The Strongest Lunarian in One Piece

"Woohoo—"

Before long, a towering figure spread his wings and soared into the sky, leaving Atlantis—the floating fortress of Totto Land—behind as he headed toward the first half of the Grand Line.

Beside him, a streak of electricity flickered, keeping pace with equal swiftness.

On his back, a five-meter-tall youthful figure clung tightly.

"Dal, have you no shame?"

Amid the crackling of lightning, Thor, the eldest of the Kukulkan family, flew alongside his father effortlessly, glaring unhappily at his younger brother, Dal, who was riding on El's back.

"You're already this big, and you're still clinging to Father like a child?"

"Shut up, Thor!" Dal snapped back, his golden eyes narrowing. "You talk big because you have the Rumble-Rumble Fruit—your flight is basically effortless! Unlike you, I don't have a Devil Fruit that lets me zoom across the sky!"

Thor rolled his eyes. "Oh, please, as if your Transfer-Transfer Fruit isn't broken beyond belief!"

Dal scoffed. "Sure, I can theoretically keep up, but constantly using instant teleportation drains a lot of stamina, all right?"

Unlike Thor and Sif, who had inherited monstrous strength from birth, Dal's talents lay elsewhere. With Three-Eyed Tribe blood from his mother and the combined Lunarian-Giant hybrid lineage from his father, Dal's physical endurance was leagues beyond that of most beings. Years of intense training under El's brutal regime had honed his body to monstrous levels. Even without using his Lunarian fire resistance or Armament Haki, normal swords and bullets would barely scratch him.

Still, traveling from Totto Land in the New World all the way to the G-1 Naval Fortress at the entrance of the Grand Line was no small feat. If he had to teleport constantly just to keep up with El and Thor, he might not have enough stamina left for any surprises.

"All right, enough arguing, you two." El chuckled, then turned to Thor. "I'm about to speed up. Keep up, son."

Thor grinned confidently. "No problem, Father! You might be stronger, but there's no way I'm losing when it comes to speed!"

El smirked. He knew just how ridiculous Thor's Rumble-Rumble Fruit speed could be.

"Good."

Without another word, El's head flames vanished—his signal for full-speed flight.

"SWOOSH!"

His massive form became a streak of light, rocketing forward.

"CRACKLE!"

Thor flashed into lightning, instantly catching up. Dal clung even tighter, gritting his teeth.

The three blurs tore across the sky at breakneck speed. By mid-afternoon, they arrived at G-1 Fortress, the Marine stronghold guarding the entrance to the New World.

El made no effort to suppress his immense aura, letting it wash over the fortress like a tidal wave. The entire base was thrown into chaos.

Above the fortress, Thor and Dal spread their jet-black wings, flanking their father—a looming trio of Lunarians, a waking nightmare for the Navy.

"Is that…?"

"IT'S FALLEN ANGEL EL!!"

"OH GOD—WHY IS THAT MONSTER HERE?!"

"WAIT! LOOK AT THE TWO WITH HIM!"

"They have silver-white hair… black wings… and flames behind their heads!"

"They look young, but… they're enormous!"

"There's no doubt—they're members of the Kukulkan family!"

"Damn it! Is he planning to attack G-1?!"

"ALERT! ALERT! INTRUDERS DETECTED!"

Sirens blared, and hundreds of Marines scrambled into formation, trembling as they stared at the three flying figures overhead. In the eyes of the Marines, one name was synonymous with destruction, slaughter, and absolute ruin—Fallen Angel El. He was no longer just a man; he had become a force of nature, a demon clad in human form, a walking cataclysm.

Every Marine base unlucky enough to draw his attention had been reduced to ruins or sunk beneath the waves. Very few had survived his wrath.

"Damn it… It's him!"

"Is he here because of the recent skirmishes?!"

The towering figure of El—his presence imposing and suffocating—descended before the G-1 Naval Fortress. Watching from below, two of the highest-ranking Marine officers present—Buddha Sengoku and Black Arm Zephyr, both candidates for Admiral—felt their expressions twist in dread.

"HUMMMMMM—"

A divine hum filled the air. Golden radiance exploded outward as an immense Buddha materialized, its form shining with divine power. Sengoku, the Buddha, stood tall, his colossal golden figure glaring across the battlefield at El.

With his teeth clenched, he roared, "FALLEN ANGEL EL! DO YOU SEEK WAR AGAINST THE WORLD GOVERNMENT?! DON'T THINK YOU CAN DO WHATEVER YOU WANT HERE!"

At his side, Zephyr—known as Black Arm—stood with steely determination. His entire left arm was coated in ice, releasing an aura of bone-chilling cold. His Haki-infused fists clenched, ready for battle.

Floating in midair, El barely spared them a glance. His jet-black wings beat once, sending a gust of wind across the battlefield as he descended lightly onto the ground. With a casual smile, he addressed the two Marine legends:

"Oh, no, no… this isn't about war. I just came here on a whim. But since I'm already here… I might as well get some warm-up exercise."

He slowly drew the massive broadsword from his back. The blade gleamed with an eerie, otherworldly light, its razor-sharp edge aimed directly at Sengoku and Zephyr.

With a calm, almost playful tone, El declared, "One attack. No matter whether you block it or not… I'll leave afterward."

"This bastard…!" Both Sengoku and Zephyr gritted their teeth. They were far from weak—in fact, they were two of the strongest Marines in existence. Sengoku, wielding the Mythical Zoan Fruit: Model Buddha, had immense wisdom, unparalleled willpower, and had even mastered advanced Conqueror's Haki infusion.

Yet despite their power… they remembered what had happened to G-5 Fortress. And they knew—whether they blocked his attack or not, massive destruction was inevitable.

"WHOOSH—"

The moment they blinked, El's entire body shifted. His flesh twisted and morphed; his presence grew more monstrous. A golden pair of horns sprouted from his forehead. His face contorted into a terrifying visage, sharp fangs gleaming in the light. His muscles expanded, his limbs and torso now covered in dark, glistening scales. From his back, a pair of massive blue wings unfurled.

Most terrifying of all—a golden ribbon of flames wrapped around his body, swirling like a divine serpent of fire. The transformation shook the air itself.

Sengoku and Zephyr stared in shock.

"That form…!"

"Could it be…?!"

They had seen something like this before.

El's Devil Fruit had fully awakened.

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