platform of the elevator arrived at the edge of the Red Line amidst violent shaking.
Dragon's cloak was lifted by the heatwave; before him was a burning inferno, and Mary Geoise had descended into complete chaos—
White stone pillars toppled, the gold leaf decorations of the noble district curled in the fire, and thousands of Slaves fled through the streets like a breached dam... Seeing all this, the expression beneath Dragon's hood remained unchanged.
He ordered in a deep voice: "Lindbergh, hold the elevator."
"Understood!"
The short Lindbergh patted his pulse cannon: "I guarantee that each trip will fill the entire elevator."
Mori had already activated his ability, and the ground surged like ocean waves.
A ten-meter-wide passage stretched from the densest crowd directly to the elevator, with stone slabs automatically conveying the weak Slaves like a conveyor belt.
A Longarm Tribe mother holding a baby stumbled on the moving ground, and the passage immediately rose to form a protective trough.
Crow's clone was patrolling the sky, and suddenly, he issued a steady warning: "The Holy Land guards are here, southwest direction."
Crow's warning was accompanied by the explosion of soot.
Twenty guards armed with spears burst through the burning curtain but lost their way in the Blake mist.
Ivankov's Death Wink pierced through the smoke, blasting them all away.
Dragon's cloak swept over the ground covered in chains; three Giant Race Slaves wearing explosive collars were hurrying over, pausing for a moment when they saw the Revolutionary Army.
"Give me the collars."
Dragon's fingers brushed over the metal rings, and the advanced application of Armament Haki instantly destroyed the explosive devices inside the collars:
"Go to the elevator; they need strong labor there to carry the wounded."
His voice carried a convincing steadiness, and the three Giants instinctively began to act according to Dragon's instructions.
Suddenly, a roar of collapsing buildings came from the northwest.
What followed was an incomparably powerful shockwave.
The strong wind stirred Dragon's cloak, and his eyes narrowed: "It's the aftershock of a Conquerors Haki Infusion clash; top-tier powerhouses are fighting over there."
Mary Geoise was now in utter chaos, and the constantly colliding air currents severely interfered with Observation Haki perception.
Not to mention the Revolutionary Army, even Blake, who was still watching the show in the manor, despite his Observation Haki mastery reaching a very high level, was still interfered with, and his range significantly decreased.
Crow's clone once again flew high into the sky, looking towards the direction of the battle.
Although the specific situation was unclear, the approximate location could be determined: "Five kilometers away, that seems to be..."
"Fish-Man Tiger?"
"Continue pushing forward."
Dragon ordered in a deep voice, then turned his head and said, "Rayleigh-san..."
He paused slightly; Rayleigh's figure had disappeared sometime unknown.
With a helpless sigh, Dragon crushed the iron plate engraved with the Hoof of the Celestial Dragon on the ground:
"Ivan, inject the exhausted Slaves with high-excitement hormones; make sure they can successfully reach the elevator."
As the team broke through the third burning plaza, Betty's slightly flustered voice came through the communicator: "I can't hold on much longer."
No matter how unsuitable iron wall's swordsmanship was for offense, he was still an Admiral.
Betty was only in her twenties now, far from her peak.
Plus, her Devil Fruit ability required teammates to unleash its full combat power, so holding out this long was already a pleasant surprise.
Crow, watching the three hundredth survivor being sent to the elevator by Lindbergh, immediately pressed the communication button:
"Hold on, Betty, the elevator has started, and your reinforcements will arrive soon."
"Stop!"
Dragon suddenly raised his hand, and everyone behind him stopped.
In front of them, a group of figures dressed in white suits, dark ties, and strange masks blocked their path.
"CP0..."
Dragon whispered their identity.
He knew that the real battle was about to begin.
Unlike the previous Holy Land guards, this group of people was the true elite handpicked by the World Government.
However, since the Revolutionary Army dared to come, they naturally had already planned to face CP0.
Dragon had great confidence in his senior cadres; defeating them would not be difficult.
Boom!
Just then, another loud bang came.
This clash was closer to the Revolutionary Army's position, and the impact shattered all the nearby burning buildings.
Seeing this, Dragon no longer hesitated and immediately ordered: "Quick! Get rid of them!"
..."Christopher, must you always oppose me?!"
Several attacks failed to take down Christopher and Tiger, which made Garling's mood increasingly irritable.
Christopher landed on the ground, his long blade pointing diagonally: "Garling, you are all too extreme."
"We could develop this world with better means; intelligent races should be equal."
Garling nodded slightly, having lost interest in arguing with Christopher: "In that case, I won't hold back."
As soon as he finished speaking, a purplish-Blake light lit up on the ground beside him, forming a strange magic circle.