One Piece: The Cryo Doctor on the Straw Hat Ship

Those are tens of thousands, or even more, of miniature drones!

They are only the size of a hummingbird, with a streamlined design and a cold metallic sheen on their shells in the dim light. Their engines emit a deep, uniform hum that merges into a chilling roar.

"Feathers flying everywhere!"

Nami gave a clear shout and slashed her finger forward.

In an instant, the swarm of drones, which hovered like a thick, dark cloud, began to move.

Like a precise army controlled by an invisible hand, they instantly split into dozens of formations, shooting towards Lafayette from all directions—a speed beyond the limits of the naked eye.

The front of each drone shimmered with a faint glow of energy.

Those were modified miniature impact modules; a single shot might only be equivalent to a large-caliber bullet, but when that number is multiplied by hundreds or thousands…

Lafayette's expression changed drastically.

He had just experienced the power of this drone.

But that was only a few dozen of the ones Nami had stored on her.

Even with only a few dozen aircraft, he was already overwhelmed.

And now...

There are tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions of these drones!?

What the hell is the point of living?!

Lafayette was filled with rage and despair.

His wings flapped rapidly, leaving countless afterimages in the air as he attempted to dodge using the superior mobility granted by his Siren form.

But it was no use.

Data streamed through Nami's eyes like a waterfall.

Each drone is her eye and her weapon.

Every tiny movement, every feint, even the signs of his muscle exertion, of Lafayette was detected and instantly predicted by the brain-computer interface's superior perception and computing power.

It is not sight or hearing, yet it surpasses sight and hearing.

This is the power of technology.

"High-speed interception."

Nami's calm voice rang out, issuing the final command for this asymmetrical aerial battle.

Those drone formations that initially seemed to miss their target ended up forming a net ahead of time at the "end" of Lafayette's evasive trajectory.

More drones blocked all his possible escape routes.

Everywhere you look, up, down, left, right, front, and back, are tiny "hummingbirds" gleaming with a cold light!

Lafayette's pride in his speed was rendered utterly meaningless in the face of the overwhelming number and coordinated combat capabilities of the drones controlled by Nami.

He was like a real seabird trapped in a sophisticated birdcage, flapping his wings in vain.

"captain!!!"

Lafayette cried out in alarm.

But Luffy is clearly not weak enough to make Blackbeard care about other things at will.

Faced with the terrifying attack, Lafayette had no choice but to fold its wings and try to withstand the attack with its hard scales.

At the same time, he swung his sharp claws, shattering dozens of approaching drones and creating small sparks.

But even more drones, like a swarm of piranhas that have smelled blood, swarmed forward!

Bang bang bang bang bang-! ! !

The sound of heavy rain pounding against banana leaves instantly engulfed Lafayette.

Each drone impact is like a heavy hammer blow. Although the damage from a single impact is limited, the sheer number and frequency of these impacts create a continuous saturation attack.

Lafayette's body began to turn blood red, gradually forming a blood mist, and excruciating pain emanated from all parts of his body.

At this moment, his defeat was already written.

……

……

at the same time.

Compared to the massive battles fought by his companions, Robin's battle was conducted in a simple and efficient manner.

At this time, Poison Q did not yet have the ability to obtain the Disease Fruit.

His only means of combat was to use the bomb apples in his hand to attack the enemy.

This kind of move might be okay for dealing with small-time pirates.

But in front of the Straw Hat crew, it seemed rather childish.

"Is...that all there is to it?"

Watching Doc Q struggle and keep throwing apples, Robin's disappointment deepened.

Although she is not a belligerent person, it is somewhat unreasonable that her opponent is just a guy like this on this day of the Straw Hat crew's big reunion.

"It seems I had too high expectations of you." Her voice was gentle, yet carried a chilling quality. "In that case..."

Robin's expression didn't even change.

She parted her red lips slightly and uttered calm words: "Six-wheel bloom..."

The next second—

Six pale and strong arms suddenly appeared on various parts of Doc Q's body, quickly fixing his hands, feet, and...head!

"What!?"

DocQ was shocked.

Before he could react, Robin's voice came again:

"—Strangle!"

Chapter 126 The Last Enemy (Seeking monthly votes~)

"law--!!!"

The last battlefield between the Straw Hat Pirates and the Black Organization, a mournful cry pierces the thick fog covering the battlefield.

Zhuangzhuang, transformed into a pegasus, reared up on all fours, its sacred wings flapping wildly behind it, stirring up chaotic air currents.

It struggled desperately with all four hooves, but could not shake off the large clay hand that was tightly gripping its hooves.

The large, yellowish-brown, sticky hand, with distinct knuckles, resembled a strange vine growing from the earth, tightly gripping Zhuangzhuang's forelegs.

No matter how the Pegasus neighed or flapped its wings, the clay bindings remained unmoved, instead tightening further in the struggle.

"Ow...!"

Zhuangzhuang threw his head back and let out a roar that was a mixture of pain and anger, his white wings reflecting a chaotic light in the sunlight.

Although it did not speak human language, the owner of the giant clay hand understood its words.

"That's some really foul language."

Chopper, in his monster form clad in clay armor, let out a deep, guttural voice.

That's right!

The monster currently battling Pegasus Zhuangzhuang, or rather, wreaking havoc, is none other than himself.

It was Chopper who ate the Rumble Ball and entered his monster form.

At this moment, the Devil Badge embedded in his heart has the power of the Paramecia-type Clay-Clay Fruit that V recently obtained from the Navy.

In his monster form, Chopper already possessed a physique comparable to that of a giant.

At this moment, the power of the Clay-Clay Fruit was like a thick, flowing living armor covering him. Countless gray-yellow clay spread, climbed, and shaped from his feet, causing his body to swell several times over!

Rumble...

The earth was trembling.

A colossal clay warrior, seemingly sculpted from mountains, stood majestically in a corner of the battlefield.

Its curved antlers, now resembling two menacing war horns, towered into the pervasive darkness, while its thick limbs stood like stone pillars of a temple, each breath accompanied by a muffled howl of wind.

Its surface is not static clay, but rather slowly wriggles and reshapes as if it has a life of its own, forming a thick protective layer at the joints and condensing exaggerated muscle lines at the arms.

Of course, all of this actually has little to do with the battle itself.

Despite being a Pegasus of the Mythical Zoan type, Zhuangzhuang's combat strength is just so-so.

Facing Chopper now, the battle is completely one-sided.

If it weren't for Pegasus's innate regenerative abilities constantly healing its injuries, it would have been beaten to death by Chopper long ago.

However, this may not be a good thing for it.

After all, the thicker your blood, the more beatings you can take.

……

……

"What kind of monsters are these guys?!"

Not far away, in the shadows of the ruins.

Moonlight Moria leaned against a broken section of wall, his chest heaving violently, his heavy breathing like a broken bellows.

His massive purple body was still scarred with bloodstains and burns, but thanks to the powerful vitality and regenerative abilities he had honed during his time dominating the New World, he had managed to recover sixty or seventy percent of his strength during the chaotic lull in the Straw Hat Pirates' all-out battle with the Black Organization.

However, it was precisely this regained strength and clear mind that filled his heart with even greater fear and chill than when he was seriously injured.

He watched helplessly as his terrifying three-masted sailing ship, which he had painstakingly built over many years, fell apart in the clash of these two formidable forces.

The zombie army that he was once so proud of had long since been reduced to dust in the aftermath of those devastating attacks.