The Strongest Lunarian in One Piece

"BOOM! BOOM!!!"

The deafening explosions echoed across the battlefield.

Ferocious winds raged, and surging shockwaves rippled through the air. The sea boiled, waves roared, and the once-calm ocean became a chaotic expanse.

A thunderbird, a fiery bird, and an azure dragon—alongside various other figures, large and small, albeit in a slightly disheveled state—finally made landfall on the island. There, they stood opposite El, Linlin, and their assembled forces in a tense standoff.

"ROAR!"

The azure dragon bellowed, then spat out a figure from its mouth.

"Swoosh…"

A man clad in a Justice cloak landed firmly on the ground.

"Swamp Space!"

With a low growl, his legs and the surrounding ground transformed into a black, viscous swamp. From the eerie depths of the swamp, a dozen formidable figures emerged one after another. Among them were CPO operatives, dressed sharply in suits and masks, as well as high-ranking naval officers wearing Justice cloaks.

Standing out prominently were "Buddha" Sengoku and "The Fist" Garp, two exceptional naval prodigies brought along for this operation.

"Finally out…"

"I was suffocating in there!"

"Tch! These bastards…"

As they observed El and the other prominent figures of the Fallen Angel Pirates, their gazes involuntarily shifted to the imposing giant squad standing menacingly behind them.

The eyes of both the CPO agents and naval officers narrowed, their expressions filled with disbelief.

"Tsuru—"

Sengoku and Garp's voices rang out as they recognized Tsuru standing among the Fallen Angel ranks. Once a celebrated figure of the Navy, she was now clearly allied with the pirates, standing as the Chief Strategist of the Totto Land Kingdom, a pirate nation.

"Sengoku, Garp, long time no see."

Tsuru's gaze, complex with mixed emotions, briefly rested on her former comrades before hardening with resolve. She spoke calmly:

"I apologize, but our paths diverge here. We fight for different sides. Do not hold back on my account."

"Tsuru... Have you truly forsaken justice?"

Sengoku's face contorted with conflicting emotions. His fists clenched tightly as he shouted:

"Even if you left the Navy, there was no need to join these pirates!"

"Enough, Vice Admiral Sengoku, Vice Admiral Garp!"

The voice of Fleet Admiral Hammons William cut through the air, sharp and commanding:

"Know your place! It's clear she has abandoned justice and fully embraced depravity!"

William's tone was firm, aiming to quell the influence Tsuru might have over Sengoku and Garp. He had initially resisted bringing the duo along. Yet somehow, they discovered the operation's details and insisted on joining—especially Garp, who outright threatened to resign if not allowed to participate.

William had reluctantly conceded, his frustration simmering.

"Enough of this useless chatter. She's just a traitor who no longer matters."

From above, the monstrous bird-form of Saint Mars glared down at El and his group, his voice cold and full of malice:

"None of you will escape this time."

Despite his prior preparations, Saint Mars couldn't help but feel slightly unnerved at the Fallen Angel Pirates' overwhelming lineup. Had they not come armed with meticulous plans and overwhelming firepower, he realized, this battle might have turned into another disastrous defeat.

"Fallen Angel El, you bastard!"

Saint Mars's eyes burned with anger as he spat venomous words:

"Not only did you assault Impel Down, but you also released those despicable, bloodthirsty criminals...!"

Hammons William clenched his fists tightly, glaring at Fallen Angel El with murderous intent. His sharp gaze swept over the restored forms of Lady Demon Irene and Cyril Oka, who had reverted from their hybrid forms. He recognized them immediately as former prisoners of Impel Down.

"Muaahahaha, do you recognize me, Fleet Admiral?"

Lady Demon Irene's crimson eyes locked onto the Fleet Admiral. She licked her lips and sneered mockingly.

"Admiral Ross mentioned you before," William said coldly, fixing his glare on the wicked, scythe-wielding woman. "Your heinous crimes deserve a thousand deaths."

Despite his composed demeanor, William couldn't suppress the shock roiling in his heart. After over a month of scouring through the profiles of prisoners released from Level 6, the Navy and World Government had identified most of the escapees.

In theory, prisoners cryogenically frozen for decades should have aged rapidly and weakened after thawing. Yet this infamous criminal, Lady Demon Irene, appeared in peak condition, her vitality and combat strength seemingly undiminished.

In contrast, the once-feared pirate Iron Arm Tok, a Steel-Steel Fruit user with awakened powers and a bounty exceeding 1 billion berries, was nowhere to be seen. Hammons couldn't help but wonder if the pirate was lurking, preparing an ambush.

"You're Cyril Oka, 'The Beast,' aren't you?"

William's gaze shifted to the scarred and terrifying Cyril Oka, whose body bore grotesque reminders of a brutal past.

Standing among the Fallen Angel forces, Charlotte Linlin drew a sharp glare from Kong, whose temples had grayed after losing twenty years of life to her powers.

"The Fallen Angel Pirates truly have gathered some monstrous talents," Kong growled through gritted teeth.

The former naval hero's eyes blazed with hatred. He had been in his prime, but Linlin's vampiric ability had aged him into his late fifties. Every day since, he had burned with a desire to capture her and reclaim his stolen years.

"I remember him vaguely," a haughty voice chimed in.

The massive thunderbird landed gracefully as Saint Denis stepped forward. His disdainful gaze fell on Cyril Oka, and he sneered:

"You're one of the last of the Buccaneers people, aren't you? I recall hearing you were once captured and enslaved in the Holy Land but managed to escape and became a pirate. Caused some trouble until you were taken down by Admiral 'Iron Claw,' wasn't it?"

"Hmph!" Cyril Oka's expression darkened, his voice seething with hatred. "The shame you bastards inflicted on me is burned into my memory! I'll never forget it!"

His eyes, sharp and vengeful, locked on Saint Denis. His killing intent was palpable. For Cyril, joining the Fallen Angel Pirates was about more than repaying El for freeing him. It was a chance to exact revenge on the World Government, the entity responsible for the destruction of his people.

"CAW—"

Suddenly, a loud cry echoed across the sky. A massive owl approached, circling above before landing next to El and his companions.

"Roger—"

Garp's eyes widened in shock as he recognized one of the figures leaping down from the owl. His voice rose in disbelief:

"What are you doing here?!"

"Tch-tch," Roger muttered, adjusting his straw hat. His eyes scanned the tense standoff between the two opposing forces.

His gaze lingered on the World Government's lineup: the massive azure dragon, the fiery serpent-bird hybrid, the thunderbird cloaked in lightning, and high-ranking figures like Fleet Admiral Hammons William and Admiral Kong.

The sheer scale of the confrontation left Roger's subordinates, the Gold-Silver-Copper Trio, in awe.

Sweat beaded on their brows as they stared at the overwhelming forces arrayed before them.

"What a lineup… Even for us, getting involved here seems like biting off more than we can chew," one of them muttered nervously.

"Feels like we may have been a bit reckless this time, haha!" Roger laughed, though his tone carried an undercurrent of caution.

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