#600 - Chapter 600 The mice are here

A glint flashed in her eyes, and with a wave of her hand, a rumble echoed through the void.

Behind her, a massive black gate slowly creaked open, with unsettling whispers emanating from within—her "chess pieces" placed in every corner, and also her "prey."

Those beings she had meticulously chosen and modified were, according to her plan, now entering the trap she had laid.

"Continue preparing. The game ahead will be much more interesting."

She smiled faintly, her eyes radiating a coldness and ruthlessness from the abyss.

She wasn't in a hurry to end the battle; she no longer cared about Jin An's struggles or the forces attempting to resist.

She knew that she alone controlled this game, and no matter how the situation changed, everything would remain under her control.

She simply had to wait patiently for the moment to capture everything in one fell swoop.

"I shall rebuild the world's order."

Her whisper contained boundless determination, and as her words fell, an even greater storm was quietly brewing, with everything about to change for her sake.

On the blood-stained battlefield of Mary Geoise, swords and shadows intertwined, with blood and fire ravaging this once-sacred land.

Jin An, Whitebeard, Loki, and others stood on the smoke-filled front lines, their bodies already covered in wounds, but their fighting showed no signs of slowing down.

Every slash, every shot, every roar took an enemy's life.

The Five Elders' duplicates and those bizarre creatures, once the most terrifying presences on the battlefield, had now been greatly reduced in number, with the remaining scattered enemies being eliminated one by one by Jin An and the others.

Each fallen creature's corpse turned into countless black ashes that scattered with the wind, while the Five Elders' duplicates' blood stained the ground, their powerful aura now weakened and frail.

Jin An stood in a pile of wreckage, the blood on his long blade dripping from the tip.

His chest rose and fell slightly, sweat and blood mixed together and slid down his forehead, but his eyes were still as sharp as a blade.

He glanced at the surrounding battlefield, a cold glint flashing in his eyes:

"These guys are finally almost done."

Loki's massive black dragon form spiraled in the air, his huge dragon wings stirring up a gust of wind that shattered several approaching residual creatures.

He looked down at the battle on the ground, his eyes filled with a mixture of anger and excitement:

"These things are nothing much! I thought they'd be a bit more troublesome, but they can't even last until the end!"

Whitebeard laughed, swinging his long blade violently, the shockwave tearing a duplicate on the ground to shreds.

He hoisted his long blade and looked into the distance:

"Hahahaha! These fakes are not enough to watch! But—"

His tone changed, and his voice contained a hint of complexity,

"What's interesting is that there seem to be many other people joining our battle."

Upon hearing this, Jin An's gaze narrowed slightly as he scanned the battlefield.

He quickly discovered that this was no longer just a battlefield for them, the "strongest."

Among the World Government's soldiers, some had actually chosen to betray, their weapons now aimed at their former colleagues.

And in the distant ruins, more figures could be seen pouring into the battlefield—those rebels who had been hiding in the shadows were finally revealing themselves in this war.

"Those people…"

Jin An said in a low voice, his eyes locked on a group of rebels charging forward.

Their attire varied, clearly not from the same organization, but their eyes burned with the same flame—the anger against oppression, the desire for freedom.

"These are… teams rebelling against the World Government?"

Loki also noticed these people, a hint of surprise flashing in his dragon eyes,

"How did so many suddenly appear? Where have they been hiding all this time?"

Whitebeard grinned, his eyes sharp:

"It seems that the World Government's oppression has made the 'rats' on this sea unable to hold back.

They usually don't dare to show their faces, but now that they see us have already fought our way here, they naturally want to take the opportunity to turn the tables."

Jin An didn't speak; he simply watched the rebels' movements silently.

Their equipment was crude, and their combat skills were far inferior to the World Government's soldiers, but everyone's eyes were filled with determination, as if they would never stop fighting as long as they could still breathe.

Such a team, seemingly disorganized, had a moving power.

"They may just be ordinary people, but the power of each individual, when gathered together, is enough to shake the entire world."

Jin An said in a low voice, his eyes becoming more profound.

As the battle continued, the number of rebels increased.

They poured in from the edges of the battlefield, gradually participating in the most intense fighting.

Some were even ordinary people who had come from all directions, picking up weapons from the ruins and joining the fight against the World Government.

Among them was an elderly man, leaning on a sharpened wooden stick, his steps faltering, but the fire of anger burning in his eyes made him appear incredibly determined.

He trembled as he raised his wooden stick and stabbed it at a World Government soldier. Although the movement was clumsy, it carried a fearless determination.

There was also a young mother, carrying her young child on her back, her face full of dust and sweat, but she still gripped the long spear in her hand, doing her best to resist the enemy lunging at her.

These people were not born to be strong fighters, but at this moment, they had become an undeniable force on the battlefield.

The World Government's oppression left them with no way to retreat, and this war gave them hope of changing their fate.

"More and more people are standing up."

Whitebeard said softly, his gaze sweeping over the figures of those ordinary rebels, his tone carrying a hint of gratification,

"Perhaps we are not alone."

Loki retracted his dragon wings and transformed into a human, standing beside Jin An.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and snorted coldly:

"These people are not saviors; they have simply found an opportunity to rebel.

If we lose, they will also be crushed into powder."

Jin An's gaze remained calm, but the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a faint smile:

"No matter what their motives are, at least for now, they are on our side.

We are not the only ones fighting against the World Government."

The smoke of battle still filled the air, but that originally weak force of resistance began to grow at this moment.

One person after another picked up weapons and joined this battle against oppression.

Their arrival seemed to ignite a prairie fire, giving this chaotic land a new lease on life.

And Jin An and the others didn't know that what they were seeing at this moment was precisely the scene that Im was anticipating.

In the depths of Pangaea Castle in the distance, Im's gaze was still cold, and she watched the increasing number of rebels in the mirror, a contemptuous smile rising on her lips.

"Very good,"

she said softly,

"The rats have finally all come."