If those martial arts fanatics who had devoted their lives to growing stronger suddenly discovered they were invincible beneath the heavens, a few sighs would be far from enough. They might feel psychologically hollow, fall into depression, or even lose the motivation to keep living.
Fortunately, although Mousse also pursued strength, he did so only because he lacked a sense of security in this world where great power rested with the individual. No matter how powerful it was, strength was merely a means for him to achieve his goals.
And Mousse's life goal was not something as technically undemanding as "conquering the world." He wanted to reshape the world into something he liked. Possessing incomparable power merely reduced the resistance; there was still plenty of work ahead!
Thus, Mousse quickly regained his usual calm and wise demeanor. He had Horace transform into a gunship and aim its main guns at the former Holy Land Mary Geoise, now reduced to ruins. "Fire according to my guidance. Keep firing until your stamina can no longer sustain it!"
"An eight-hundred-year-old monster and an Ancient Weapon cannot be underestimated! We have to kill them completely, grind them into dust, and make sure they can never return to this world!"
As always, Mousse tried to overestimate his enemies as much as possible, but this time he had gone further than ever. Im was probably already dead, and even if he—or she—were still alive, there was no way they could withstand such ferocious bombardment!
After all, the eight main guns of the warship Horace had transformed into with the Weapon-Weapon Fruit were not large in caliber, but each was a rapid-fire cannon capable of firing thirty rounds per minute. Since they were created by Devil Fruit abilities, there was no need to fear the barrels overheating.