Six days later.
North Blue, Wilbelmuz Island.
This island had once been famous for its warm climate and long summers, consistently ranking among the most livable islands in the entire North Blue. But that was all in the past.
Not long ago, the newspapers had extensively reported on a group of vicious bandits calling themselves the "Nagrus Pirates." Relying on their overwhelming numbers and force, they had seized the northern part of the island with lightning speed and established the "Kingdom of Naglus" in the name of their pirate crew.
Naturally, they had ambitiously attempted to push south and unify the entire island. However, the southern residents' stubborn resistance had exceeded their expectations, and the two sides had fallen into a stalemate.
Under normal circumstances, this tug-of-war might have continued for some time.
But on this vast sea, unforeseen storms and sudden misfortunes were the eternal norm.
At night, cold moonlight mercilessly spilled across the glittering sea, casting an air of grim desolation.
On the distant horizon, a group of enormous snails advanced straight toward Wilbelmuz Island beneath the cover of moonlight.
Each snail bore a castle-like structure on its back. Connected together, they looked at first glance as though an entire kingdom were silently moving across the sea.
At the bow of the leading giant snail ship, Vinsmoke Judge wore Germa's exclusive Raid Suit. His expression was as hard as iron as he watched the island's outline gradually sharpen before him.
"Attack. Give those pirates who don't know their place a greeting."
At Judge's command, countless expressionless clone soldiers in identical uniforms moved at once. In perfect unison, they raised the oddly shaped Ray Guns in their hands, aimed at the areas in the north where the pirates had gathered, and calmly pulled the triggers.
Bzzz—!
Countless dazzling azure