The pirates sat and forgot, and they really believed the nine truths and one lie.

Since Fergaland Shamrock had spoken so firmly and narrowed the path, and Franky abandoned the last bit of mercy in his electronic brain and killed Shanks's biological brother, Captain Luffy should not blame him.

At this time, the Vegapunks who were trapped in the metal cage could watch the tense atmosphere of the battlefield through the gaps in the cage. The battle of Egghead Island was about to break out.

Before that, the clones withdrew their attention and stared at Vegapunk sitting in the corner, trying to find the answers they wanted from the old man's face.

"Vegapunk, it turns out you don't even trust your own people. You're really an old bastard." Lilith crossed her arms across her chest. The situation of the people in front of her was mostly caused by her original body.

Why not study something else but hide away and study the anti-life equation? No wonder the progress of the experiment has been delayed again and again. It turns out that he has never paid attention to the Seraph Project.

Vegapunk stuck out his tongue helplessly and said, "If I say there is no theoretical model, will you believe me?"

Everyone looked at Vegapunk with suspicion. No matter what the original said, the clones would not believe it. The original had kept it a secret from everyone.

"Vegapunk, you didn't put the theoretical model into the punk records. Are we so untrustworthy?"

Edison's voice sounded a little aggrieved. Originally, they were close comrades-in-arms, but now it seemed that there was a thick barrier between them, and the original body had always treated them as outsiders.

It is true that York's betrayal was unexpected to the clones, but this hidden danger has been resolved. Could it be that just because of a moment of distrust, the original body has completely become estranged from the clones?

Atlas grabbed the gap in the fence with both hands and tried with all his strength for a long time, but he still couldn't pry the cage open at all. "Stop fighting among yourselves and find a way to escape quickly!"

Zhan Taowan sat next to Vegapunk, covering his wound. Facing everyone's questioning of the boss, the security captain remained silent. He just stared at Vegapunk calmly.

Vegapunk is Zhan Taomaru's benefactor. He will not deny any decision of his benefactor as long as the old man is happy. He misses Uncle Kizaru a little bit now. How great it would be if the Navy Admiral could come to save them!

As the most upright of the six clones, Shakya did not emotionally question the original body like Lilith did. He was thinking about how many unknown conspiracies were hidden in the attack on Egghead Island.

Where did those two powerful silicon-based life forms get the news that their main bodies were almost complete and that they could transform into a theoretical model of anti-life?

Saint Somaz, as a close surveillance officer, did not know such important information, and the clones who lived with them day and night did not know where the Transformers got the news from.

And is the news really accurate?

Just as the other clones and experimenters were about to continue to press for answers about the theoretical model of the anti-life equation, the battle between the God Riders and the Transformers officially began!

The crimson metal giant was completely consumed by rage. Franky's massive body trembled slightly due to the energy overload, and the hydraulic system emitted a sharp hiss, like a prehistoric mechanical beast whose reverse scale had been touched.

"For Teacher Tom"!!!

The roar mixed with the sound of bursting electricity shook the sky, and his huge right arm suddenly stretched back.

Accompanied by a series of powerful metal collisions and the loud sound of the hydraulic rod locking, the thick red armor plate on his back slid open to the sides, revealing the complex mechanical structure and energy conduction network inside.

The next moment, a darker, huge shadow, as if forged from solidified magma, was drawn out from his back.

It was a huge crimson metal sword, the blade almost as tall as half his height and as wide as a naval ship.

The sword blade is not sharpened, but it contains terrifying power that can crush everything purely by relying on mass and kinetic energy.

The complex patterns on the sword suddenly lit up under the infusion of energy, like lava flowing in the blood vessels.

No skills, no fancy moves, only the most primitive and violent blow!

Franky gripped the hilt of the sword (if that structure could be called a hilt) with both hands, pouring all the weight of his body and the instantaneous explosive force of the thrusters into this chop.

The giant sword tore through the air, making a piercing sonic boom like the howling of ghosts and gods, dragging a red afterimage, like a meteor falling to the ground, chopping towards the tiny figure Shamrock below!

This sword was meant to completely chop him and his arrogance into dust!

Faced with this devastating blow that seemed to be able to split mountains, the disgusting sneer on Shamrock's face remained unchanged.

He didn't even take a step back. Just at the moment when the deadly wind pressure brought by the giant sword blew his gorgeous clothes close to his body and his hair flew back wildly, Fegaland Shamrock moved.

There was a clear sound, not the sound of metal colliding, but the sound of him drawing his sword from its sheath.

A slender, gorgeous, and luxurious Western sword that matched his identity as a Celestial Dragon suddenly appeared in his hand.

Compared to the huge red sword like a door panel pressing down on his head, this Western sword was as thin as a toothpick.

Clang! It was this toothpick that Shamrock grasped with one hand at the moment the giant sword was about to strike him, blocking the sword's heaviest downward blow with incredible precision.

The expected scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere and the Western sword shattering instantly did not happen. Instead, a strange picture with great visual impact appeared.

The huge crimson sword, carrying immense power, was unexpectedly blocked by the tiny sword body and hovered above Shamrock's head.

The ground beneath Shamrock's feet collapsed with a loud bang, and spider-web-like cracks spread wildly, but his body, including the arm holding the sword, remained motionless like a rock.

He didn't even bend down, but just raised his head slightly, his cold eyes looking through the intersecting weapons, directly at Franky's violently flashing optical mirror above him.

Humans and Transformers, mortals and steel giants, at the level of pure power, in this counterintuitive moment, they actually presented a terrifying balance that was exactly the same.

"Franky, is this all you have?"

Shamrock's voice contained a hint of undisguised sarcasm.

Unlike that good-for-nothing Somaz Saint, Shamrock is a monster that has been carefully trained by his own father since he was a child, and his qualifications are similar to Shanks.

A pair of brothers who have embarked on different paths are both rare strong men in their respective fields. Franky realized that he had underestimated his opponents.

Shanks' brother was angered by Shamrock's few words. He was really good at manipulating people's hearts. "Shamrock, let me try, who is stronger between you and Shanks?"

Is Shanks, the Emperor of the Sea, stronger, or Shamrock, the Knight of God, stronger? Franky wants to test it for his captain today.