"It's a disaster, it's a disaster, Big Mom Pirates is calling!"
Yulo Peninsula On the observation tower on the coastline, the fingers of the observer's hand were shaking as he put down the telescope.
He shouted into the Den Den Mushi microphone and sounded the alarm.
The siren sounded from the top of the tower, and panic spread like a plague along the trajectory of the siren, seeping inch by inch from the coastline into the interior of the island.
At this time, on the sea in front of the coastline, twenty pirate ships were approaching in a loose formation through the waves.
The leading flagship had the deepest draft, and the water split by the bow rolled up into two white waves on both sides of the ship. The pirate flag on the main mast depicts a skull wearing a top hat, a collar decorated with fluff, and lipstick on its lips.
Nineteen ships followed closely behind, with masts high and low, and sails of different types, old and new, like a pack of wolves that had been put together temporarily.
Eternal Financial Group headquarters, private training ground.
Baccarat and Robin were taking a steady stance, with their legs slightly bent, their center of gravity lowered, and their backs straight.
Lucas walked around them.
"The core of Hasshoken is under the foot. The bottom plate must be stable.
While instilling the concept of Hasshoken into them, he corrected their postures.
Baccarat adjusted his posture according to the strength of that hand, turned around and gave him a charming look.
Robin, who was also touched on the side, still had that stern expression on his face, and a small patch of light pink spread quietly at the base of his ears.
Lucas doesn't know Hasshoken's orthodox training methods, and he himself didn't learn them through formal channels.
This training method was derived from his own way of exerting force.
According to his idea, this method can not only teach them Hasshoken, but also help them better control the basic power that skyrocketed after Lineage Factor Optimization.
Just when he was about to demonstrate Hasshoken to them, his ears suddenly moved. In the slightly puzzled eyes of the two women, he did not explain anything, grabbed the Dracule on the knife rest, and left the training ground.
Robin and Baccarat looked at each other, each walked to the training equipment area and started basic exercises. The dull sound of the collision of iron pieces echoed in the training ground again.
Rumble!
On the coastline, under the command of Daz·Daz Bones, the gunners of the Coast Patrol cautiously moved the fuse close to the fire door. Each shell fired was accompanied by a violent tremor on the gunner's shoulder.
The Yulo Peninsula beneath our feet has been monopolized by Eternal Financial Group, which has prevented the intrusion of external forces to the greatest extent, but the side effects are also obvious. The coast patrol team, which is affiliated with the security department of Conglomerate, bumped into the famous pirate group of New World in their first actual combat, and they were inevitably frightened.
Faced with these cannonballs that had lost their quality due to psychological pressure, the pirates on the deck didn't even think about intercepting them and just let the cannonballs fall into the sea.
In order for artillery shells to pose a threat to the enemy, the prerequisite is that they are accurate. If they cannot hit accurately, let alone their power.
The results of the first round of bombardment were not ideal, so Daz·Daz Bones closed the bombardment coordinate manual with a blank expression.
He immediately ordered his men to stop shooting and prepare for close combat.
The patrol members put down the cannonballs and picked up the swords and spears beside them. The cold sweat from their palms made the hemp rope wrapped around the handle wet and slippery.
"Hahaha! I didn't expect to meet a group of new people who have never been on the battlefield during this mission!"
"It's so easy! I've got one hundred thousand Beli!"
Seeing the performance of these people on the shore, except for the flagship, the decks of the other nineteen pirate ships burst into deafening laughter almost simultaneously.
There are nineteen ships in this fleet, all of which belong to the small temporarily hired pirate group - Du Feld. They are offered a high price of 100,000 Beli per person after the task is completed. There are nearly two thousand people, filling the nineteen ships.
"What are you doing? You have to ask the family to take action against an enemy of this level?"
On the flagship deck, a slender man was looking behind him coldly with his kohl-lined eyes.
His pointed face was covered with an exquisite layer of heavy makeup. His long nose and tongue hanging down to his chest made his facial contours oscillate between human and non-human. His long dark blue hair was dotted with light blue spots.
Du Feld was cut half an inch shorter by his glance. He cursed Lucas and his group of unsatisfactory men over and over in his mind, and a humble smile that had been repeatedly polished by decades of debt collection career appeared on his face.
"Master Perospero, these are just that man's subordinates. That man's strength is unfathomable, and he will never let you go in vain."
He wiped his forehead with a squarely folded handkerchief, which was soon soaked with sweat.
"Hehehe, I hope so, I don't want to waste time on the weak."
The man named Perospero snorted coldly and turned to look at the three silent brothers beside him.
"Counter, Cadenza, Cabalette, you will take the lead later. Let's fight quickly."
"Yes, brother Perospero. Don't worry, this kind of opponent won't take long."
The three brothers answered in unison, their voices overlapping. They were three of the Charlotte Family quintuplets. Each of them was strong and good at Armament Haki Hardening and close combat. The muscles on their arms bulged like hills when they crossed their chests.
Each of the three brothers had a look that was so relaxed that it was almost boring, and they didn't take the enemy they were about to face seriously at all.
There is an unwritten chain of contempt in this sea: New World looks down on Paradise, and Paradise looks down on Four Blues.
How can they, who come from New World, think so highly of the "little bastards" of Four Blues?
After giving instructions, Perospero turned around and started chatting with Du Feld.
There is a well-known secret within the Charlotte Family. The eldest son of the family is a complete talker.
Du Feld listened respectfully, nodding in agreement from time to time.
Accompanied by Perospero's chattering words, the fleet passed the last section of the sea and anchored less than ten meters from the coastline.
After being driven over by Lafitte to do ideological work, the fear on the faces of the patrol team on the shore had disappeared, replaced by a burning passion ignited by huge benefits.
The pirates picked up their weapons, swarmed to the side of the ship, and jumped from the deck to the shore. For them, this distance was just a threshold.
Just when the two sides were about to collide, and the bloody smell of hand-to-hand combat was about to lick the beach, a dense sound of breaking through the air came from far away, as if something was tearing apart the air layer by layer at an extremely fast speed.
Everyone subconsciously raised their heads.
Lucas fanned the pair of Bloody Bat Wings and suspended them in mid-air. He waved Dracule continuously, and Flying Slash, which were hundreds of meters apart, separated from the blade. Like a flock of eagles struck down by thunder, they rushed towards the pirate fleet.
Boo Boo Boo Boo Boo--
Before the slash could land, a violent momentum burst out from his body.
Conqueror's Haki spread out with him as the center, and the entire fleet was enveloped by this force.
The Charlotte Family members on the flagship gritted their teeth and endured the pressure. On the other nineteen ships, the pirates who were still charging on the side of the ship rolled their eyes one by one, foamed at the mouth, and fell down on the deck. Their weapons slipped from their hands and rolled into the sea along the sloping deck.
The slashing rain fell without any prior blocking.
The unconscious bodies strewn across the deck were accurately sliced by Flying Slash.
The unlucky ones were chopped into two pieces on the spot, while the luckier ones were wrapped in collapsed masts and torn canvas and fell into the sea.
One by one, the nineteen pirate ships were cut open longitudinally, and the sound of the hull breaking was dull and crisp, as if a whole baguette was cut through the middle with a table knife.
The hull of the boat slowly tipped to both sides, and the water splashed onto the shore, soaking the patrol team members' clothes that were already soaked in cold sweat.
TO BE CONTINUED