69novels Chapter 107 Landing! The Nameless Ancient Island!
Chapter 107 Landing! The Nameless Ancient Island!
Chapter 107 Landing! The Nameless Ancient Island!
After a moment of silence, Norton spoke.
How far is Wano Country?
Kro was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening and quickly checked the nautical chart.
"Uh... given our current route, Wano Country is located in the northwest, which is quite far. It will probably take us about fifteen days to sail there."
"What about Saint-Vermeu?"
"Further. To the southwest, at least twenty days."
Norton nodded.
"What about that nameless island?"
Kro looked down at the nautical chart, and when he looked up, his expression was somewhat complicated.
"It's very close. Heading northeast, it'll take about three days."
Norton didn't ask any more questions, leaning back in his chair and tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest.
To be honest, none of the three options are very good.
The territories of the Four Emperors, the fortresses of the World Government, and the monster dens are all formidable opponents.
But if I absolutely had to choose—
"The one that's closest."
He spoke.
Everyone was looking at him.
"King, there's a [something] on that island."
"I know, it's a monster..."
'
Norton interrupted Crowe, stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the calm sea outside.
"But it is precisely because of the monsters that no one dares to go. It is precisely because no one dares to go that the island's resources have remained untouched. An island that has never been exploited."
"Isn't this exactly what we need?"
He turned around and looked at the people in the room.
"Notify all squads to rest for one night and depart early tomorrow morning."
"Yes."
The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, the port of Thor Island began to bustle with activity.
Fifty-four ships weighed anchor in sequence, adjusted their sails, and prepared to depart.
The island's residents stood on the dock, watching the massive fleet slowly sail away.
The old man with gray hair stood at the front and bowed deeply.
In any case, now that the pirate crew is gone, they can finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Norton stood at the bow of the White Pearl, watching the island's silhouette gradually disappear into the distance.
Footsteps sounded behind me.
Nami walked up to him, holding the permanent log pointer in her hand.
"The course is fine. Just follow this pointer, and we'll arrive in three days."
Norton nodded.
"You don't seem too worried." Nami glanced at him. "There are monsters on that island."
Norton did not answer, but simply looked at the distant sea.
"Just a monster."
Three days after the fleet left Thor Island, the outline of the island finally appeared on the horizon.
Nami stood at the bow of the ship, the Log Pole in her hand trembling violently—more violently than ever before. Her face was slightly pale, and her lips were pressed into a thin line.
"That's the island." Kro stood beside her, adjusting his glasses. "No name, no records, only those two sentences from Morgans' intelligence: 'The lair of a prehistoric behemoth, those who enter face a nine-out-of-ten chance of death.'"
"
"I heard you."
Norton's voice came from behind him. He walked to the bow of the ship, put his hands in his pockets, and looked past the churning waves to the island that was becoming clearer and clearer.
That island is too big.
It stretches as far as the eye can see, a continuous expanse of dark green, like an ancient behemoth lying on the sea.
The mountains rise and fall like a spine, and the clouds and mist swirl like breaths. Occasionally, a huge black shadow sweeps through the clouds—the wingspan of that shadow is wider than that of the White Pearl.
"roar-
—
A deep roar came from the island, piercing through the roar of the waves and drilling straight into everyone's ears.
The voice carried a primal, wild sense of oppression, as if warning any creature that dared to approach.
On the deck, several young pirates instinctively took a step back.
"What is that thing...?" someone asked in a low voice.
No one answered him, and the atmosphere on the deck suddenly became tense.
Those veteran pirates who had been roaming the Grand Line for many years were now trembling slightly as they held their weapons.
Nami's face turned pale as she clutched Norton's sleeve. "Norton—should we go somewhere else?"
Norton did not answer. Standing at the bow, his gaze passed over the surging waves and landed on the island that was getting closer and closer.
"It's too late."
"
The words had barely left his mouth—
"boom!"
The scout ship at the very front of the fleet suddenly jolted, and a gigantic creature burst forth from the seabed, its massive jaws filled with fangs snapping shut on the ship's side!
What is that?!
It was larger than a warship, covered in dark brown scales, with a row of triangular bony plates on its back.
The most terrifying thing is its head—it has no eyes, only a huge mouth that takes up two-thirds of the entire head, with three rows of inward-curving fangs, each longer than a human arm!
"Fire! Fire!!"
The pirates on that ship frantically pulled the trigger, bullets striking the monster's scales and sending sparks flying, but not even leaving a white mark.
The monster suddenly shook its head, and the sailboat was completely overturned!
The pirates screamed as they fell into the sea, their blood instantly staining the surface red as more monsters surged from the seabed!
"On the shore! There are some on the shore too!!"
Someone pointed in alarm to the shore.
On the mist-shrouded beach, countless dark figures were rushing into the sea.
"All personnel, prepare for battle!!"
Kro's roar echoed throughout the fleet via Den Den Mushi.
But it was too late.
The first long-legged female monster charged onto the port side of the White Pearl.
It stands about five meters tall, with eight slender, long legs, each as straight as a bamboo pole, yet capable of supporting its massive body.
What's most terrifying is its camouflage—the surface of its legs is covered with bamboo-like patterns, and its color is exactly the same as the bamboo forest on the shore, making it difficult to distinguish even at close range.
"It's charging at us!"
Two pirates raised their guns and fired.
The bullet pierced the monster's leg, spurting out green fluid, but the monster didn't stop. It raised one of its forelegs and thrust it out like a spear—"Thud!"
The pirate's body was pierced through, and he hung on the monster's leg, his limbs still twitching.
The monster opened its mouth, and a tongue several meters long shot out, its tip barbed, instantly wrapping around the neck of another pirate and pulling hard!
The pirate didn't even have time to scream before he was dragged into that giant mouth full of fangs.
Click, click—
The sound of bones cracking came from the monster's mouth, and blood dripped from the corners of its mouth.
"Monster! Monster!!"
The surrounding pirates completely broke down, threw down their weapons, and turned to flee.
But the long-legged monster was faster—its eight legs exerted force simultaneously, and its massive body leaped up like a cannonball, landing among the fleeing pirates.
"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"
With three forelegs thrusting out simultaneously, the bodies of the three pirates were pinned to the deck, their limbs still twitching.
The long-legged monster lowered her head, extended her slimy tongue, and licked the first pirate who had been pierced. The barbs on her tongue instantly tore off a large piece of flesh, revealing the stark white ribs below.
Just then—
A dark blue-green blade flashed by!
The long-legged monster's three front legs were severed at the root! Green fluid gushed out like a fountain!
Zoro appeared beside the monster, and simultaneously sheathed his three swords: Wado Ichimonji, Sandai Kitetsu, and Yubashiri.
He glanced at the three corpses nailed to the deck, then looked at the monster that had lost its forelegs and was struggling on the deck.
"Disgusting stuff."
As soon as he finished speaking, the blade flashed again!
Three-Sword Style: Tiger Hunt!
Three slashes simultaneously pierced the monster's head!
The long-legged female monster didn't even have time to scream before its huge head flew off, splattering green fluid mixed with brain matter all over the ground.
Zoro sheathed his sword and turned to look at the other side—there, a giant spore mantis was trying to climb onto the ship's side.
It was larger than the Long-Legged Mother Monster, standing at fifteen meters tall, its body resembling a fallen, withered tree.
The bark texture, burls, and even the tree holes on the surface are so lifelike that anyone would mistake it for a piece of driftwood if it weren't moving.
At this moment, it was using its sickle-shaped forelimbs to hook onto the ship's side, trying to drag its entire body onto the deck. Several pirates were trying to cut its forelimbs with swords, but the serrations were too hard; the blades only produced a few sparks when they struck, not even leaving a mark.
"Get out of the way."
Ajin's voice came from behind.
The pirates hurriedly dodged.
Akin, carrying the heavy iron crutches, strode towards the ship's side. He looked at the monster climbing up, his face expressionless.
The spore mantis giant seemed to sense the danger. It opened its mouth and let out a sharp screech, a sound like metal scraping against glass, piercing the eardrums.
Immediately afterwards, it swung its right forelimb and slashed at Akin at the waist!
Ajin raised his right iron crutch and thrust it forward, the tip of the crutch precisely landing in the center of his sickle-shaped forelimb.
"Snap!"
The forelimb, thicker than a person's waist, shattered in the middle! Fragments scattered in all directions, and green fluid gushed out.
The spore mantis giant let out a shrill scream, its massive body losing its balance and falling backward.
But before it could fall into the sea, Akin's second strike arrived—a sweeping sledgehammer in his left hand slammed heavily onto the monster's head!
Boom! !
The dull thud was like a heavy hammer hitting wet mud. The monster's head caved in, its eyeballs bursting out of their sockets, and green fluid and brain matter gushing from its seven orifices.
His body stiffened for a moment, then he crashed into the sea, splashing up waves several meters high.
Ajin put away his iron crutch, glanced down at the green slime clinging to the tip, and turned to walk toward the next battlefield.
On the other side, on the ship where El was, the battle was even more bloody.
That lone reef bull demon was larger than any other monster—over ten meters tall and nearly twenty meters long, like a moving small mountain.
Its body was covered with a thick, bluish-gray skin, and its back was covered with moss and ferns. Two giant horns extended forward from the top of its head, each three meters long, and the ends forked into three sharp spikes.
At this moment, it was lowering its head and frantically ramming the hull with its massive horns. With each impact, the ship shook violently, and cracks appeared on the wooden planks of the hull.
"Stop it! We can't let it sink the ship!"
Several pirates rushed to the ship's side and fired their muskets at it.
The bullet struck its thick skin, leaving only a few faint white spots.
The Lone Reef Bull Demon didn't even feel pain. It simply raised its head, glanced at the pirates with its murky eyes, and then continued to ram its way down.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The ship began to list, and seawater rushed in through the cracks.
El rushed to the ship's side, looked at the enormous creature, and took a deep breath. His body began to swell, his bones cracked, and his muscles bulged.
Then, roaring, it leaped off the ship and crashed onto the back of the Lone Reef Bull Demon!
El and the Lone Reef Bull Demon wrestled in the seawater, with the Lone Reef Bull Demon desperately shaking its body, trying to throw El off its back.
But El's hands dug deep into the flesh of its back, and blood flowed down from between its claws, staining a large area of seawater red.
The Lone Reef Bull Demon let out a painful roar and suddenly sank into the water!
The sea churned, bubbles rose, and blood spread.
Everyone held their breath, staring at the churning sea.
Ten seconds. Twenty seconds. Thirty seconds.
boom!
The sea exploded!
El leaped out of the water, his hands gripping tightly one of the giant horns of the Lone Reef Bull Demon—a horn he had broken off entirely!
His body was covered in wounds, and blood dripped from his fur, but his eyes remained bright.
Behind them, the corpse of the Lone Reef Bull Demon slowly rose to the surface of the water, its massive body resembling a floating island.
On its head, only one of the two giant horns remained, and where the other horn was, there was only a bloody hole.
El landed on the deck, panting heavily. He looked at the floating corpse, then at the three-meter-long giant horn in his hand, and his lips twitched slightly.
"————Such hard horns."
The most bizarre battlefield is on the other side of the Thriller Bark.
"Hehehehe—That's interesting. It's really interesting."
Moria stood at the bow of the ship, watching a swarm of skeletal reptiles charge towards him, his face bearing that signature smile.
The skeletal reptiles were not large, the largest being only five or six meters long, but there were a great many of them, at least twenty.
They have no eyes, their heads are shaped like an inverted triangle, and their mouths are filled with inward-curving fangs.
The most terrifying thing is that their tongues can be several meters long, as flexible as snakes, and the tip of the tongue has barbs.
The lead skeletal reptile opened its mouth, its tongue shooting out straight at Moria's face!
Moria waved his hand gently.
The tongue stopped in mid-air.
No, it didn't stop—it was grabbed by something.
Before Moriah, a dark shadow was writhing, twisting and stretching like a living thing. It was his shadow.
Immediately afterwards, Moria flicked his finger.
The dark shadow suddenly expanded, instantly transforming into a gigantic black monster larger than all the skeleton crawlers combined. It opened its massive, dark maw and lunged at the swarm of skeleton crawlers!
The skeleton reptiles hissed in terror and turned to flee.
But it was too late.
The shadows swallowed them up.
Three seconds later, the shadow disappeared.
The group of skeleton crawlers stood still, motionless.
Moria withdrew his shadow and licked his lips.
"Hehehehe—it tastes good."
The battle lasted a full ten minutes.
When the last giant swamp squid had its head smashed by Steel Hand's punch and slowly sank to the bottom of the sea, the surface of the ocean finally calmed down.
But that silence was stained with blood.
A dozen or so corpses lay scattered across the deck of the White Pearl, some pierced through, some torn apart, and some swallowed whole and then vomited up. More corpses floated in the sea—human and monstrous, indistinguishable from one another.
The survivors stood there, some trembling, some sobbing softly, and some bending over and vomiting while holding onto the ship's railing.
Kro adjusted his glasses, his eyes behind the lenses as cold as ice. He strode across the deck, taking stock of the casualties.
"Ship No. 3: 11 dead, 23 wounded."
"Ship No. 7: 8 dead, 17 injured."
"Ship No. 12 — completely sunk, with no survivors."
It was already evening when the fleet slowly approached the shore.
The sunlight was blocked by thick clouds, leaving only a dim, yellowish ray of light that peeked through the gaps and fell on the blood-red beach.
The waves crashed against the rocks, whipping up layers of white foam, pushing the corpses of monsters and pirates to the shore and then dragging them back into the sea.
The survivors landed on gangplanks, their steps unsteady, their faces pale. Some had their boots submerged in the seawater, and when they were lifted out, the soles were stained with dark red blood.
Chopper was already running on the beach.
The little blue-nosed reindeer, carrying a medical kit bigger than itself on its back, weaved among the wounded, constantly calling out, "Make way! Please make way! There are seriously wounded here!"
The doctor followed closely behind, quickly setting up a makeshift medical station on the beach. Bandages, hemostatic drugs, scalpels—one by one, the instruments were laid out.
The wounded were carried over; some had lost a leg, some had their chests pierced, and some had their abdomens torn open with their intestines sticking out.
"Hemostats!"
"Bandages! More bandages!"
"This person has gone into shock! Quickly, give him a blood transfusion!"
Chopper stood beside a severely wounded soldier, his two front paws pressed against the man's chest, the wound still gushing blood that wouldn't stop. Something welled up in his eyes, but his voice remained resolute: "Hold on! You must hold on!"
The wounded soldier glanced at it, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but his hand suddenly fell down and his eyes slowly closed.
Chopper froze, looking down at the hands, the blood-stained bandages, and the lifeless face.
"----sorry."
This is the scene that Fu Ning saw when she squeezed through the crowd.
Her face was pale, her lips pressed together. But she didn't stop; instead, she strode quickly past the wounded lying on the ground, past the busy doctors, and toward Norton.
Norton stood at the highest point of the beach, his back to everyone, looking at the mist-shrouded forest in the distance, his back as quiet as a statue.