A cook, vice-captain of the Rocks Pirates?

It was a massive fleet of dozens of oddly shaped ships. Their hulls were not made of wood, but gleamed with a cold metallic sheen. Their sails resembled giant insect wings, bearing the striking symbol of the number 66.

Even more remarkably, these ships did not sail on the sea, but rather glided across it like water striders at astonishing speeds. Linked end to end, they formed a massive, mobile steel kingdom on the sea.

"The Kingdom of Germa..."

Looking at the technologically advanced fleet, Renn calmly uttered a name.

"Head Chef, is this the kingdom famous for its technology?"

Marco asked curiously.

"Ah."

A hint of amusement flashed in Renn's eyes.

"A maritime kingdom without a fixed territory, composed of technology and military force, and also the infamous war family of the North Sea underworld—the Vinsmoke."

The moment they began their conversation, the steel fleet had already surrounded the progenitor tortoise.

On the flagship at the head of the group, a tall man with a crown, long golden hair, and a beard as hard as steel stood with his arms crossed, looking down at them.

It was Vinsmoke Judge, the king trusted by the Kingdom of Germa.

At this time, Judge was still very young. Perhaps he had just secured the throne through some means, and his face was filled with an almost obsessive confidence and an absolute worship of technological power.

As for his children who will become famous in the future, such as Black Leg Sanji, they are probably just a crazy idea about bloodline factor modification in his mind at this moment.

"Gulalalalala..."

Newgate looked at the blond man standing on the high place and let out a low laugh, a laugh full of disdain.

"A king who doesn't even have his own land, yet he has quite the entourage."

Vinsmoke Judge clearly also saw Newgate, or rather, his destination was the ship and the people on board.

No, more accurately, it was the colossal beast beneath his feet, radiating a boundless aura of life, like a moving continent.

"The Whitebeard Pirates".

Judge's voice came through some kind of amplification device, cold and full of unquestionable arrogance, like a high and mighty god giving orders to a group of ants.

“I am Vinsmoke Judge, the King of Germa. The creature beneath your feet, and all the living specimens on your ship that are of research value, now belong to my Germa Kingdom.”

"Abandon ship and surrender immediately, and I may consider demoting you to the lowest rank of soldiers, to contribute your insignificant brute force to the expansion of my kingdom."

Judge spoke calmly, as if stating a self-evident fact.

In his view, these pirates who rely on brute force and the ethereal power of Devil Fruits are nothing more than remnants of the old era. In the face of absolute science and technology, everything about them seems so primitive and ridiculous.

His purpose in this trip was to capture the ancestral giant tortoise.

His ship's life detectors detected this incredibly vast life energy hundreds of nautical miles away, which was more valuable material than any treasure for his ongoing research into lineage factors.

Judge's words plunged the deck of the New Moby Dick into a deathly silence.

next second.

"Pfft... Wahahahahahaha!"

Gatz was the first to burst out laughing. He laughed so hard he was bent over backwards, tears welling up in his eyes. He slammed the huge anchor onto the deck with a loud thud, which made Dorum's heart tremble as well.

"This guy...did he get his brain slammed in a door? What did he just say? That he wants us to surrender? That he wants to use our home as his experimental subject?"

Gatz pointed at Judge, laughing so hard he could hardly breathe.

"Perhaps there are some special hallucinogenic components in the air of Beihai."

Marco lazily picked at his ear, his face showing an expression of utter disbelief.

Dorum took out his notebook and quickly jotted down notes: "Record: The King of the Vinsmoke family is suspected of suffering from severe paranoia and cognitive impairment. It is recommended that he be placed in humanitarian isolation for treatment to prevent his foolish remarks from polluting this precious marine environment."

The smile on Newgate's face vanished, replaced by a cold, gloomy look, like the calm before a storm.

How long has it been since he heard such an arrogant and foolish provocation?

"Raine."

Newgate's voice was deep.

"I'm here, Captain."

"What...does this thing smell like?"

Ryan calmly replied in his professional, gourmet-like tone, "A mixture of cheap motor oil and cheap perfume, plus the sour smell of overconfidence, is undoubtedly garbage that would be rejected even as pet food."

The conversation was completely undisguised and clearly reached Judge's ears through the air.

Judge's face, which always wore an arrogant smile, turned ashen instantly. He felt humiliated like never before.

These primitive savages dared to evaluate him and his proud kingdom of science in such a way!

"You stupid fool who doesn't know his own death!"

Judge's voice became shrill with anger.

"Since you have rejected God's gifts, then use your lowly lives to experience the greatness and terror of science!"

"Germa 66! All personnel, launch!"

At his command, countless hatches on the decks of the dozens of steel warships behind him opened simultaneously.

Rows of clone soldiers, dressed in combat uniforms of different colors, with expressionless faces, marched out in perfect unison, like robots.

In their hands were laser guns that shimmered with energy.

"Fire!"

hum-

Hundreds of blazing energy beams instantly ripped through the gloomy sky of the North Sea, like a deadly meteor shower, pouring down on the ancestral giant tortoise!

Faced with the overwhelming rain of laser beams that could wipe a small island off the map in an instant, the members of the Whitebeard Pirates didn't even lift their eyelids.

Attacks of this caliber are nothing more than appetizers in the naval battles of the New World.

"Diamond Reflective Wall!"

Joz was the first to step forward. His imposing figure took a step forward, his arms crossed in front of him, and the dazzling light of diamonds instantly covered his entire body, forming a huge and smooth wall of diamonds.

shhhhhh!

Countless laser beams struck the diamond wall, but they were all refracted and bounced back as if they were shining on a mirror!

For a moment, Germa's fleet was thrown into chaos, struck by its own laser beams, with continuous fire and explosions erupting on the decks of warships, creating a rather comical scene.

"what?!"

Judge's pupils contracted sharply. His laser weapon had been specially modified to have extremely high penetrability, easily piercing even the armor of naval warships. How could it be so easily deflected?

Chapter 261 It smells cold and fragile.

"Hahaha! Is that all you've got? It's like tickling an itch!"

Gatz looked at the disheveled fleet opposite him and let out a disdainful laugh.

However, Germa's strength goes far beyond that.

"Switch to armor-piercing mode! Second combat sequence, attack!"

Judge gave the order in a cold voice.

The laser's color instantly changed from incandescent white to an eerie, ghostly blue, and its energy fluctuations became more concentrated and dangerous.

At the same time, the flagship's deck opened again, and this time, instead of ordinary clone soldiers, a team of modified warriors over three meters tall, wearing heavy exoskeleton armor, rushed out.

Their movements were no longer as synchronized as before, but were filled with the explosive power of beasts. The jet engines under their feet suddenly activated, and they stepped directly on the air, like cannonballs, rushing towards the deck of the ancestral giant tortoise!

"Oh? A flying tin can? Perfect, saves me the trouble of jumping down!"

Gatz roared excitedly, brandishing the huge anchor with great force, and took the initiative to meet the few modified warriors charging at the front.

clang!

The anchor collided with the exoskeleton armor, producing a deafening metallic clang.

The modified soldier actually withstood Gatz's attack, only being knocked back several meters. His high-tech alloy armor was left with only a faint white mark.

"It's a bit hard!"

A hint of surprise flashed in Gatz's eyes.

The modified soldier showed no emotion; he raised his arm, and a dark cannon muzzle on his armor was pointed at Gatz's head.

"Rocket Punch!"

boom!

The enormous iron fist, trailing a long tail of flame, slammed into Gatz's face at near-zero distance.

However, the expected scene of his head exploding did not occur.

Gatz simply shook his enormous head, then stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, revealing an extremely cruel smile.

"It tastes good, with a bit of a rusty flavor and a touch of gunpowder spiciness."

He gave it the evaluation of a gourmet, then with a backhand slam, he smashed the modified warrior, along with his sturdy armor, into a twisted pancake.

"Too crunchy, not chewy enough!"

Gatz's rude and unreasonable behavior caused the other modified warriors to freeze in their tracks.

Meanwhile, Vista and Silver also engaged in combat with the enemy.

Vista's twin blades moved like two fluttering butterflies, their dazzling light weaving between several modified warriors. Instead of engaging in direct combat, he precisely targeted the joints of their armor.

"Rose Dance - Tendon Severing!"

Silver was more direct. His figure blended into the shadows, and his spear moved like a venomous snake emerging from its hole. Each thrust precisely pierced through the gaps in the enemy's armor, disrupting its internal energy circuits.

"Shadow Thrust - Death Line!"

Marco hovered in the air, occasionally sending down a shower of regenerating flames to support his companions. His leisurely demeanor made it seem as if he wasn't fighting, but rather putting on a relaxed aerial performance.

Judge stood atop the flagship, watching as his elite troops were suppressed by the enemy in a short time, his face growing increasingly gloomy.

His technologically advanced troops, which he was so proud of, appeared utterly vulnerable in the face of these monsters who relied on their talent and domineering presence.

His gaze finally settled on the young man who had been standing at the kitchen door the whole time, and even had the leisure to maintain a black pot.

"Analyze the target's vital signs and scan its energy composition!"

Judge gave an order to a device on his wrist.

An invisible scanning beam instantly enveloped Renn.

However, the data fed back from Judge's tactical goggles completely stunned him.

[Target: Rennes]

[Vital signs: Normal, heart rate stable, all data are no different from those of an ordinary human.]

[Energy Composition: Unable to analyze, data stream is chaotic, unknown interference has occurred, suspected to be... a complex energy reaction containing a large amount of starch, protein, fat and various trace elements...]

[Overall assessment: A humanoid potato undergoing photosynthesis?]

Gaji: "..."

He rubbed his eyes, wondering if his scanning system had malfunctioned due to the low temperature in Beihai.

A human-shaped potato? What the hell is that?!

Just as Judge was having an existential crisis, Raine finally put down the pot she was holding.

He raised his head, his calm gaze piercing through hundreds of meters, meeting Judge's eyes in mid-air.

In that instant, Judge felt as if he were being stared at by a sleeping behemoth from ancient times, and a chill from the depths of his soul made him shiver uncontrollably.

"Your technology smells cold and fragile."

Raine's voice wasn't loud, but it reached Judge's ears clearly.

"It's like a low-quality steak that hasn't been marinated at all and has been frozen directly with liquid nitrogen. Although it looks firm, the internal fibers have already been completely destroyed, and it will crumble at the slightest touch."

This evaluation, filled with culinary jargon, trampled on Judge's self-esteem like never before.

"Utter nonsense!"