"Hissss—"
"What kind of monster is that?"
"Clank! That massive figure towering far beyond a giant's size—it's unmistakable…"
"That's 'Colossal Battleship' Sanjuan Wolf, a guardian of the Hell Trading Company and a member of the Fallen Angel Pirates!"
"It seems they're trying to protect the island's buildings and civilians…"
"This isn't a World Government-allied nation. Those civilians don't fall under any protection—there's no need to hold back!"
"All fleets, prepare for action. Do not land on Komugi Island; bombard it from the sea instead!"
"Wear down these giants' stamina with cannon fire!"
Mid-New World, Altona Sea Region
A fleet of warships of varying designs surged forward aggressively, surrounding a group of scenic islands covered with wheat fields. The ships began a relentless bombardment.
"Boom… Boom…"
One by one, the dark barrels of cannons flashed with fire, launching volleys of shells toward the island's defenders.
"Boom! Boom!"
"Such cowardice!"
"They can't fight us directly, so they're relying on their ships' firepower to wear us down?"
"Fools! Do they really think they can underestimate the strength of the giants?"
On the island, civilians were panicked, but the staff of the Hell Trading Company had already taken control of the situation. They directed the frightened residents to evacuation shelters.
Meanwhile, a few towering figures stood guard along the coastline, positioned at various key points to block the incoming bombardment.
"Execution!"
A boyish giant, looking no older than fifteen or sixteen, with a hulking, muscular build standing nearly twenty meters tall, let out a roar. His entire body gleamed as though forged from sharp blades.
"Slash… Slash…"
With his fingers gleaming like steel blades, he slashed through the air. The resulting force created powerful wind gusts, effortlessly slicing through the incoming shells and causing them to detonate midair.
"Heh-heh-heh-heh~! It seems the Navy calculated we wouldn't easily abandon this island," laughed Hajrudin, another giant.
"That's why they're holding back on landing troops. Instead, they're trying to exhaust us by relying on their superior firepower from the ships!"
"Boom! Boom!"
A massive iron shield was held up against the onslaught.
The young giant Witt, using his Kilo-Kilo Fruit ability to control his weight, moved with incredible agility. He skillfully blocked the incoming cannon fire, sending the heavy shells flying back into the sea.
"Damn it!"
The colossal figure of Witt snarled as he glanced at the bombarding fleet.
"If it weren't for having to protect this island, I'd charge in and crush them myself!"
"Hajrudin! What's the situation on Streusen's side?"
"He's leading the Hell Trading Company's fleet to intercept another group of Navy ships. They're targeting that dessert island famous for producing cakes!"
Hajrudin slashed apart several more shells with ease, answering without missing a beat.
"Although we've absorbed most of the outer personnel of the Hell Trading Company and are expanding rapidly, the time has been too short. Even with the former members of Dreamland House acting as the core, the fleet is still inexperienced and lacking in organization."
"No need to worry. Streusen isn't just a simple chef," Witt muttered confidently.
"He'll manage, but he won't be able to send reinforcements anytime soon."
Hajrudin grinned wickedly.
"Heh-heh, we don't need their reinforcements anyway…"
...
On the other side of the coastline.
A massive figure loomed, so gigantic it seemed unreal. Towering over 100 meters tall, the colossal shadow blocked out the sun, striking fear into anyone who dared to look upon it.
With a casual motion, the giant swatted away several incoming cannonballs, letting out a mocking laugh.
"These puny warships aren't enough to impress me!"
This was Sanjuan Wolf, nicknamed the "Colossal Battleship."
Though not a warrior from Elbaf like Witt, he hailed from the West Blue, albeit from a different giant tribe. A user of the Paramecia-type Huge-Huge Fruit, he could expand his already enormous body tenfold.
This ability had caused quite the stir in the past. Before the Navy could issue a formal bounty, Wolf caught the attention of the Hell Trading Company, whose influence had started spreading into the West Blue. The terrifyingly powerful Fallen Angel himself, El, personally recruited him.
Wolf hadn't expected that even at his maximum size, El would lift him single-handedly like a child and toss him into the air.
Faced with such overwhelming power, he had no choice but to surrender when El extended an offer to join.
Now, like Hajrudin and Witt, Wolf officially worked as a "giant mercenary" hired by the Hell Trading Company to act as a protector. In truth, he was a member of the Fallen Angel Pirates.
"That's right…"
Witt sneered, holding a massive shield.
Turning toward the Hell Trading Company personnel nearby, he bellowed:
"Hey, bring out those Homies artillery shells that Gerd prepared before she left!"
"It's time to put them to good use!"
The warships were only a few kilometers away—not an ideal range for precise attacks. But with their brute strength, the giants didn't need precision; they just needed to get the shells close enough. The Homies artillery shells could handle the rest.
"Yes, Witt-sama!"
The company's personnel rushed to transport the shells for the giants. Despite the tense atmosphere, they showed no fear, fully trusting in the giants' abilities.
These people, once desperate and starving refugees, had been saved by the Hell Trading Company. Though they now knew the company was controlled by the notorious Fallen Angel Pirates, they didn't care.
To them, the group that gave them a second chance at life was far more important than any labels of "pirates" or "criminals."
"One-two, one-two…"
"Be careful—these shells are heavy!"
"Boom~~~ Is it my turn to shine?"
"Fire me first~~~ I'll blow them sky-high~~~"
Soon, gigantic artillery shells, each over a meter in diameter and requiring two strong workers to roll them on carts, were brought forward. To everyone's amazement, the shells bore humanoid faces, animated and lively like sentient beings.
"Heh-heh~ Let's see how you Navy dogs like a taste of Homies artillery!"
Wolf grinned wickedly as he grabbed one of the oversized shells.
With a mighty swing of his massive arm, he hurled the shell toward a distant Navy warship, several kilometers away.
"I'm a cannonball~~~"
"Here I go~~~ Get ready to explode~~~"
"BOOM! BOOM!"
Onboard the Navy ships, the crew stared in shock as the Homies shells hurtled toward them. The shells seemed to have minds of their own, adjusting their trajectories mid-flight to aim directly at the warships.
"Damn it! Don't underestimate the Navy!"
Three officers clad in coats bearing the symbol of justice—a rear admiral and two commanders—leapt from the deck, swords drawn.
"BOOM… BOOM…"
Their combined efforts deflected the shells, which exploded midair, reducing their impact.
"Whew… whew…"
But before they could catch their breath, the whistling sound of incoming projectiles pierced the air.
More Homies shells were already inbound, as Sanjuan Wolf laughed maniacally, grabbing and hurling one shell after another without pause.
"BOOM! BOOM!"
Despite the Navy officers' valiant attempts to intercept the barrage, the sheer volume of shells proved overwhelming. Two shells struck a large warship, triggering massive explosions.
Amid the inferno, screams echoed as the vessel was torn apart, its remains scattered across the sea.
"Heh-heh-heh-heh! Navy scum, enjoy this!"
"This is our special welcome gift just for you!"
At the same time, Hajrudin and Witt joined the fray, sneering coldly as they grabbed Homies shells and hurled them relentlessly at the fleet.
"BOOM… BOOM… BOOM…"
The sea erupted with explosions, flames, and chaos as the giants continued their ferocious counterattack.
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