A chat group for a certain tower warlock

That means they've squeezed them dry.

"Yes."

Seeing Im nod, Yarman shook his head. "Forget it, I won't say anything more. You know what you're doing. By the way, how do you plan to wipe out the pirates, or rather, the rebels, in the New World?"

“…Then it depends on whether you can give me the supplies I need.” Im looked at Yarman and said with a smile, “If you can give me the conventional shells before the operation begins, that would be much more convenient.”

"What if it still doesn't work?"

"Then... we'll have to use nuclear weapons, and prepare for additional costs for environmental remediation."

Chapter 194: Even starship heavy cannons have unkillable enemies, it's normal.

One week later.

Looking at the giant warehouse in front of him, Yarman compared the items on the form in his hand and counted them one by one. After taking inventory of the entire warehouse, he walked to Im's side and stuffed the form into her hand. "The supplies you wanted this time are all here, totaling 23.8 billion transaction points."

"The middle part includes a 3% cross-world space gate usage fee, which is the tariff for global cargo transfer."

"Tariff...did you get the money?" Im thought for a moment, then looked up at Yarman.

Hearing this, Yarman was taken aback. He hesitated and shook his head. "No, we gave them all to the chat group. But we have no choice. We don't have the technology to create interdimensional portals, so we can only rely on the chat group."

"Sigh, whatever, I'll just give it to them." Im shook her head helplessly. This was the first time she had felt the inconvenience of the chat group. The cost of transporting supplies was so high. That 3% tariff alone was enough for her to buy a dozen more starship shells or several thousand tons of Originium from Yarman.

We need to think of a way to create a world-class space passage!

"Are all the goods ready?"

"If these are all the items on the list, then we're all set." Yarman said calmly, looking at the warehouse in front of him. All these supplies were produced on his research ship, which he had pushed to its production capacity to the limit in order to complete them within a week!

Looking at Im beside him, he calmly said, "Is there anything else you need me to provide? Give me the order as soon as possible. This expedited production has burned out three of my fully automated production workshops. I've spent a lot of money just on repairing the workshops, and the product yield has also decreased."

"The yield rate has decreased?!"

"Don't worry, everything here is up to standard." Yarman ignored Im, who suddenly looked at him, and said calmly, "I've dealt with all the junk."

After listening to his words, Im nodded and looked down at the naval soldiers who were officially entering the arena. Dressed in white naval uniforms, they looked like worker ants and were cooperating with the naval soldiers who began to move supplies. She sighed again.

"The supplies have arrived, why are you still sighing?"

"This place used to be equipped with fully automated transport equipment, but that stowaway destroyed it all. Now we have to rely on manpower for transport." Im looked at the huge cannonball moving slowly below and slammed his hand on the railing in anger, making a metallic clanging sound.

Looking at Im beside him, who was once again lost in his memories of the past, Yarman shook his head helplessly. Mental ailments require mental remedies. From a golden age of prosperity and promising advancement of the planetary system, to suddenly falling into a dark period when the world was about to split apart, this huge gap was something that no one could adjust to immediately.

The two stood on the high platform and watched the scene of supplies being moved for three whole hours. Only after the last shell was moved did Im sigh and turn to leave.

Watching Im leave, Yarman turned around and asked, "When will your starship depart?"

“We’ll depart in five hours.” Im stopped and looked at Yarman behind her. A cold, crazed smile suddenly appeared on her face. “Do you want to come with me on the starship? Let’s go see the scene of those damned pirates being blown to ashes by heavy cannons falling from the sky.”

"...I'm alright."

Yarman looked at the slightly deranged Im, remained silent for a moment, and then nodded. He figured that the other party must hate these rebels to the core and couldn't wait to blow them to pieces.

“Actually, I have a question.” Yarman stepped forward and walked beside her, asking as they went, “Even with orbital bombardment, it might not be enough to wipe out all the pirates. What if they escape again…”

"The surface fleets of the four seas have already set out to blockade, the aerospace fighters have all taken off, the submarine force has been activated, and the space satellites have locked onto this area. They have no way to escape!" Im's handsome face was filled with a crazed killing intent. "I will annihilate them all!"

Yarman nodded slowly, then asked, "What level is the enemy at now? What equipment do they have?"

"A batch of pirate ships, warships, and submarines left over from the old era, as well as old-fashioned weaponry." Im listed them off as if they were her own treasures. She counted on her fingers, tilted her head slightly, and said as she thought, "Some artisans defected to Water Seven, so there should be some advanced weapons there, but not many!"

After silently calculating the strength of both sides, Yarman nodded with relief. This time, Im would definitely win. Even if some of them escaped, they would be ruthless individuals who could withstand multiple starship cannonballs with their physical strength or Devil Fruit abilities!

Only such people could survive a heavy artillery bombardment, but how many of these super-strong individuals are there? One in ten thousand, or one in a million?

The two strolled leisurely along the road until they reached the interstellar port portal on the Red Line. Guided by Im, they successfully passed through the portal and arrived at the interstellar port in outer space.

"This is your interstellar port... Was it bombed?" Yarman was about to praise Im's achievements, but when he saw the extremely chaotic port environment in front of him, as well as the bullet holes, scratches, cracks, and deep craters everywhere, he was speechless. This is too dilapidated!

Looking around, Im nodded with satisfaction. "The craftsmen are quite good. They repaired the port so quickly. Although it's a bit dilapidated, at least it's usable."

"...What's going on?"

"The stowaway was captured by our interstellar port while he was trying to escape. A fierce battle ensued, which ended with the stowaway losing 35 starships and the port being destroyed."

"Your port is impressive! Thirty-five starships, that's three starship squadrons!"

"...Well, actually most of them were small boats; the mothership only sank one." Im replied somewhat awkwardly. At the time, they were still thinking about whether they could rely on the interstellar port to keep the stowaway there, but not only did the person escape, the port was also destroyed.

"That's already pretty impressive!"

"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore, let's board the ship!" Im walked towards the steel behemoth not far away. This time, the orbital bombardment plan will be jointly commanded by a starship squadron, a naval admiral, and three vice admirals.

Actually, it's already a bit meager. Normally, there should be three fleets, but unfortunately, the entire world government can only use two starship fleets right now.

"Your Majesty!"×n

As Im arrived at the ship, the crew saluted her. She nodded and led Yarman to the ship's command room, where Admiral Fujitora was already waiting at the door.

"His Majesty!"

"Admiral Fujitora, there's no need for such formalities." Im waved his hand, this was not the time to concern himself with empty formalities. "How much longer until the supplies are loaded, and when will the fleet officially set sail?"

"We can officially set sail in one hour!"

"Very good!" Im nodded in satisfaction, then said coldly, "This time, I will wipe out all these rebels entrenched in the New World!"

Chapter 195: The shells are good, powerful enough, I like them.

"Boom!" ×n

With a deafening roar of engines, one after another, fully loaded starships slowly sailed away from the port, heading towards the vast blue planet below. Their destination was exactly the same: the equatorial region of the blue planet, the so-called new world.

Listening to the deafening roar around him, Yarman frowned slightly. This level of noise was beyond the tolerance limit of most people. Could these crew members really exert their full combat power in such an environment?

"Would you like to wear noise-canceling headphones?" Im handed two headphones to Yarman, who was frowning slightly. "These headphones can effectively reduce the noise generated when the starship is running at high speed. They are also connected to the starship's central control room and have built-in entertainment options such as listening to music and radio."

"...I knew it! That explained why they were completely unharmed!"

"We didn't equip our crew with headphones before, but after an interstellar voyage where the intense noise drove an entire ship of soldiers crazy, we started providing them," Im said calmly, sitting in the command room and watching the naval soldiers operating below.

Putting on the headphones, Yarman switched to music mode and listened to the classical symphony resonating in his ears. He nodded with a hint of surprise, "It's a symphony! That's impressive!"

"There wasn't any at first, but interstellar travel is too boring, resources are limited, and we can't train every day. If we keep the soldiers cooped up, it will cause big problems," Im said slowly. Over the years, they have indeed encountered many amazing and important problems.

Upon hearing this, Yarman was taken aback. "What problem have you encountered?"

"For example, there are psychological problems, a surge in riots, desertion, starships being maliciously damaged by soldiers, and so on. There are all sorts of things," Im said helplessly.

In recent years, they have also begun to pay attention to the comfort of rank-and-file soldiers. Weapon power is one aspect, but comfort and ease of use must also be taken into account. Otherwise, soldiers may not use them, and if they don't use them, there's not much you can do. After all, in the interstellar era, they are on starships, far from the reach of the emperor.

“Okay, I see.” Yarman nodded, then turned to look at the huge display screen below. “How much longer until we reach the skies above the New World?”

"About two more minutes," Im said calmly, looking at the monitor outside the window. "Once we arrive, we'll need a little time to deploy our formation before we can begin bombing!"

“Okay.” Yarman nodded and began to listen quietly to the classical symphony in his headphones. As a world with a long history, the music in the One Piece world is quite developed.

Just as he was about to become completely immersed in the music, Im patted him on the shoulder, waking him up.

Seeing Yarman looking up at him, Im pointed outside and said, "Let's go, we're here, let's go out."

"Go out? Go where?"

"Let's go outside the starship and watch the live bombing." Im pulled Yarman's hand and walked towards the command room. At this moment, Admiral Fujitora followed behind them.

Soon, the three arrived at the outer deck of the starship. Looking down at the clearly visible islands and ships floating on the sea, Yarman took a deep breath and coughed a few times.

Why is the air in the new world so polluted?

"Because the artisans of Water Seven betrayed us and came here to help them build all sorts of factories," Im said coldly, looking down at the island below. "But most of these factories use outdated technology and cause serious environmental pollution. Coupled with their endless production day and night, this is how it turned out."

Looking down, Im was also furious. In order to protect the environment of her home planet, she had specially allocated a huge sum of money to clean up the environment, upgrade industrial technology, and crack down on environmental damage. That's why her home planet is now a beautiful place with clear waters and green mountains. These rebels below don't appreciate it at all!

Look at the seawater in the new world. It's murky, filthy, and stinks. It's completely different from the clear, blue seawater of the past. It looks like a giant sewage treatment plant.

"Your Majesty, the soldiers are ready. When shall we begin?"

"Let's begin now!"

"Yes!" Fujitora bowed slightly to her, took out a Den Den Mushi, and calmly said, "Orbital bombardment, begin now. All units, proceed with the planned bombardment of the target!"

At Fujitora's command, the starships that had been faintly visible in the clouds suddenly revealed themselves, their massive cannons aimed at the fleet of ships and islands below, and opened fire!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" ×n

Thick smoke and bright flashes billowed from the cannons as cannonballs, each the size of a truck, shot out and crashed into the island and the sea like meteors, much to the horror of the pirates below!

“bong!” ×n

A massive amount of seawater was thrown into the air by the violent explosion, and under the sunlight, beautiful rainbows appeared in the sky, making people feel relaxed and happy.

"The rainbow is out! That's great!" Yarman said happily, looking at the rainbow in the sky.

Upon seeing the rainbow, a relaxed smile finally appeared on Im's poker face. She was happy not only for the rainbow, but also for the pirates who had been blown to ashes by the cannonballs.

"You finally smiled."

"Don't you think this scene is relaxing?" Im pointed at the pirates flying everywhere below and laughed heartily, "These damned rebels, the trash that ruined my world, are flying in the sky now, can you hear them? They're cursing me, cursing me to die!"

"You seem very happy?"

"Of course, what else could be cursing me like that but that I'm about to die?" Im couldn't help but start humming a little tune, saying happily, "The thought of this rebel dying makes me happy!"

Fujitora, who was standing beside him, suddenly said, "It's like frying fish."

Yarman leaned closer to the edge of the deck, looking down at the new world filled with various explosion clouds, and slowly shook his head. To be honest, the view from the sky wasn't very good; the starship's shells were just too powerful.

Such a large shell, the dust raised after the explosion was enough to cover the entire sky. They mainly relied on mental power or sensory networks to perceive the situation below.

"By the way, have you noticed that there are a few people who seem to be surviving the bombardment?" Yarman suddenly said. In his perception network, there were a few people who had been bombarded by the starship's heavy cannons several times, but they were not killed. They only suffered minor injuries, and their mobility was not affected.

"Fujitora!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Fujitora nodded, took out a Den Den Mushi, and began to command the starship to launch targeted bombardment against those particularly audacious targets, determined to blast them to smithereens!

"Don't waste shells, use special ammunition directly!"

As the order was given, several long-silent cannons suddenly came to life, slowly moving in several directions, taking aim, and with a roar of artillery fire, several red shells were fired from the barrel!

"Boom~~~ Boom!" ×n

The terrifying shells hit their targets with pinpoint accuracy. After a deafening explosion, an entire archipelago, along with its inhabitants and surrounding fleets, vanished into thin air. Even the sea was forcibly parted by the blast, revealing the seabed.

"Yalman".

"Ok?"

"Your shells are powerful, very good, I like them. Give me another 20,000 like them!"

Chapter 196: Elite Paratrooper Im, Airborne onto the Battlefield!

Gazing silently at the ravaged sea below, Yarman kept a close eye on the few "indestructible cockroaches." There were still some skilled fighters among the rebels, with a relatively large number of Devil Fruit users. These people were using various amazing methods, either enduring the attacks head-on or dodging the heavy artillery raining down from the sky.

"Devil Fruits... what amazing things!" Yarman couldn't help but exclaim. There was actually such a convenient way to control the rules of the world. The side effects were just that eating it felt like eating shit, and that you would become a complete landlubber afterward. It was simply too easy!

"Simply by consuming it, one can gain such immense power, with such a high potential."

Standing to the side, Fujitora calmly said, "Sir, Devil Fruits are indeed a way to become strong, but they are by no means a shortcut. Developing a Devil Fruit requires a lot of effort, and..."

“No, Admiral Fujitora, you misunderstand me.” Yarman shook his head and pointed to the battlefield below. “Look at those Devil Fruit users. They gained initial strength and the opportunity to become strong just because they ate Devil Fruits. One Devil Fruit put them on the right path.”

"Do you know how many people in other worlds have to pay an incredibly high price just to become strong, let alone possess the most basic extraordinary power?"

Fujitora did not respond to this. As a high-ranking admiral in the Navy, he was naturally aware of the world's secrets, but he had indeed never been to other worlds and was unaware of their conditions.

Looking down, Yarman said quietly, "Your place, thanks to Devil Fruits, can be considered a world under the influence of demons."

"Then what is high magic? Is it like your world?" Im suddenly interrupted, looking at Yarman and asking curiously, "Or is it the world of Veronica and Scranton?"

“My world is only at the intermediate level of magic.” Yarman gave a self-deprecating smile. “This thing doesn’t just look at the strength of the strongest, but also at the prevalence of the supernatural system. If supernatural power isn’t widespread enough, it’s not high magic either. And my world… sigh!”

Thinking of his own world, Yarman immediately shook his head. The prevalence of the supernatural system in his world was on par with the Cthulhu world and the Scranton world. As long as he hardened his heart and stabbed himself with Originium, he would immediately gain initial power, but unfortunately, he couldn't reach the upper limit!

Fortunately, he has now created the Dream Realm, which has finally raised the upper limit.

"What are the criteria for becoming a high magic user?" Im asked again.

“Well… firstly, everyone has the opportunity to become a superhuman, and secondly, there’s the upper limit to strength. You should at least be at the level of a faction leader or an Old One!” Yarman thought for a moment and finally gave an answer, “These two are the hard requirements, and there are some others.”

"For example?"

"Let's not talk about the abundance of laws, the richness of species, the breadth of the world, etc. Who is that person? Why is he so tenacious? He's been hit by several cannon shots and he's still not dead!" Yarman asked curiously, pointing down.

Im and Fujitora looked over together, and after seeing clearly, their faces darkened simultaneously. The reason was simple: they recognized the man. He was a traitorous Marine Vice Admiral, not a Devil Fruit user, but a master of physical combat and all three types of Haki. He had undergone human enhancement modifications by the World Government's research department and was very strong!

Seeing the two men's pale faces, Yarman asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with this person?"