Heavy Armored cha…
Long ago, when resources on Bika were scarce, the ancestors of the Lunarian tribe began experinting with the design of heavy industrial robots.
Unlike the small, fragile automatons used for minor tasks, these colossal machines possessed strength enough to move mountains.
They beca indispensable for mining and resource gathering.
As resources grew plentiful, one Lunarian ancestor took things further. Using the industrial models as a base, he began constructing war machines.
Enel rembered reading in old records: because of this very act, the other tribes of Birka ca to despise the Lunarians.
They believed that if the Lunarians completed such weapons, they would spark wars, plunging Birka into chaos and ruin.
From then on, the Lunarians were branded as a race of evil.
And over ti, their very appearance changed—
The wings that once symbolized peace turned black, their bodies infused with the ability to command fire itself.
Centuries passed, and the Lunarians beca a taboo subject.
But as Bika's resources finally dried up, those self-righteous races who once reviled them returned—this ti, begging for a way to leave their dying world.
At the ti, Bika's science was insufficient to achieve such a feat.
The only ones capable of building a vessel to escape… were the very Lunarians they had once condemned.
Faced with extinction, the other tribes compromised. They cooperated with the Lunarians to construct the great Ark.
As the work continued, the truth beca clear: the Lunarians were nothing like the evil legends described. Their technology surpassed all others.
Gradually, cooperation gave way to Lunarian leadership.
It was said that the war machines were built during this very period, while the Ark was under construction. Ironically, it was the so-called "peaceful" Bikans themselves who first proposed the idea.
For when they left their holand, they brought only their minds and their science. Unlike the Lunarians, their bloodlines hadn't been altered—they were fragile, defenseless, nothing like the self-proclaid "race of gods."
Driven by envy, that Lunarian ancestor went further, attempting to create a way for anyone to gain powers.
Through countless experints, he finally succeeded—producing radiant spheres of energy, like orbs of light.
When consud, these "light orbs" granted abilities. At first, the user had to shape the power with imagination alone.
From then on, Bika entered a new age of prosperity—and began its great exodus.
Those orbs… were the earliest prototypes of Devil Fruits.
On the Ark, Enel's eyes burned with emotion as he gazed upon the colossal cha. His vision blurred, tears welling.
He had spent years chasing after this—yet what he sought had been in the Blue Sea all along.
ROOOOAAARRR!!
A thunderous cry split the skies. Enel's head snapped up, and his heart nearly stopped at the sight.
From the distant island, a golden figure soared into the heavens.
"Wh–what…? Ghidorah!!!"
The creature's three heads glead in the sunlight, and Enel's eyes went wide with shock.
He had thought seeing the heavy cha was fortune beyond asure.
But this? To witness the legendary beast itself?
If the Bikan records were true, this monster had existed since ancient tis.
Which ant… this was the very being their bloodline descended from.
A feverish heat rushed through Enel's veins. His body trembled with a wild, ancestral excitent. He wanted nothing more than to rush forward, to ask what had truly happened when Birka first ca to this world.
But then—
WHRRRRMMMM!!
The massive airborne fortress rumbled.
The heavy-armored cha stirred.
With a roar of fla, the towering machines lifted into the sky. Their scythe-like wings snapped open, fire blasting from their backs as they surged forward.
Mid-flight, the giants drew the massive blades sheathed in their spines. From ten thousand ters away, they swung.
Three titanic slashes tore through the air.
The sea exploded.
Where the blades fell, three colossal trenches ripped open, carving from surface to seabed, each over ten thousand ters deep.
For a mont, the ocean fell silent, vacuud dry. Then the waters crashed back in, erupting in roaring torrents that dragged entire warships down into the abyss.
"Help!! Sobody save !!"
"AAHHHH!!"
Panic consud the fleet. Chaos erupted.
But then, a cold, commanding voice rang out:
"Ice Age!"
In an instant, the raging sea froze solid.
A glacial tide swept across the waters, sealing the ocean into a continent of ice. Even the Sea Kings beneath were caught mid-swim, locked in crystal prisons.
"It's Aokiji! Admiral Aokiji is here to support us!!"
Cheers burst out across the fleet as sailors recognized the tall figure in a long coat standing calmly on the ice.
"Ahh… what a pain," Aokiji muttered, tilting his head, peering over his sunglasses at the frozen expanse.
In the past, Ice Age could only freeze a few ters of ocean surface.
But this ti… the entire sea had been locked down.
His power had grown.
And now, standing atop this endless glacier, he was immovable—an unshakable force of nature.
Yet the danger had not passed. The three cha still hovered overhead, blades gleaming.
Then, another deep, rumbling voice resounded.
"Gravity Blade!"
The heavens convulsed.
With a roar of fla, two blazing teors plumted through the clouds, their trajectory drawn straight toward the airborne cha.
The pull of gravity dragged the titans down, forcing them toward the frozen sea.
The cha retaliated, their giant blades flashing. Three massive slashes shot forth, shattering the teors midair.
"Humph. A pile of scrap tal dares stand before ?"
A booming, domineering voice followed.
Then—a figure leapt forward, faster than the eye could track, placing himself directly in front of the cha.
One hand gripped a massive naginata.
The other, clenched into a fist wrapped in shimring air bubbles.
CRACK… CRACKLE… CRASH!
The sound of breaking glass rippled through the air. The very space around the cha twisted and warped.
"Th–that's… Whitebeard…"
Voices across the fleet faltered, sailors trembling.
One na echoed through the seas.
BOOOM!!
CRACK-CRASH!!
Whitebeard's quake powers detonated. The glacier split apart. The heavy-armored cha shuddered, groaning under the unbearable strain—
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