"Huh?"
What appeared before Judge was truly a scene that caused immense surprise.
The messenger had already walked about halfway down the grand road.
His presence split the grand road leading to the Germa Kingdom's throne into two halves.
In front of the messenger were countless Germa 66 clone soldiers, ready for battle. They held their weapons, maintaining high morale, and were executing Vinsmoke Judge's orders at all costs.
Behind the messenger were countless defeated Germa 66 clone soldiers.
They were either completely dead or had lost the ability to continue fighting.
In short, with the messenger's position as the dividing line, two completely different scenes appeared within the Germa Kingdom.
Just moments ago, several clone soldiers had joined forces, barely managing to suppress the messenger for a brief moment.
But just as a clone soldier circled behind the messenger, intending to launch a surprise attack, an even stranger situation occurred.
The blade in the clone soldier's hand suddenly dropped to the ground. The entire soldier knelt down, as if greatly startled, their heart already filled with fear.
What in the world happened?
Judge narrowed his eyes, carefully observing the current situation.
In front of the messenger, on the path his feet had not yet trod, the clone soldiers still maintained high morale, steadfastly carrying out Germa 66's orders.
Behind the messenger, in addition to the soldiers defeated in reality, there were many soldiers who had attempted to ambush him from behind, now in a state of immobility.
It was as if they were being suppressed by Conqueror's Haki!
Conqueror's Haki?
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
Judge had managed Germa 66 on this sea for many years, seen countless masters, and never heard of any Conqueror's Haki user capable of such a feat.
"Causing the ground he walks on to be covered by Conqueror's Haki"?
—This preposterous conclusion was something Judge, the "scientist," could never believe.
But the facts indeed seemed to be this way.
The current situation truly proved it!
...
The messenger continued to step forward.
He knocked down clone soldiers one after another with his wooden sword.
The techniques he used were somewhat crude, not even worthy of being called proper moves.
But those extremely simple sword moves, combined with the messenger's extreme speed and precision, achieved a power comparable to the world's top swordsmen!
He moved forward step by step, seemingly "patiently" expanding his territory inch by inch.
Suddenly, a clone soldier rushed forward desperately, swinging his battle axe with all his might, splitting the messenger's wooden sword in two.
But what he didn't expect was that the messenger actually grabbed the broken blade and used it as a short sword, swinging it sideways at him!
Bang!
After the clone soldier was hit by the "short sword," he finally remembered.
Oh, right.
It was just a wooden item; what difference did it make even if it was broken? He could still hold it and use it!
The messenger, with a broken sword in one hand and a broken blade in the other, readjusted his stance.
This time, due to wielding weapons in both hands, the messenger's stance was more condensed, but the astonishing aura he exuded was still chilling!
...
"Hey, hey, what are you guys doing!"
The clone soldiers not far away couldn't sense the messenger's presence, so they only saw the messenger advancing while their own men were retreating.
"If this keeps up, the formation will be ruined!"
The clone soldiers in the rear had never encountered such a situation.
They were the army of Germa 66, experts in warfare, the symbol of "terror" in the North Blue!
How could they now be performing worse than a third-rate army?
Look at the messenger's back; it's completely open, so why isn't anyone attacking!
Could it be that they were too unlucky, and everyone responsible for that area had been defeated?
Thinking this, several clone soldiers immediately took to the air, and according to the pre-rehearsed plan, filled the offensive gap in the direction of the messenger's back.
But as their bodies crossed the messenger's midline and reached his back, the "strange situation" occurred.
They immediately felt a strange chill in their hearts, and their bodies began to become uncontrollable.
Many of them knelt on the ground, gasping for breath, and some even fainted!
"This... this is..."
Clone soldiers are not robots; they have their own memories and cognition, so some were astonished by the current situation.
"This is Conqueror's Haki?! And is there such a type of Conqueror's Haki!"
...
Hearing the clone soldiers' shouts, Judge also confirmed his conjecture.
It was indeed Conqueror's Haki, and a very special kind!
The ground he had not yet stepped on was safe, while the ground he had already stepped on was enveloped by Conqueror's Haki.
This Conqueror's Haki, with its peculiar characteristic, was even more special than that of [Red-Haired] Shanks!
After all, [Red-Haired]'s Conqueror's Haki was merely so powerful that it could cause physical attacks.
But the messenger was different.
If Judge were to make an analogy, it could even be said to be a "land-devouring" ability!
...
Judge watched the messenger continue to stride forward.
Behind the messenger, in what should have been Germa Kingdom's territory, there was no longer a single clone soldier who could stand up...
"We can't let this continue!"
A strong sense of crisis suddenly arose in Judge's heart.
He understood that the Germa 66 clone soldier legion could no longer stop the messenger's advance. If he waited for the messenger to reach him, the Germa Kingdom's fighting strength would likely suffer heavy losses.
The Germa Kingdom could not afford such losses!
Therefore, even though it went against his pride, Judge quickly made up his mind.
He suddenly reached out, grabbed a heavy spear from a nearby weapon rack, then stomped on the ground with both feet and leaped from the throne into the sky.
Then, he plummeted straight down!
Boom!
Judge's imposing figure crashed to the ground, right in front of the messenger!
The messenger looked at Judge, then back at the path he had walked, and grinned at the man before him.
"My path isn't finished yet."
"It's fine to stop here."
Judge's expression was grim. He carefully sized up the man before him and asked again, "Who are you?"
Despite not having Armament Haki or Observation Haki, he possessed speed and precision that could compensate for both, and also such a strange variant of Conqueror's Haki...
Such a person couldn't be unknown on this sea!
The messenger nodded slightly, not showing impatience at Judge's question, and repeated:
"You can call me Messenger. I am from the Four Seas Alliance."
This time, Judge finally found the problem.
The man before him hadn't said he was a messenger from the Four Seas Alliance, but rather claimed to be Messenger—from the Four Seas Alliance!
It was a matter of order.
He already had the name "Messenger," and he just happened to be from the Four Seas Alliance!
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