the rear queue also raised their muskets.They all held their breath in anticipation.His gaze was locked onto a target... it was Darren in the center of the schoolyard!!"Hey hey hey...are you kidding...The Kingdom of Adis.

Border waters.

The sky was overcast, and the sea surface was lashed by furious winds, churning up huge waves.

On the border line,

Tens of thousands of soldiers from the kingdom of Yadies, wielding swords and spears, formed a loose battle line. Their eyes were filled with terror, their faces pale as they watched the massive ships appearing endlessly on the distant sea. The hands gripping their weapons trembled uncontrollably.

A ship,

Two ships,

Three ships.

……

One warship after another, like ironclad fortresses, sailed across the turbulent waves with unwavering steadiness, their aura of steel bearing down on the Kingdom of Yadis.

Flags bearing the inscription "66" were hung above each warship.

The battleship's hull was made of rock and metal, hauled forward by giant snails.

The flagship at the head was enormous, practically the size of a small town. On the high peak of its massive citadel tower flew the proud and menacing banner of "The Cross Falcon."

S.S. Saint German!

This is the main warship of Germa 66, the "Evil Army"!

"Damn it!! Is the Navy here yet!"

King Adis III was a plump middle-aged man with a golden crown and an eight-character mustache, wearing luxurious clothes that stretched the noble attire into wrinkles.

At this moment, he was looking at the vast Germa 66 army surging towards him like a steel flood on the sea surface, as menacing as an oppressive cloud. He was so anxious that beads of sweat were forming on his forehead.

Vincent Smoque, that madman, dared to threaten he would cut off his own head and demand the kingdom of Adis surrender him. Otherwise, he swore on his life that he would lead his "Army of Evil" and raze the entire Kingdom of Adis to the ground.

Watching the soldiers around him sometimes glance at him with veiled looks, Jadys III was as agitated as an ant on a hot pot.

"Your Majesty, I have informed Lord Darren. The 321st branch has already mobilized and will arrive at any moment."

The Grand Duke Terrill, Governor of the Kingdom of Adith, replied respectfully.

He was a handsome man, looking to be in his early thirties. His eyes held a hint of melancholy, and an expensive suit gave off a faint fragrance.

Hearing the words of his own administrator, the frantic Adis III felt a slight ease in his heart, but his face was still full of anxiety.

The Germa Kingdom has stood on the North Sea for 300 years, boasting a fearsomely powerful army. They place extreme value on military strength, and the vast majority of their population are adult males, all trained to be valiant soldiers.

Facing such overwhelming military might, even though their army had a numerical advantage, it was estimated that they would completely collapse within ten minutes of actual combat.

……

On the Saint Germain.

A tall, imposing figure with golden hair stood at the bow of the ship like a tower.

Wearing a metallic helmet, with golden hair flowing like a lion's mane and a serious expression.

He had a sharply pointed black mustache that slanted upward, and a prominent chin adorned with a small goatee.

Wearing an orange cloak, a light gray combat uniform with Germa's "66" emblem, black boots, and holding a silver-white metal spear in his hand.

Vinsmoke Judge, the head of the Vinsmoke Family, the commander of Germa 66, and the current King of the Germa Kingdom!

"They are nothing but a bunch of drunkards and gluttons... Such a weak nation, actually managing to exist in the North Sea for so long, is simply a disgrace to the North Sea!"

Vincent Smoker glared coldly at the army on the distant coastline, a defiant smirk curling his lips.

"Master, are we sure about this The new Northern Sea Fleet commander at the Navy..."

A man in a butler's tailcoat stood respectfully behind Vincent Mocks Gazz, cautiously asking:

"Huh"

Vincent Smokes Gaither raised an eyebrow.

The butler's eyes widened.

Tut!

Fresh blood spurted, a sharp spear piercing his heart.

Tick-tock…

The crimson blood gushed out, and the gleam in the butler's eyes quickly faded.

He stared at his old master with disbelief, his body too weak to stand as he knelt on the ground.

"The Commander of the North Sea He's just a mere Naval Headquarters Colonel... What qualification does he have to send me a letter warning me"

Vincent Smoke gazed coldly at his subordinates.

"Jerma's brilliance and reign are unstoppable!"

Having said that, he suddenly drew his spear, shook it, and sent a streak of blood across the ground.

No longer did he glance back at the fallen, lifeless subordinates slowly collapsing behind him.

Geralt, a soldier does not need to be cowardly.

As for that letter supposedly sent by the so-called Northern Sea Fleet Admiral named Darren, he had already thrown it straight into the trash.

Vince Smoak gazed around, a thought flashing through his mind.

On the decks of each Jelma 66 warship, a multitude of figures stood shoulder to shoulder.

Muscular and tall, every soldier wore sunglasses and had a stoic and indifferent expression.

Even though they were about to face a war, these soldiers' faces showed no sign of emotional turmoil.

Copy soldiers.

Vincent Smoque Gatti smiled contentedly at his band of "loyal" subordinates.

His cooperation with Vegapunk gave him access to some of the Devil Fruit's technology.

Through modification of infant blood factors, he mastered cloning technology and used it to create cloned soldiers for Germa 66.

Clone troopers possess formidable physiques and absolute obedience to orders. Their bloodlines are further infused with the ideological tenets of "fearlessness in death" and "unwavering loyalty".

In Vince Smoak's eyes, this is the world's most elite and powerful army!

The pitiful little navy, in the face of this fearless and death-defying war machine, is utterly pathetic!

The most important point is that, with the current technology we possess, it would take only 5 years to create a 20-year-old soldier.

That means that, as long as there is enough funding, one could infinitely replicate soldiers, creating the world's largest army!

As long as he conquers the four northern countries, including Yadies, and then seizes control of the entire North Sea, leveraging the resources of the whole region, his army size will be limitless, and even dominating the world would be within reach!

Thus thinking, Vincent Smoke Garci chuckled and raised his hand, making a gesture.

With his movements, the originally scattered battleship formation swiftly adjusted.

Driven by the giant snail,

Dozens of warships approached in an orderly and rapid fashion, their hulls touching.

In the Kingdom of Yadis, tens of thousands of soldiers watched in terrified and awestruck silence.

Germa 66's dozens of originally dispersed warships had actually combined into one gigantic behemoth floating on the sea surface!!

The majestic military fortress,

A massive black cannon barrel,

And there are tens of thousands of soldiers, armed with swords and guns, densely packed cloned armies.

From afar,

The entire Germa 66 fleet has become a heavily armed, ferocious and terrifying war beast.

This... is the Kingdom of Germa!!

For the glory of Germa!! Hegemony over the North Sea!!

Vince Smog, a ferocious grin spreading across his face, raised the spear in his hand and roared.

As soon as his words left his mouth,

Tens of thousands of clone troopers marched in perfect unison, their weapons raised high, a deafening roar echoing across the battlefield.

For the glory of Jerma!! Conquer the North Sea!!

A thunderous roar, as if tangible waves of sound, swept across the coast towards the armies of King Aedis' kingdom.

That wave of overwhelming killing intent nearly suffocated them, and even some young soldiers collapsed directly to the ground, their weapons clattering to the floor.

Even King Aedis the Third was so terrified that he trembled throughout his body and needed the support of several ministers to stand.

“It’s over... It’s all over…”

His face was pale as he muttered.

On the Saint Germain,

Seeing the army of the Ades Kingdom was so pathetic, Ven Smog Gatch laughed wildly.

"Kneel and submit!"

"Jerma... is the true ruler of the North Sea!!"

He raised the metal spear in his hand, and flickering blue electricity crackled along its length.

With his movement, the entire Germa Kingdom, a heavily fortified military stronghold, began to move at full speed towards the coastline.

Its massive size and volume created towering waves that surged several meters high on the sea surface.

Vince Smoak took a deep breath and grinned savagely.

"All units, prepare... Attack!"

Before he could finish his words, a jet-black shell suddenly plummeted from the sky and crashed heavily beside him.

Vincent Smoak's pupils constricted.

Boom!!!

A violent explosion suddenly rose, with billowing flames and thick black smoke spreading outwards.

The sudden change made the clone army, who had been preparing to charge, freeze in unison.

On the coast,

Even the nobles and soldiers of the Yadish Kingdom were stunned, staring dumbfounded at the scene.

"Damn it!! Who the hell is it!"

The howling wind scattered the smoke, and in a sea of flames, the grimy figure of Vince Smoak Gatch clambered out of a deep pit, snarling through gritted teeth.

As if sensing something, he turned his head and looked in a certain direction.

Meanwhile, the ministers and soldiers of King Yadies also looked in that direction.

Only the howling wind and surging waves could be seen on the surface of the sea.

A massive warship emerged slowly.

On the tall mast, the black characters "Justice" writhe and soar like dragons and phoenixes.

A tall and imposing young figure stood at the bow of the warship. A large white cloak billowed behind him in the wind, whispering ominously.

"It's Darren!!"

"The Navy is here!! We are saved!!"

Aethios III was overjoyed, tears welling in his eyes. He blushed furiously with excitement.

In contrast, Vince Smoak-Gargiulo's face was ashen.

Under the gaze of tens of thousands in the Kingdom of Yadies and the Kingdom of Jerma,

The warship entered the standoff at sea with a steady and rapid pace.

Like an impassable chasm, it separated the armies of the two countries.

Suddenly, the atmosphere on the sea surface became deathly still and tense.

Everyone involuntarily turned their gaze to the figure at the bow of the warship.

Short black hair, sword-like eyebrows and piercing eyes, with deep-set features that are both profound and cold.

The naval captain's lips gradually curved into a smile.

,

With a defiant gaze,

Looking out at Smoker's face, which had turned the palest shade of white.

In the name of justice...

His voice echoed across the vast expanse of the sea.

"— I will end this war."

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