On the other side of the battlefield, an equally fierce battle was erupting between the God's Knights and the private army assembled by Christopher.
The arrowheads of Gunko incessantly shuttled across the battlefield, occasionally piercing through the body of a private soldier.
"Three o'clock direction."
The light trail dragging behind the arrow suddenly split into a spiderweb pattern.
She flicked her fingertips, and three arrows, following different trajectories, sealed off the retreat of a Longleg Tribe member.
Kirringham's ability activated, beginning to materialize fear absorbed from two Giant Race members.
With a ripping sound, the lava golem was intercepted by the Mink Tribe's electrostatic net before it could fully form.
Kirringham's face showed anger, and he cursed under his breath:
"Damn beasts!"
"Boring tricks!"
Mafie's laser swept across the battlefield, and some weaker Slaves instantly fell, smoke rising from their bodies.
She used her sharp Horn to toss away a Fishman who had ambushed her from behind, and as she turned, a lead bullet grazed past her ear.
Mafie turned her head and smiled slightly at the girl holding a sniper rifle:
"Little girl, your toy can't hurt me."
Somaz's thorns suddenly shot out from underground, leaving bloody gashes on the wings of three Sky Island Slaves.
"Third round of rotation!"
A Giant Slave roared, his deafening cry echoing across the battlefield.
At the same time, he picked up a steel pillar and smashed the Ice Wall of a Yeti Knight; in the flying ice crystals, his tiger's mouth split and bled.
Three Longarm Tribe members seized the opportunity to throw special fishing nets.
Just as Mafie was about to fire her laser, a God's Knight wearing a gas mask suddenly appeared, his twin swords shredding the fishing nets while leaving cross-shaped wounds on the Longarm Tribe members' chests.
"We also need to pay attention to our formation!"
A God's Knight, dressed like the Grim Reaper, swung his scythe in an arc, and several Slaves in front of him instantly fell to the ground.
Two female God's Knights charged into the Slaves' formation.
One had short blue hair, gentle and sweet; the other had golden shoulder-length hair adorned with a flower, cold and beautiful.
But in battle, they showed no mercy, each punch and kick sending several Slaves flying.
Bang!
A gunshot rang out, and the God's Knight holding a sniper rifle fired a lead bullet, creating a bloody hole in the shoulder of the distant sniper girl.
She blew away the gunpowder smoke from the muzzle, and just then, the Conqueror's Haki erupting on the other side caused the entire battlefield to pause for half a second:
"Should we go support the Commander and the Captain?"
"Even if we wanted to, we can't break away, can we?"
A Yeti not far away grumbled in a muffled voice:
"Christopher really did build a tenacious anthill!"
During this time, the Slaves had already completed their formation change, transporting their injured comrades to the rear for treatment.
It must be said that Christopher's trained private army, although not yet as strong as the God's Knights, possessed excellent military discipline.
By relying on the tacit cooperation of their unique racial abilities and their not-so-weak strength, they actually managed to temporarily hold off the God's Knights.
However, even if the God's Knights did not possess their full value, their true strength was still far superior to Christopher's private army.
They could contend for a short time with tactics and numbers, but as time went on, it was foreseeable that the casualties among the Slaves would inevitably increase.
So the God's Knights were not in a hurry at all; if they just dragged it out, victory was certain for them.
Below, at Red Port.
Betty's flag was planted on twisted steel frames, its surface torn with cracks from sword slashes.
She wiped away the blood from the corner of her mouth, the wound on her tiger's mouth staining the flagpole crimson:
"Old man, your sword is very hard!"
Horn's greatsword split the steel frame behind Betty, and his cold laugh came from amidst the flying sparks:
"Is it worth sacrificing your life for Slaves who don't even know your name?"
Horn continued to try and influence Betty's will to fight through words, even as he battled.
"Someone like you who wears justice as a uniform..."
Betty's flagpole swept towards Horn's knee:
"Of course wouldn't understand!!!"
With a bang, Horn swung his sword back to block the attack, and Betty rolled back.
Landing on the ground, she spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and pressed the communicator by her ear:
"I can't hold on much longer."
After receiving a response from Crow on the other end of the communicator, learning that the Slaves were already on their way via the elevator, Betty gritted her teeth and continued to persevere.
She gripped the flagpole tightly with both hands, thrusting it like a spear towards Horn.
"iron wall Style: Immovable Wheel!"
Horn easily parried Betty's attack, followed by a swift horizontal sweep:
"What kind of bewitching potion did the Revolutionary Army give you?"
Betty scrambled to roll and dodge, but a strand of her hair was still cut off:
"They gave me the right to choose my battlefield!"
Horn sneered:
"Too bad, the firelight up there is about to go out."
Betty, however, didn't even raise an eyelid; instead, she laughed loudly:
"Then why are you panicking? You can't even lie."
Horn was so provoked by this remark that his blood rushed, and his slashes became even more furious:
"You reckless bunch, you don't understand the value of order at all!"
"Of course we do!"
With no way to dodge, Betty propped up her flagpole, and the greatsword pressed down on her shoulder, tearing a bloody gash; she could clearly hear the crisp sound of bones in her shoulder.
Yet, Betty's expression showed no panic:
"That's why we must smash this false order even more!"
"Fish-Man Karate: Five Thousand Brick Fist!"
Just as Betty was about to give out, a blue figure suddenly appeared from behind her, a massive fist heading straight for Horn.
Horn reacted quickly, immediately retracting his sword to defend.
The fist struck the greatsword, producing a sound like a morning bell or evening drum.
He looked up to see a blue Fishman standing in front of Betty, striking a Fish-Man Karate pose at him:
"Marine! Don't even think about being violent here!"
It must be said, Jinbe looked incredibly cool at this moment.
If he wasn't blue, wasn't fat, and wasn't a Fishman, Betty might have been smitten on the spot.
As Jinbe's words fell, on the beach behind, a large group of Fishmen surged towards them—
These were members of the Sun Pirates, who, following Fisher Tiger's orders, were preparing to launch a pincer attack on the garrison at Red Port.
They had originally intended to observe the situation first, but unexpectedly, as soon as they approached the port, they saw flames rising to the sky from Red Port.
Realizing something was wrong, Jinbe immediately ordered them to sail into Red Port at full speed.
After disembarking, Jinbe led the way, following the traces of battle, and found the Admiral and Belo Betty in a stalemate.
Horn's hair stood on end, and the greatsword in his hand continuously vibrated, emitting a hum:
"Another group of people looking for death! Does Fish-Man Island want to face a Marine Buster Call?"
Jinbe's tone remained calm, unfazed by the threat:
"The Sun Pirates' purpose on this trip is solely to rescue the imprisoned Slaves."
"If Admiral iron wall is willing to make way and let the Slaves leave, we can part ways peacefully."
"Absurd!"
Horn roared, and just as he was about to say more, the sound of an elevator landing came from behind him...