The main reason it's considered special is due to the country's terrain.
Excluding the solitary island of Greenbit to the north, the country named "Dressrosa" is surrounded by massive rocky layers along its entire coastline.
It's like a naturally existing fortress.
On a military level, it's extremely easy to defend but hard to attack.
Unless equipped with unrestricted firepower on par with a Buster Call, the cannon attacks from warships can hardly pose a direct threat to the core areas of the town.
An invasion and landing operation is necessary.
"You've all seen it, haven't you?"
Veteran Vice Admiral Doberman from Headquarters put down his monocular, his eyebrows furrowed.
"It's that guy."
He snorted coldly, "No wonder the fleet has surrounded it for so many days, yet Dressrosa shows no sign of surrendering. 'Tyrant' Bartholomew Kuma... He is indeed still here."
Kuma.
In the past two years, aside from that monster Shano, this name has been one of the most troublesome for Headquarters.
After the one-man revolution incident in the South Sea, his bounty had already reached 290 million Belly.
And after he rejected the invitation of the Seven Warlords of the Sea and single-handedly orchestrated the Dressrosa incident, this figure has more than doubled.
Now the bounty is exactly 600 million Belly!
With such a level of Great Pirate, even if Doberman considers himself to be among the top in strength as a Vice Admiral from Headquarters, he isn't confident in taking him down.
He would have to leave it to—
Doberman turned his head, directing his gaze towards that tall, graceful figure.
"Tsk, why are you looking at me? I barely started my vacation, and now I'm called here to deal with such a troublesome guy. It's really irritating."
The Admiral Candidate, nicknamed "Momousagi" Gion, leaned listlessly against the railing, resting one chin in her hand while gently tapping the hilt of her famous sword, "Konpira," with the other.
Her lazy eyes swept over the distant gigantic rocks and locked onto the burly figure visible from afar, a mocking curve forming at the corner of her mouth.
"Clearly it's that bastard Doflamingo who made this mess, and now we have to clean up after him... Those smelly old men at the World Government sure have a knack for knowing when to boss people around."
Smelly old men?
Doberman's brows furrowed tighter: "Vice Admiral Gion, watch your language."
"Oh, Doberman, don't be so serious~"
Momousagi waved her hand indifferently, "Anyway, there's no one else here, why can't I complain a bit? Besides, this kind of opportunistic tactic shouldn't be something the Navy should be doing, right?"
"No matter what, King Liku is still the legitimate royal family, and now, notorious pirates are helping defend the nation, while we are inadvertently becoming accomplices to such tyranny."
"Really dull, unbearably dull—"
"..."
Doberman remained silent for a moment and then said coldly:
"It's an order from above. Vice Admiral, you are the highest commander of this operation. A war could break out at any moment, so please adjust your attitude."
"An order?"
Momousagi sneered, wanting to say something but eventually just pouting.
"Yes, order, order… Soldiers are duty-bound to obey orders, right? So even if I'm not happy about it, I have to bite the bullet and head out this time."
She yawned and turned towards the cabin.
"Alright, alright, since it has to be done... then according to the plan, let's make it a quick battle."
Watching her back, Doberman spoke displeasedly:
"Vice Admiral Gion, where are you going?"
"Taking a nap~"
Momousagi waved her hand without turning back, her voice languid.
"Anyway, it's still midday, and there are more than ten hours before the deadline, call me when midnight approaches—Oh, and if Kuma attacks earlier, make sure to wake me."
And just at that moment—
The sky suddenly brightened with blinding golden light, and a lazy voice came from the clouds:
"More than ten hours? It seems... waiting that long might not be necessary."
The golden light gathered, forming a tall and lean figure, which lightly landed on the deck.
Kizaru, wearing amber-tinted sunglasses, with hands in his pockets, slowly looked up towards the giant rock and grinned:
"That little brat hasn't arrived yet... It seems my movement was quite timely."
"Grand Admiral Borsalino!" Doberman's expression turned solemn and he immediately saluted.
Originally about to enter the cabin, Momousagi paused in her steps, turned around, and slightly furrowed her brows:
"Hey hey, Borsalino, why are you here? Wasn't it agreed that I'd take full responsibility for this operation?"
"Things have changed a bit."
Kizaru spread his hands, smilingly saying: "Initially, dealing with a mere Dressrosa didn't really require me to step in, but unfortunately, the intelligence department suddenly sent a piece of intriguing news today that can't be ignored..."
"What news?"
"Shano made a move."
Kizaru said leisurely, "This World's No.1 Sword Master is currently receiving treatment almost close to the Four Emperors, you all know that, right? The surveillance ship responsible for observing his movements finally discovered today that he altered his course, swiftly returning, and judging by the direction, his target is the island we're facing now."
"Shano?!"
As soon as this name was mentioned, the deck instantly fell silent.
Including Doberman, several Navy Headquarters Vice Admirals' faces changed, exchanging glances with beads of sweat dropping from their foreheads.
No wonder Grand Admiral Kizaru personally set out, dealing with a country attempting betrayal, how could it involve this guy?
Only Momousagi's eyes lit up, instinctively reaching to hold the Konpira at her waist.
"Oh oh oh!!" She exclaimed with excitement, "Then I can ignore those Dressrosa guys, right? I'm more interested in this man!"
"No, you can't."
Kizaru waved a finger back and forth, "That guy is of course my opponent, but Gion won't let your sword get bored, your task is to stop the skilled female Sword Master under Shano's command."
"Kuina?"
Momousagi slightly frowned, pondering for a moment, "Not quite as good as Shano... But also a decent opponent, alright, I reluctantly accept it. But Borsalino, who will deal with that Tyrant Bear?"
Doberman?
That might be a bit inadequate...
"You don't need to worry about that."
Kizaru looked up, smilingly at the direction he flew from, "I brought an ally over... But this ally is quite proud, insists on flying by themselves, but as expected, lightning is ultimately not as fast as light, clearly slower by a large margin..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sky suddenly became overcast, with lightning flickering!
Boom——!
A thick ghostly blue lightning column descended from the sky, heavily striking the deck, frightening the surrounding Marines into a hurried retreat.
Crackling, the deck was struck with charred cracks, and after the electric light dissipated, a tall man with extraordinarily long earlobes appeared before everyone.
He was bare-chested, hovering a few meters above the ground, surrounded by a circle of Thunder Drums on his back, holding a golden staff, he looked down on everyone with a proud and cold gaze.
"Mortals, are you the ones summoning the gods and seeking divine assistance?"
Enel rubbed his ear, speaking lazily with blatant impatience.
Doberman's face turned ashen; he had already heard that this newly recruited Seven Warlords of the Sea by Great Admiral Aokiji was dropped from the sky and seemed a bit out of touch.
But opening his mouth with such nonsense still makes people...
He was about to make some cold sarcastic remarks, but before he spoke, Kizaru smilingly gestured:
"Hey~? What are you trying to do? Mind your attitude, this is an important ally of ours, Mr. Enel, look above, there's a tricky character called Bartholomew Kuma among the rebels of Dressrosa, we're counting on you to take care of him."
"Hmph, didn't I already say to call me God?"
Enel looked displeased at Kizaru.
But eventually, he slightly closed his eyes, his nostrils flaring slightly, Observation Haki instantly covering the whole island, precisely locking onto Kuma.
"The aura is indeed strong, completely on a different level from the other guys on this island."
He had just curved his lips into a smile, then suddenly tightened his expression:
"No, no! Many powerful auras are approaching here, among them, the most dreadful one reaches a level that even we gods should look up to..."
Hmm?
Is there? Why didn't I feel anything?
Kizaru glanced at him curiously, but in the next moment, his expression changed, turning to a certain direction—
Seeing a familiar ship in the distance, spewing flames from its back, rapidly advancing almost as if flying over the sea, Kizaru's pupils dilated.