Scientific Defense Warrior God Was Not Necessarily a Scientist

[Live on, little Amphi...]

[Amphi, promise Mom that even after I'm gone, you'll keep living well...]

Amphitrite was the name of this Lunarian woman—or, more accurately, girl.

At this moment, she recalled her parents' final words.

Although the Lunarian Tribe possessed racial gifts frightening enough to be called terrifying, abilities that many people could never attain even in a lifetime from the moment they were born.

They were not living well in this era.

The Lunarians had once been legends of the Red Line, residents of the Land of Gods. Now, they were targets hunted by the World Government, a hunt that had continued for centuries.

Unlike races such as the Davy Tribe or the Buccaneer Tribe, whose appearances were not significantly different and who could hide relatively easily, the Lunarian Tribe's physical traits were far too obvious. They were now on the brink of extinction.

From the moment they were born, Lunarians had to learn how to run and how to fight.

She had kept running before for precisely this reason. Killing a few CP9 agents meant nothing; to the World Government, they were merely expendable resources that could be replaced at any time. Wasting time would only draw more pursuers.

Thus, Amphitrite's goal had always been to run and survive. Those simple three words were the only request her parents had ever made of her.

Only when Amphitrite realized that this time, there was no way out, did she begin fighting without holding anything back.

If she was attacked by a group, then she would lock onto one person and beat them to death. That was one fighting method she had learned.

For Lunarians, fighting many enemies alone was commonplace.

After killing Balo, the flames behind Amphitrite's back ignited once more. Although she had chosen to trade injuries for a kill just now, that did not mean she liked getting hit.

When preparing for battle, this defensive mode was still more useful.

Using almost the same fighting style, Amphitrite took down two more CP9 agents. Only two agents remained alive at the scene.

"I say, are we still taking her alive? If we don't go for the kill, I think she'll leave us all here..."

"Why do you think I haven't gone for the kill? That damned Lunarian talent—if she hadn't increased her speed to land a fatal blow and extinguished her flames herself... we probably wouldn't even have been able to injure her...

It's all because of the trouble that idiot Balo left behind!"

Long-range attacks continued to come from the sky to assist them, but even so, their prearranged plan had still cost them dearly.

But CP9 received good news. Their reinforcements had finally arrived, and even the ship carrying CP9's leader had appeared on the nearby sea.

Her stamina was dwindling, while the number of enemies kept increasing. For Amphitrite, the situation was gradually worsening.

Then, her vision suddenly went dark, and she nearly fell from the sky. Although she stabilized herself, she still felt dizzy and disoriented.

"What's going on..."

"Has it finally taken effect? This is an anesthetic that even dinosaurs can't withstand. Yet it took this long to affect you after such intense fighting. Your race's drug resistance is truly terrifying."

Seeing that her movements had begun to falter, CP9's leader finally used Geppo to reach the air and spoke smugly.

"Judging by your wound, one of my shuriken must have hit you. That was a drug developed by the esteemed Saint Saturn. You should consider it an honor."

CP9 commanders almost all had the authority to meet the Five Elders, and they did so quite often.

The Saint Saturn he spoke of was Jaygarcia Saturn, Saturn of the Five Elders, known by the World Government as the Scientific Defense Warrior God.

His exact scientific ability was unknown, but he often researched things like viruses and drugs. What he gave CP9 were merely things Saturn was testing in the field.

Things thrown by the Mato Mato no Mi were only guaranteed to hit in theory, not by causality. As long as something blocked them, the fruit's ability could be stopped.

Most of the weapons he had thrown earlier had been defended against by the Lunarian's racial talent. Only in that state just now had he successfully broken through Amphitrite's defenses and allowed the drug to enter her body.

"The last person who explained his ability like you... I already slaughtered."

Amphitrite pointed her blade at the CP9 commander before her. Had she known he possessed that kind of ability, she should have desperately killed him before breaking through the encirclement.

It was too late to say that now, but it did not stop her from intending to drag him down with her.

"Balo and that big mouth of his? Though he ruined my perfect plan, he was still my subordinate. I can't simply do nothing.

Once I catch you, you'll learn that death is merely mercy."

[Flame Phoenix: Meteor!]

Flames gathered at the tip of her blade, their power rising continuously as they piled up. As Amphitrite spread her wings and swung her sword downward, the flames trailing behind her resembled a meteor falling from the heavens.

But before her slash could fall, a sudden discomfort surged through her body. It felt as though something inside her had grabbed her arm, making her unable to swing her sword.

"Don't be so impatient. I haven't finished speaking yet. Once Saint Saturn's drug fully takes effect, it will only paralyze the body; your consciousness won't disappear. You'll still know exactly what is happening outside.

The higher-ups only want a living Lunarian. Nothing else matters."

As he spoke, the CP9 commander did not approach. Instead, he retreated a distance.

"The drug has taken effect! The rest of you, attack together and take her down!"

He had fought so desperately to climb upward, rising from a frontline agent to CP9's commander, not so that he could keep fighting on the front lines. Such risky work was better left to his subordinates.

Yet his subordinates, who had always obeyed him without question, did not move. They merely stared at their commander with terrified eyes.

"What's wrong with you? That drug doesn't spread through the air. Why do you look like you've been poisoned too?"

"B-Boss... y-you... b-behind... behind you..."

As though their tongues had twisted, the agents who had been flaunting their power moments ago could not even speak properly now. It was as though they had seen some unspeakable horror.

Only after a long while did they raise their hands and point behind the CP9 commander.

"..."

The CP9 commander had already realized that there had to be something behind him.

Without saying another word, he used Soru and Geppo at the same time, instantly flashing over a hundred meters away before looking toward where he had just been.

There was nothing there.

Though the space was clearly empty, his subordinates' expressions did not change. He shifted positions several times in succession and even looked behind himself during the process, yet he still found nothing.

"What the hell is going on?!"

"Yes, what exactly is going on? What are you looking for? What could a man who was just throwing his weight around in front of a little girl possibly be afraid of?"

An unfamiliar voice sounded beside his ear. Sharp nails, like blades, rested against his throat.

Though they were questions, they carried no doubt. There was only a threat of death.

Only then did the CP9 commander finally see who stood behind him.

The most dangerous wanted criminal recognized by Cipher Pol and the Marines.

Vampire—Nereus.

Bounty—3.9839 billion Beli.