Listening to the discussions among the Charlotte family members, Nicholas remained unfazed.
Meanwhile, Karasu, who was lurking in the distance observing the battlefield through the crows, was somewhat puzzled.
The enemy had amassed over twenty thousand troops on Cake Island, most of whom were Homies. Despite being mostly Homies, these troops were formidable fighters, and their sheer number posed a significant threat. As a revolutionary, Karasu knew well the implications of facing such a large force of fearless soldiers.
However, Nicholas seemed to be taking no action.
Karasu could understand the Charlotte family's pre-battle banter, as they needed time to set up their encirclement. But he couldn't comprehend Nicholas's apparent waste of time. Perhaps Nicholas had his own plans, and revealing himself could attract more trouble, given his identity.
With a mind to caution, but considering Nicholas's possible autonomy and his own precarious position, Karasu refrained from speaking up.
Having sailed the seas with Dragon for many years, Karasu had experienced all kinds of trials. But he never imagined that one day he'd be reduced to a mere spectator.
On the other side,
Although Katakurii was disdainful of using sheer numbers against Nicholas, he understood that it was necessary to minimize casualties among his siblings. Oven was a prime example; even Katakurii couldn't defeat him in a short time, yet Nicholas effortlessly dispatched Oven with a single blow.
Katakurii was ready to act.
"Hmm?"
Just as he was about to strike, his eyes flashed with red light, as if he had glimpsed the "future." His expression changed slightly.
At the same time,
"What are you waiting for, my dear brothers and sisters? Attack!!!"
"Don't worry about the lives of the 'disposable' soldiers; instead, make the most of their value. In this battle, we will not lose!!!"
As if foreseeing Nicholas being worn down by countless Homies, Perospero exclaimed excitedly.
"Arrogant words. It seems that being under Charlotte Linlin's protection has made you overlook your own weakness."
At the sudden appearance of a figure surrounded by silver lightning next to Perospero, a voice with distinct magnetism echoed unexpectedly in his ears.
The abruptness of the voice caught Perospero off guard, leaving him momentarily stunned.
Turning somewhat stiffly, he saw a figure enveloped in silver lightning materialize next to him.
"So fast!?"
The crew members and soldiers who had arrived with him were equally taken aback, their faces filled with astonishment.
Only Katakurii's eyes showed a hint of concern, as if he had already anticipated something.
"..."
Perospero's eyes trembled slightly. Then, almost instinctively, he swung his candy cane towards the figure next to him. A wave made of viscous candy materialized between them, separating them and pushing towards Nicholas.
"Albert Nicholas!!!"
Even as he struck, Perospero shouted Nicholas's name in horror.
Facing the wave of candy rushing towards him, Nicholas moved slightly, dodging Perospero's attack.
"Numerical advantage?"
"BOOM"
As the surrounding area was cleared by Nicholas, his emotionless eyes gradually returned to normal. With one foot planted on the prostrate Perospero's head, he looked around at the astonished Charlotte family members and the grim-faced Big Mom.
With a smirk, Nicholas said, "So what now?"
"..."
Suddenly, the once-booming army lying on the ground made the situation extremely delicate.
One could even faintly hear the sound of the Big Mom Pirates' morale decreasing by 500.
"Damn..."
Seeing the chaotic scene around him, Charlotte Daifuku trembled slightly. His eyes quickly scanned the fallen soldiers and the Homies, which had turned into empty shells without souls.
Originally, they could have slowly worn down Nicholas's stamina with their overwhelming numerical advantage. Then, they could have used the fighting prowess of the Charlotte family to gradually defeat Nicholas.
Who would have thought that Nicholas would instantly wipe out their tens of thousands of troops with just one glance?
This completely shattered their original battle plan, and it meant they had to engage Nicholas in direct combat.
Thinking about this, the faces of the Charlotte family's children became as dark as if water could drip from them.
Only Cracker, with his huge pressure, stared coldly at Nicholas, saying, "The vacant troops will be filled by me!"
"Hmm?"
Upon hearing this, Nicholas looked at Cracker, then nodded and said, "Indeed, your ability to continuously produce biscuit soldiers is somewhat troublesome, but..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Nicholas's figure had already appeared in front of Cracker. Then, he kicked Cracker without hesitation.
"I can simply solve the problem by getting rid of you."
Boom!
Caught off guard, Cracker was sent flying by Nicholas's kick, and a huge gap was kicked open in his massive body.