Standing beside Garen at the front lines, Judge still felt as though none of this was real:
It had taken only a single exchange. The enemy had not even had a chance to fight back before several thousand troops were utterly annihilated.
Broken bricks, rubble, scorched earth, and cracked ground lay everywhere, with scarcely a trace of life remaining.
This modern style of warfare—heavy firepower saturation and carpet bombing—felt like a gateway to the New World for Judge, whose understanding of tactics was still stuck at firing squads and close-quarters boarding combat.
Faced with this map-clearing method of attack, he suddenly felt that there was not much point in developing such technologically advanced clone soldiers.
With that effort, he might as well manufacture flying airships like Garen, develop high-altitude bombs, and bomb wherever he went, utterly destroying the enemy's living forces before the ground troops even came into contact.
The more Judge thought about it, the more absorbed he became. He had already independently grasped the importance of air superiority in future warfare.
"The Vinsmoke Family?"
While he stood there in a daze, Jack had already turned the flames of his fury toward Judge beside Garen.
"You're here too?"
"Could it be that Germa 66 intends to become enemies with the Beasts Pirates as well?!"
Judge immediately came to his senses, his expression turning somewhat grave.
Jack's question was exactly what Judge had been worried about.
He had only come to completely destroy the Donquixote Family, lest his own core technology, "stolen by Doflamingo," leak out. He had no desire to thoroughly provoke the Beasts Pirates because of this.
"No!"
Judge lowered his voice, doing his best to separate the two matters.
"We of Germa 66 came here only to settle our grudge with the Donquixote Family. We do not