“Hissss—”

  “What kind of monster is that?”

  “k! That massive figure t far beyond a giant’s size—it’s unmistakable…”

  “That’s ‘Colossal Battleship’ Sanjuan Wolf, a guardian of the Hell Trading pany and a member of the Fallen Angel Pirates!”

  “It seems they’re trying to protect the isnd’s buildings and civilians…”

  “This isn’t a Wover-allied nation. Those civilians don’t fall under any prote—there’s o hold back!”

  “All fleets, prepare for a. Do not nd on Komugi Isnd; bombard it from the sea instead!”

  “Wear down these giants’ stamina with on fire!”

  Mid-New World, Altona Sea Region

  A fleet of warships of varying designs surged fgressively, surrounding a group of sids covered with wheat fields. The ships began a relentless bombardment.

  “Boom… Boom…”

  One by ohe dark barrels of ons fshed with fire, ung volleys of shells toward the isnd's defenders.

  “Boom! Boom!”

  “Such cowardice!”

  “They ’t fight us directly, so they’re relying on their ships’ firepower to wear us down?”

  “Fools! Do they really think they uimate the strength of the giants?”

  On the isnd, civilians were panicked, but the staff of the Hell Trading pany had already taken trol of the situation. They directed the frightened residents to evacuatioers.

  Meanwhile, a few t figures stood guard along the coastline, positio various key points to block the ining bombardment.

  “Execution!”

  A boyish giant, looking no older than fifteen or sixteen, with a hulking, muscur build standing nearly twenty meters tall, let out a roar. His entire body gleamed as though fed from sharp bdes.

  “Ssh… Ssh…”

  With his fingers gleaming like steel bdes, he sshed through the air. The resulting force created powerful wind gusts, effortlessly slig through the ining shells and causing them to detonate midair.

  “Heh-heh-heh-heh~! It seems the Navy calcuted we wouldn’t easily abandon this isnd,” ughed Hajrudin, aniant.

  “That’s why they’re holding ba nding 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 onsught.

  The young giant Witt, using his Kilo-Kilo Fruit ability to trol his weight, moved with incredible agility. He skillfully blocked the ining on fire, sending the heavy shells flying bato the sea.

  “Damn it!”

  The colossal figure of Witt snarled as he g the b fleet.

  “If it weren’t for having to protect this isnd, I’d charge in and crush them myself!”

  “Hajrudin! What’s the situation on Streusen’s side?”

  “He’s leading the Hell Trading pany’s fleet to intercept anroup of Navy ships. They’re targeting that dessert isnd famous for produg cakes!”

  Hajrudin sshed apart several more shells with ease, answering without missing a beat.

  “Although we’ve absorbed most of the outer personnel of the Hell Trading pany and are expanding rapidly, the time has been too short. Even with the former members of Dreamnd House ag as the core, the fleet is still inexperienced and g in anization.”

  “o worry. Streusen isn’t just a simple chef,” Witt muttered fidently.

  “He’ll manage, but he won’t be able to send reinforts anytime soon.”

  Hajrudin grinned wickedly.

  “Heh-heh, we don’t heir reinforts anyway…”

  ...

  Oher side of the coastline.

  A massive figure loomed, so gigantic it seemed unreal. T 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 ining onballs, letting out a mog ugh.

  “These puny warships aren’t enough to impress me!”

  This was Sanjuan Wolf, niamed 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 pany, 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 merary” hired by the Hell Trading pany 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 pany 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 o get the shells close enough. The Homies artillery shells could hahe rest.

  “Yes, Witt-sama!”

  The pany’s personnel rushed to transport the shells for the giants. Despite the temosphere, they showed no fear, fully trusting in the giants’ abilities.

  These people, once desperate and starving refugees, had been saved by the Hell Trading pany. Though they now khe pany was trolled by the notorious Fallen Angel Pirates, they didn’t care.

  To them, the group that gave them a sed ce at life was far more important than any bels of “pirates” or “criminals.”

  “Owo, owo…”

  “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 tw workers to roll them on carts, were brought forward. To everyone’s amazement, the shells bore humanoid faces, animated and lively like se 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 onball~~~”

  “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 uimate the Navy!”

  Three officers coats bearing the symbol of justice—a rear admiral and two anders—leapt from the deck, swords drawn.

  “BOOM… BOOM…”

  Their bined efforts deflected the shells, which exploded midair, redug their impabsp;

  “hew…”

  But before they could catch their breath, the whistling sound of ining projectiles pierced the air.

  More Homies shells were already inbound, as Sanjuan Wolf ughed 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 rge 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 wele gift just for you!”

  At the same time, Hajrudin and Witt joihe fray, sneering coldly as they grabbed Homies shells and hurled them relentlessly at the fleet.

  “BOOM… BOOM… BOOM…”

  The sea erupted with explosions, fmes, and chaos as the giants tiheir ferocious terattabsp;

  Bleam