Chapter 280: Chapter 280: El's Children Current Strength
"Charge—"
"Damn invaders!"
"Shimotsuki Kouzaburou, you traitors!"
"Kill them all!"
Clang! Clang!
Boom! Boom!
"Arghhh—"
The battlefield before the Flower Capital was a scene of utter chaos. Shouts, curses, and the clash of steel rang out ceaselessly amidst explosions and bloodshed.
Suddenly, a formidable samurai wielding a haki-infused sword slashed through two advancing Lizard Homies with sheer might. Radiating killing intent, he prepared to charge forward—
Zzzzt—
A flash of lightning erupted. In the samurai's path stood a small figure, around five meters tall. This child-like form, glowing with crackling electricity and sporting a pair of wings, was Thor. Eyes brimming with excitement, he looked down at the much shorter samurai, who barely reached two meters.
"Hey, samurai! I'll be your opponent!"
"A child?" The samurai's pupils contracted in shock, but his expression quickly hardened.
With a roar, the samurai swung his pitch-black blade down mercilessly.
"Die!!"
Clang!!
Sparks flew.
"What?!"
The samurai froze, disbelief twisting his features. Thor stood unscathed; the blade had failed to cut him. At that very moment, another samurai attacked from the side, his sword infused with haki and aimed at Thor's neck.
Clang!!
The second blade shattered upon impact.
"Impossible… How can this be?!"
The samurai's voice trembled as he stared at his broken weapon.
"You're all so weak!"
Thor tilted his head nonchalantly and flexed his neck. Grabbing both blades in his small, glowing hands, he sneered:
"These don't even hurt… Dad said for weaklings like you, 30 million volts is enough."
His fingers tightened like iron clamps on the hilts, immobilizing the swords.
"But I'll try 50 million volts!"
Zzzzt! Zzzzt!
Terrifying currents of electricity surged through the swords, racing into the two samurai.
"Ahhhhhh!!"
Their screams of agony filled the air. Within moments, they collapsed, scorched and lifeless.
"Ishihara!!" another samurai cried, his face contorted with rage. Seeing his fallen comrades, his eyes turned red. Roaring in fury, he gripped his blade and sprinted toward Thor.
"Damn invader!!"
"Huh?" Thor raised an eyebrow, focusing his bright, electric gaze on the approaching samurai.
"Divine Judgment!!"
Thor's right hand transformed into pure lightning, unleashing a massive pillar of thunder that tore through the battlefield.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The blinding column of lightning obliterated the samurai and continued onward, ripping through the ground. Nearby samurai and even some Lizard Homies were caught in the blast. The Lizard Homies, once somewhat insulated, had been modified with metallic components via the Nomi Nomi no Mi. Unable to resist the electricity, they were engulfed by intense heat and lightning.
"That kid…"
"What kind of monster is he?!"
"It's Thor-sama!"
"Your Highness, don't go overboard!"
Soldiers and commanders watched Thor's display in stunned disbelief, the battlefield illuminated by his electric fury. Enemies and allies alike, including warriors such as Shimotsuki Ushimaru, flinched as cold sweat ran down their backs.
"No wonder Lord El sent the pregnant women to the future…" Shimotsuki Ushimaru sighed deeply, his face a mixture of awe and dread. "Monsters like this… They're not human."
After all, Thor, the eldest son of the Kukulkan family, was only five years old. For other Lunarians, the sheer gap in talent would not only disappoint their parents—it would instill a profound sense of inadequacy within any siblings.
"Thor, you idiot!"
At that moment, Gerd, now standing at her usual five or six meters, knocked Thor on the head. "Look at what you did—you hit our own side, you big dummy!"
Fortunately, Gerd had honed her Soul-Soul Fruit abilities to an extraordinary degree. Whether it was newly deceased lifeforms or destroyed Homies soldiers, she could reclaim their souls and repurpose them. In other words, the true losses were only the raw materials enhanced by the Nomi Nomi Fruit.
"Sorry! Sorry! I won't do it that hard next time!" Thor looked around at the destruction he caused, his face filled with guilt like a scolded child. Even so, he felt a little aggrieved. He hadn't expected the enemies to be so weak—they couldn't even withstand his lightest attack. He'd only followed his father's instructions and lightly channeled his lightning. He hadn't used even a fraction of his true power!
"Roar—"
A thunderous beastly roar echoed across the battlefield. A massive figure emerged, shrouded in dark mist. It had the head of a monkey, tiger claws, and the body of a lion. Its fiery fur blazed, adorned with dark wings and a mane of black flames. A venomous snake's tail flicked behind it, hissing menacingly. Suspended midair, as if riding on clouds, the creature was a sight from nightmares.
"What kind of monster is that?!"
"Wait… It looks like the legendary Great Demon—Nue!"
"That winged child… He's a sorcerer!"
Some enemy samurai recoiled in disbelief, while others recognized the creature as the Nue, a mythical beast from Wano's legends.
"Samurai… Go die!!"
With a roar, Frey—now in his Nue Beast Form—surged forward, soaring through the sky amid thunder and clouds. His terrifying howl transformed into lightning, blasting the samurai below.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
"Arghhh!"
Several unsuspecting samurai were instantly annihilated. More skilled warriors managed to evade and prepared to retaliate. But before they could strike:
Whoosh!
A wave of intense heat swept the battlefield. A massive bird, engulfed in blue flames, soared toward the samurai, its wings radiating unimaginable heat.
"Frey, you're too slow! Watch this!" The voice belonged to Sif, now in her Phoenix Form, diving into the enemy ranks.
"Damn it!"
"One-Sword Style: Swallow Rain!"
"Fox Style: Flame Slash!"
The samurai gritted their teeth and launched fierce counterattacks, their haki-infused blades flashing as they struck the flaming bird.
Clang! Clang!
Their blades bounced harmlessly off Sif's blazing form.
"What?!" The samurai's faces paled.
Their swords, bolstered by their treasured haki, failed to scratch the phoenix's feathers. Instead, a sharp metallic ring echoed as though they had struck solid steel. For those wielding weaker blades, their swords snapped under the impact.
"What… What kind of fire is this?! Ghost flames?"
"Damn it! It won't go out!"
"Help! Arghhh—"
Blue flames clung to their bodies. Desperate, some rolled on the ground, others tried to bury themselves in dirt, but nothing extinguished the flames. They watched in horror as the fire consumed everything—clothes, flesh, bone—leaving only ash.
"It won't go out… It's burning through everything!"
"Save me! Save—"
Their cries were cut short as their bodies turned to ash, consumed by the unquenchable fire.
The battlefield descended into horror.
The sight of warriors being burned alive, rolling in agony before being reduced to charred husks, sent shivers through the ranks of their comrades.