Little Abel, bearing black wings, spiraled down from midair.
Yet just as he was about to land on the deck of the Dawn warship, his tightly shut eyes suddenly flew open, and the aura emanating from his body surged.
Under the watchful eyes of the New Marines, Little Abel's drooping wings suddenly beat. He immediately halted his descent and hovered five or six meters above the warship.
"This appearance really does look like Abel."
"What exactly is going on?"
"A clone made by Dr. Vegapunk? A Pacifista?"
Tsugikuni Yoriichi raised his head to look at Little Abel in the air, his heart sinking as thoughts raced through his mind. In an instant, he had thought of that possibility, and a glint flashed in his eyes.
After hovering silently in the air for several seconds, Little Abel suddenly sheathed the longsword in his hand. Then he brought his hands together before swiftly spreading them toward the warship. Blinding golden light abruptly flared from his palms.
"What is that?!"
"It's glowing?"
The New Marines on deck had no idea what they were seeing. They had never witnessed an attack like this before, but these young Marines could sense an overwhelming threat from Little Abel's movements. When golden light gathered in his palms, everyone aboard felt immense pressure.
It was as though some indescribable danger was closing in on them.
But the moment Tsugikuni Yoriichi saw this, he understood what the other party was about to do.
That golden light—
It was a laser!
The same laser ability as Borsalino's.
"Ju—"
The next instant, Little Abel's attack proved Tsugikuni Yoriichi's suspicions correct.
A shrill screech tore through the sky as a laser as thick as an adult's arm shot from Little Abel's palm and flew straight toward the warship.
The attack arrived in