Air raids had never been the Flying Pirates' exclusive specialty.
The Big Mom Pirates could launch air raids too.
Charlotte Linlin, the "Weather Queen," had created all kinds of White Cloud Homies and flying Homies capable of carrying out large-scale air raids.
As Linlin's eldest son, Typhon commanded a Homies Legion with members suited to all sorts of roles.
Besides, Typhon's Monster Paradise was home to countless wild birds. Thanks to the affinity his blood inspired, he could easily assemble an aerial force.
News of the war spread across Monster Paradise in no time.
Every pirate grew excited.
They had made quite a haul the last time they plundered the Trade Route.
As a paradise, the island had a thriving entertainment industry, and all kinds of factions maintained outposts there.
The monsters and monstrous people Typhon created with his power had drawn plenty of visitors to the island.
Some had also come to investigate his secrets.
But Typhon did not care. He held absolute sway over the island, and no one could defy his will.
Anyone in this "paradise" had to follow his rules.
Almost everyone was under his control.
Typhon was remarkably intelligent. Despite a certain amount of chaos, the island was run quite well.
At the very least, visiting travelers and merchant ships were not attacked without cause.
Those looking for a fight had the Monster Arena.
A person's wealth was finite. Pirates had to keep plundering or collecting protection money to support themselves.
After a spell of lavish spending, they had nearly exhausted their treasure.
The monstrous people, unlike the wild beasts, could hardly wait to fill their pockets again.
Typhon's Mutation Factor ran through their bodies, influencing their temperaments to some degree. They had grown more brutal, more eager to kill and fight.
That was exactly