I Will End This War

Yadis Kingdom.

Border waters.

The sky was overcast, and a fierce gale roared across the sea, whipping up towering waves.

On the border line, Tens of thousands of Yadis Kingdom soldiers gripped their swords and spears, forming a loose, disorganized battle line. With terrified eyes and pale faces, they watched the massive ships continuously appearing on the distant horizon, their hands trembling uncontrollably as they clutched their weapons.

One, Two, Three, ...

Ship after ship, resembling military fortresses, advanced across the stormy, wave-tossed sea as if it were flat land, bearing down on the Yadis Kingdom with an aura of iron and blood.

Flags emblazoned with the number "66" fluttered above every warship.

The main structures of the warships were made of rock and metal, dragged forward by giant snails.

The lead flagship was unimaginably massive, the size of a small town, with the proud and murderous "Cross Falcon" flag hanging from the spire of its towering main keep.

Saint Germain!

This was the flagship of the "Army of Evil," Germa 66!

"Damn it!! Has the Navy arrived yet!?"

King Yadis III was a stout, middle-aged man with a handlebar mustache, wearing a golden crown and opulent robes that strained against the folds of his fat.

Watching the Germa 66 army surge forward like a torrent of steel, a dark cloud pressing down upon his borders, he broke out in a cold sweat of anxiety.

Vinsmoke Judge, that madman, had actually threatened to take his head and demanded that the Yadis Kingdom surrender its king; otherwise, he would lead the "Army of Evil" to raze the entire Yadis Kingdom to the ground.

Seeing the furtive glances the soldiers around him were casting his way, Yadis III felt like an ant on a hot pan.

"Your Majesty, I have already notified Lord Darren. The Branch 321 forces have been mobilized and will arrive at any moment."

Tyrrell, the Governor-General of the Yadis Kingdom, replied respectfully.

He was a handsome man, appearing to be in his early thirties, with a touch of effeminacy in his brow and a faint scent emanating from his luxurious formal attire.

Hearing the words of his administrative chief, Yadis III felt a slight relief, though his face remained etched with trepidation.

The Germa Kingdom had existed in the North Blue for 300 years, possessing a formidable army that struck fear into the hearts of all. They worshipped martial strength above all else; the vast majority of their population were adult males, and every citizen was a battle-hardened soldier.

Against such overwhelming military might, even though his own army held a numerical advantage, he estimated that if a real fight broke out, they would completely collapse in less than ten minutes.

Aboard the Saint Germain.

A tall, burly figure with golden hair stood at the prow like an iron tower.

He wore a metal helmet, his long golden hair resembling a lion's mane, his expression stern.

He sported a black mustache that pointed diagonally upward, with a small tuft of hair on his protruding chin.

Draped in an orange cape, he wore light gray combat armor marked with the Germa "66" emblem and black combat boots, gripping a silver-white metal spear in his hand.

Vinsmoke Judge, head of the Vinsmoke family, commander of Germa 66, and the current King of the Germa Kingdom!

"What a bunch of spineless cowards... That such a weak country has been able to exist in the North Blue for so long is a disgrace to these seas!"

Vinsmoke Judge stared coldly at the army on the distant coastline, a haughty sneer curling his lips.

"My Lord, are we certain we wish to proceed? The new North Blue Admiral from the Navy..."

A man in a butler's tailcoat stood respectfully behind Vinsmoke Judge, asking with extreme caution.

"Hmm?"

Vinsmoke Judge raised an eyebrow.

The butler's pupils constricted.

Squelch!

Blood sprayed into the air as a sharp spear pierced his heart.

Drip, drop...

Bright red blood gushed out, and the light in the butler's eyes faded rapidly.

He looked at his master in utter disbelief, his body collapsing powerlessly to the deck.

"The North Blue Admiral? He is nothing more than a mere Colonel from Navy Headquarters... What right does he have to send a letter to warn This Seat?"

Vinsmoke Judge looked at his subordinate with cold, ruthless eyes.

"The glory and hegemony of Germa cannot be stopped by anyone!"

With that, he yanked the spear out and gave it a flick, splattering a line of blood across the deck.

He did not spare another glance at the subordinate who had slowly collapsed and lost his life behind him.

Germa has no need for cowardly or weak soldiers.

As for the letter sent by that so-called North Blue Admiral named Darren, he had long since tossed it straight into the trash.

A thought flashed through the mind of Vinsmoke Judge as he looked around his surroundings.

On ship after ship of the Germa 66 fleet, dense crowds of figures stood at attention.

With knotted muscles and towering frames, every soldier wore dark goggles, their expressions dull and indifferent.

Even though they were on the verge of war, there was not the slightest emotional fluctuation on the faces of these soldiers.

Clone Soldiers.

Vinsmoke Judge looked at this batch of his "loyal" subordinates and smiled with satisfaction.

His collaboration with Vegapunk had granted him access to a portion of the Lineage Factor technology.

By modifying the Lineage Factor of infants, he had mastered cloning technology, using it to create Clone Soldiers for Germa 66.

The Clone Soldiers possessed powerful physiques and absolute obedience to orders; the very concept of "fearless of death, never to betray" had been hardcoded into their bloodlines.

In the eyes of Vinsmoke Judge, this was the most excellent and powerful army in the world!

The mere Navy would be utterly vulnerable before his war machine, an army that knew neither pain nor fear of death!

The most important point was that with his current technology, it only took five years to produce a twenty-year-old soldier.

In other words, as long as he had sufficient funds, he could replicate soldiers indefinitely, creating the largest army in the world!

Once he conquered the four nations of the North Blue, including Yadis, and seized the entire North Blue in one fell swoop, he could leverage the resources of the whole region to make his army size infinite—dominating the world would be a trivial matter!

Thinking this, Vinsmoke Judge sneered and raised his hand, signaling with a gesture.

Following his movement, the previously scattered formation of warships adjusted rapidly.

Driven by giant snails, dozens of warships methodically and swiftly closed in, linking together.

Under the terrified and shocked gazes of the tens of thousands of soldiers of the Yadis Kingdom, the dozens of scattered Germa 66 warships actually combined into a single, massive behemoth floating upon the sea!!

A towering military fortress, massive black cannon barrels, and an army of over ten thousand Clone Soldiers gripping blades and guns—viewed from afar, the entire Germa 66 fleet had transformed into a war beast armed to the teeth, exuding a fierce and terrifying aura.

This... is the Germa Kingdom!!

"For the glory of Germa!! Conquer the North Blue!!"

Vinsmoke Judge grinned hideously, raised the spear in his hand, and shouted aloud.

As his voice fell, the ten thousand Clone Soldiers raised their weapons in perfect unison, their voices shaking the heavens and the earth.

"For the glory of Germa!! Conquer the North Blue!!"

The deafening roar seemed to manifest into a tangible sound wave, rolling out toward the Yadis Kingdom army on the coast.

That overwhelming murderous intent was enough to make them suffocate; many young soldiers collapsed to the ground, their weapons clattering as they fell from their hands.

Yadis III himself trembled so violently that he had to rely on the support of several ministers nearby just to remain standing.

"It's over... it's all over..."

He muttered, his face deathly pale.

On the Saint Germain, seeing the Yadis Kingdom army in such a pathetic state, Vinsmoke Judge laughed wildly.

"Kneel and submit!!"

"Germa... is the true hegemon of the North Blue!!"

He held his metal spear high, blue electricity flickering and crackling along its length.

Following his movement, the entire stern and blood-iron military fortress of the Germa Kingdom surged forward at full speed, crushing toward the coastline.

Its massive scale and volume kicked up surging waves several meters high on the sea surface.

Vinsmoke Judge took a deep breath and grinned hideously:

"All units prepare... attack—"

Before he could finish his sentence, a pitch-black cannonball suddenly descended from the sky, crashing heavily right beside him.

Vinsmoke Judge's pupils constricted.

BOOM!!!

A violent explosion erupted instantly, sending rolling flames and thick, pitch-black smoke billowing outward.

The sudden turn of events caused the army of Clone Soldiers, who had been preparing to charge, to freeze in unison.

On the coastline, The nobles and troops of the Yadis Kingdom were also stunned on the spot, staring at the scene with blank, bewildered expressions.

"Damn it!! Who the hell is it!?"

As the gale dispersed the smoke, Vinsmoke Judge crawled out of a deep crater amidst the flames, his face covered in soot as he roared through gritted teeth.

As if sensing something, he turned his head to look in a certain direction.

At the same time, the ministers and soldiers of the Yadis Kingdom also looked toward that position.

There, amidst the howling winds and churning waves, A massive warship slowly emerged.

High upon the towering mast, the black characters for "Justice" were written in a bold, sweeping script.

A tall, imposing young figure stood at the prow of the warship, his wide white cape fluttering and snapping violently in the gale.

"It's Darren!!"

"The Navy is here!! We're saved!!"

Yadis III burst into tears of joy, his face flushed with excitement.

In contrast, Vinsmoke Judge's expression turned deathly pale.

Under the gaze of tens of thousands from both the Yadis Kingdom and the Germa Kingdom, The warship sailed into the waters between the two opposing sides at a steady, rapid pace.

Like an impassable chasm, it cut the armies of the two nations apart.

In an instant, the atmosphere over the sea became deathly silent and tense.

Everyone involuntarily shifted their gaze toward the figure standing at the prow of the warship.

Short black hair, sword-like brows, and sharp, starry eyes; his features were deep and cold.

The Navy Captain's lips slowly curled into a smile.

He raised his head, His gaze arrogant, Looking at Vinsmoke Judge, whose face had turned incredibly ugly in the distance.

"In the name of Justice..."

His voice echoed across the vast, open sea.

"--I have come to end this war."