Thousands of artillery fired from the Judiciary Island, and in the destructive flames of the Demon-Slaying Order, I was pierced through the chest by CP9's iron finger gun - when the whole ship was in despair, I chewed up the ancestral shipwright's fruit.
"Ship Soul Liberation·Mojia Machine City!"
The thousand-meter giant ship rose from the sea, its keel turned into a keel cannon, and its deck spread out into an armed and domineering net. Who says a shipwright can only repair ships? Every nail in this ark that carries the will of the Straw Hats is my realm of awakening!
Thousands of meters of sunlight penetrated the smoke, and I rang the ship's bell: I have changed my order on this Pluto! Marshal Warring States, even the red earth continent at your doorstep is within the scope of my shipyard. This legend of the master craftsman in the world of pirates starts from the water capital and follows the boat. It's so exciting!
