The most overpowered aspect of Iron Balloon is its complete immunity to attacks below a certain threshold.
There will never be a situation like Whitebeard's during the Marineford War, where he was pierced by ordinary guns and cannons after his Haki was exhausted.
So, as expected, Betty's attack had no effect whatsoever.
Click! Click!
With two crisp sounds, Blake, without hesitation, locked Betty up:
"Congratulations, from now on, you are my Slave!"
"Isn't it a pleasant surprise? You'll get to stay with Ginny in the manor every day!"
Betty seemed to finally come to her senses, immediately gritting her teeth and struggling.
But the Sea Stone handcuffs Blake brought back from Wano Country could perfectly adapt to any environment.
Ginny stood rooted to the spot, her expression complex, not daring to make the slightest move.
She knew very well that acting impulsively now would not only fail to save Betty but would also put both of them in danger.
Just like that, Stella, with a gentle smile, gently comforted Betty while leading the cursing Betty into the portal.
Emerging from the portal, Blake looked in the direction of the battle and couldn't help but frown.
The airflow there was still very chaotic; he could only vaguely see Devil Fruit abilities and Haoshoku auras intertwined from afar, but couldn't make out the specifics of the fight.
After some thought, Blake still took Stella and decided to go through the alternate dimension to see the current situation... As soon as he arrived near the battlefield, Blake saw Garling standing on a pile of ruins, with God's Knights, led by Shamrock, behind him.
Although they had no serious injuries, their clothes were almost all torn to varying degrees.
On the other side stood the Revolutionary Army, led by Dragon, as well as Christopher and his private army.
The Revolutionary Army was in decent shape, but Christopher's hard-earned Slave army was in a much worse state.
Almost all of them were injured, with some severely wounded and unconscious, and even some who had already died.
Seeing that he wasn't too late, Blake pulled out a chair in the alternate dimension, and Stella immediately served fruit and pastries.
Watching the show, feeling great.
On the battlefield, the ground between Christopher and Garling was scraped smooth like a polished mirror by repeated collisions.
"A group of filthy beings, daring to step on holy ground!"
Garling's fingertip brushed his blade, and the Haoshoku pressure caused cracks to appear in the ground.
Christopher stepped forward, also releasing his Conqueror's Haki to counter Garling's dominance:
"Filthy? The blood shed by these warriors, who long for freedom, is a hundred times cleaner than you brutal lot!"
Dragon's gaze quickly swept across the battlefield, raising a hand to stop the Revolutionary Army warriors who were about to charge forward, and said in a low voice:
"You will be responsible for dealing with God's Knights later; Garling is mine."
His gaze swept towards Christopher beside him:
"As for this 'rebellious World Nobles'... I need to confirm his resolve."
Kuma, Ivankov, and others all nodded, as the ideological clash in front continued—
Garling sneered:
"What about you, Christopher? Do you think abolishing slavery will make the world better?"
"It certainly won't be worse than it is now!"
The air around Christopher's blade was twisting and deforming:
"A rule maintained by chains and collars... that is nothing but tyranny."
Dragon suddenly stepped forward and interjected:
"And the collapse of tyranny is bound to be accompanied by growing pains..."
He pointed to the Slave market and coliseum in the distance, already engulfed in flames:
"No matter how intense the growing pains, it's better than eternal oppression!"
Christopher looked sideways at Dragon, who had come to his side:
"The leader of the Revolutionary Army... do you also think slavery should be abolished?"
"Not should, but must!"
Dragon's robes billowed, and the Conqueror's Haki on him, as if to destroy everything, burst forth:
"But some people..."
"Always need to be convinced by force!"
He turned and extended his fist to Christopher:
"I'm glad there's someone like you among the World Nobles."
Christopher also extended his fist and bumped it against Dragon's:
"I'm also glad there's a warrior like you on the seas!"
"Hahahahaha..."
Garling's wild laughter echoed across the battlefield:
"With these insects! You dare to dream of slaying a god?!"
"divine judgment: Amaterasu!"
A slash in the form of a giant fiery bird flew from Garling's longsword, melting grooves of lava into the ground.
Christopher's blade twisted, and strange fluctuations surrounded it; the fiery giant bird circled his blade and then turned to charge towards God's Knights.
The Revolutionary Army, led by Ivankov and Kuma, also charged towards God's Knights at this moment.
Suddenly, the battle escalated again.
Blake, in the alternate dimension, was somewhat dissatisfied.
His ultimate goal wasn't to watch these weaklings squabble.
Although God's Knights had super healing abilities comparable to Wolverine, both their stamina and Haki would be consumed.
Haoshoku attacks could also slow down their healing speed.
Killing them might be difficult, but defeating them was simple.
Blake now urgently hoped that the allied forces would win quickly, to see if they could force Imu out.
With the entry of the Revolutionary Army, the situation between the private army and the Knights reversed.
The Slaves already had enough numbers; their previous suppression was only due to a lack of top-tier powerhouses.
After Ivankov, Kuma, and others entered the battlefield, God's Knights gradually began to falter, and wounds started appearing on their bodies.
However, they quickly recovered completely using their immortal bodies.
It must be said, Kuma was truly a good comrade who obeyed orders and followed commands.
When Dragon said he'd entrust the mission of saving Ginny to Rayleigh, Kuma truly diligently completed the task.
Blake wondered if he could ever achieve the same level of composure as the other party.
Shamrock's rapier once again transformed into a three-headed hellhound, biting Crow's arm.
However, the area where Crow was bitten instantly turned into a pitch-Blake piece of coal, smearing the three-headed dog's mouth.
"Fish-Man Karate: Water Stream Shoulder Throw!"
Tiger manipulated the moisture on the ground, seizing the opportunity to attack Shamrock, with Crow following close behind.
Shamrock withstood Tiger's attack but was tightly entangled around the neck by chains made of coal ash by Crow.
"You... you... lower beings!"
Shamrock's face turned as red as his hair.
Crow flicked his hand, and the coal ash instantly burst into flames:
"Well said!"
"I heard you Celestial Dragons can't breathe the same air as lower beings."
"So, not breathing should be fine for you, right?"
..."Dragon Claw Fist!"
"Strangling Storm!"
Dragon's fist, carrying a storm, combined with the spirals on Christopher's blade, forming a strangling force that attacked Garling from front and back, tearing a wound on both sides of him.
But in an instant, Garling's body had recovered as good as new.
"It's useless!"
Garling wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth:
"The bloodline of a god, how can you..."
"Too much talk!"
Christopher suddenly spun, and immense crushing pressure from all directions squeezed Garling.
"Dragon Claw: Thousand Layer Waves!"
Dragon seized the opportunity to unleash hundreds of air blades, sending Garling flying into a pile of ruins.
As the dust settled, Garling stood in the ruins, his clothes tattered, his body slightly bent.
His sword was stuck in the ground, and he leaned on it with one hand, preventing himself from falling.
As for his other hand? It was gone.
Blake couldn't help but feel a bit speechless:
"How did he get beaten so badly again?"
"Huh? Why did I say 'again'?"