Emissary—
Vinsmoke Gage didn't know why this man from the Four Seas Alliance called himself an "Emissary."
But at this moment, there was one thing he was certain of.
This was a "war"!
A war that the Germa Kingdom should have led, but which was preempted by the "Emissary"!
The moment the Emissary's feet touched the soil of the Germa Kingdom, the call to war had already sounded...
...
Three clone soldiers were dispatched by the Emissary's short stick.
One of them was sent flying by the Emissary's stick, crashing through several walls before finally stopping.
Whoosh!
Seeing this, all the clone soldiers on the entire road unsheathed their weapons.
Some people nearby had their hands on their waist blades, others drew their bows in the distance, and some locked their gun sights onto the Emissary's head.
They were all waiting.
Waiting for their master, Vinsmoke Gage, to give the order, and they would strike immediately, killing the man who called himself the "Emissary" on the spot!
As expected, Gage did not hesitate at all and immediately gave the order—
Kill him at once!
The clone soldiers received the order and began their respective actions.
They did not rush forward; that would be mere bluster from amateur pirates.
No matter how many there were, as long as the Emissary retreated to a corner, he would face at most three attackers at a time.
If too many people attacked at once, it would be disadvantageous to the attackers.
Moreover, judging by the Emissary's performance just now, he was fully capable of fighting three opponents alone, and even doing so with ease!
Therefore, the clone soldiers did not adopt the reckless tactic of rushing forward, but instead utilized their greatest advantage.
That was "coordination"!
Flawless, unreserved, perfect coordination!
This was something only clone soldiers who completely followed the Vinsmoke family's orders and had no personal selfish motives could achieve!
...
Thump... thump... thump...
The Emissary's footsteps continued forward.
He held the wooden short stick, humming an unknown little tune, and walked slowly.
The Emissary first walked past the three fallen clone soldiers, and his figure officially appeared within the sight of the remaining clone soldiers.
Under the gaze of nearly ten thousand clone soldiers, the Emissary continued to advance.
Every step was steady.
Suddenly—
Two swordsmen, holding sharp blades, stepped forward and attacked the Emissary from both sides of the road, left and right.
The blades swept horizontally from both directions simultaneously, aiming to cleave the Emissary into four pieces!
But what greeted them was still the short stick in the Emissary's hand.
The Emissary held the short stick in front of him, precisely at the intersection of the two blades.
With a crisp "ding," the short stick deflected both blades.
At the same time, the rhythm of the Emissary's footsteps did not change at all; he continued to advance slowly, one step at a time.
But his upper body suddenly moved.
He clenched his right hand on the short stick and swung it left and right twice in succession.
The short stick first struck the clone soldier on the left, then the one on the right.
And before the clone soldiers on both sides were sent flying, the short stick swung again to the left, delivering a second blow to the clone soldier on the left's body, and the same for the right.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Four dull thuds sounded in rapid succession in a very short period.
The two clone soldiers were then sent flying to the left and right, hitting many onlookers.
But that was the terrifying part about the clone soldier army.
To achieve their goals, they did not care about comrades, or even their own lives!
This had nothing to do with "dehumanization"; it was their "destiny" to be this way.
Therefore, after the two clone soldier swordsmen were sent flying by the short stick, a sniper in the distance immediately aimed at the Emissary's head and pulled the trigger!
Bang!
The heavy sniper rifle let out a violent shot, and a specially made lethal bullet sped through the barrel toward the Emissary.
But when the clone sniper's gaze returned to the scope, intending to confirm the Emissary's condition, his view through the scope was suddenly filled with a "massive object."
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the wooden short stick that had sent several clone soldiers flying!
The Emissary directly threw out the wooden short stick in his hand. The stick flew in the direction from which the bullet had come, colliding head-on with the deadly projectile.
Bang!
At that moment, the wooden short stick was shattered into countless pieces by the bullet, but the bullet's direction was also forcibly changed by the force from the stick.
Whoosh!
The bullet slid past, missing the Emissary. It grazed his robe and hit the ground with a "bang," creating a small hole in the stone bricks.
"Tsk... I've been noticed, have I?"
The sniper clicked his tongue, secretly marveling at the Emissary's counter-measures. At the same time, out of instinct as an excellent sniper, he planned to immediately relocate.
But at that moment, the Emissary, who was still far away, suddenly lifted the long robe on his back and drew out a wooden recurve bow and a wooden arrow from beneath it.
The sniper watched with his own eyes as the Emissary nocked the wooden arrow onto the bowstring and then drew the bowstring taut.
"Not good!"
An extremely bad feeling surfaced in the sniper's heart. The bone-chilling coldness made the sniper dare not linger and he immediately jumped off the roof of the house he was on.
Almost at that very instant, the wooden arrow in the Emissary's hand shot out!
The sniper was still a step too slow and was hit in the ankle by the arrow, letting out a scream and falling from a height to the ground.
But... it wasn't over yet!
Or rather, no Germa 66 clone soldier would violate Gage's orders solely out of "inner fear."
Their attack continued!
A tall clone soldier in heavy armor, holding a heavy war hammer, charged at the Emissary from the side.
Protected by special heavy armor, the tall clone soldier was not afraid of blunt weapons or wooden arrows!
He simply swung his war hammer and brought it down fiercely on the Emissary.
Whoosh!
The war hammer whistled through the air.
The Emissary retracted the wooden bow from his hand and placed it on his back. Instead, he took out a short stick from under his long robe, along with an "axe."
Of course, this "axe" was also made of wood.
If it were just a short stick and arrows, it would have been one thing. Those items, even if made of wood, would have had some destructive power.
But an axe...
Especially a short-handled, two-handed battle axe.
Its wooden construction made it not sturdy and very light, unable to injure someone by its weight.
The axe blade was not sharpened and looked very rough, unable to cut through targets.
A weapon like this was, at best, a child's toy and would look ridiculously out of place on a real battlefield.
...
Ridiculous.
Yes, it was indeed ridiculous when the wooden axe appeared.
But when the Emissary, wielding the axe, leaped into the air at almost imperceptible speed and split the heavy armor with the axe, cleaving the tall clone soldier in two...
It was no longer ridiculous.
A faint, inexplicable chill was spreading across the land of the Germa Kingdom.
That chill was called "fear."
"Fear" brought by the "Emissary" from the Four Seas Alliance.
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