Chapitre 111: [111] Fog of War

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The carnage at the center had only gotten louder. Still, the same couldn't be said for another collision a few kilometers away concerning the Six Vices.

Gobbler the Gluttony had died, his guts slowly dripping out of his open stomach that had popped with the Evil Spirit's Emission Haki.

Thymos' broken staff was scattered around as the man himself was nailed to a boulder, his eyes lifeless, and his very soul had vanished.

Osca was a mess: his body was cut in half by Napoleon, Big Mom's sword, while his brain matter was present nearby.

Such a depressing sight erupted as the winds blew wild under heavy shockwaves.

"Ma-Ma-Mam-Ma!" Big Mom cackled. "You no longer interest me, Sleeping Demon!"

Ignavi, now Hakuba, was bloodied all over. His clothes were tattered, his right arm and an eye missing. Yet the smile glued to his face remained as his body moved on auto.

"Maybe if you were a rare species, I would keep you," The Evil Spirit mumbled to herself. "But you are just a normal one with a special inborn power... You can die now!"

With her words stated, she clad Napoleon in Haki as it shined in the moonlit night.

"Ikoku Sovereignty!"

The attack worthy to be dubbed the Spear of Elbaf rang out in a powerful shockwave. Ignavi persisted for a while until his body collapsed; the powerful attack ended his life as all of the Six Capital Vices had fallen!

Linlin hummed with slight fatigue: "Haaaah, I shouldn't have gotten impregnated before coming here… twins make it a little tiring."

Her eyes were drawn to the sudden spike in hell at the collapsing hillside.

…

[Elsewhere at the Same Time]

"AUGHHH!" a primal yell laced with Conqueror's Haki bellowed out.

*Thwack* *Clang* *Slam* Heavy metallic sounds followed as purple lightning lit the dark surroundings.

It was Kaido; his eyes glowed in anger. "That damn Damien… His bounty will get even larger than mine with this!!!"

The Hundred-Beast's black club crashed upon equally powerful counters.

"Oye… you damn broody giant, can't you pay attention to your own fight?" Gaban, his opponent for the past nine hours, said in some annoyance.

Kaido continued his flurry of attacks as he growled like a beast, "Gaban, your bounty is higher than me, just like Indra. YOU PISS ME OFF!"

BOOM!

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[Back to the Center]

Night had come, bringing an auspicious sight to the fallen sun.

Damien's crimson eyes were glued to the lifeless figure, dead on his knees. There was a gaping hole at the core with no blood dripping—the residual atomizing energy had ensured that.

*Thump* *Thump* A few light but uneven footsteps rung through the charred floor, followed by the occasional clang.

The Sin Incarnate glanced at Rayleigh, who was shuffling to his side, breathing heavily and using his saber as a cane.

"I knew you could do it."

"Rahahaha! You know, I originally saw you as the sound and reason behind the Roger Pirates… But now I see that you're as crazy as your Captain!"

The Dark King broke into a chuckle, shaking his head. "I suppose the heart of a pirate was born inside me the day he invited me on his ship."

Damien hummed, turning back to the dead Sol. "You think he died understanding what a true pirate is?"

"The Purge Pirates may have vilified him, but I think he understood before swatting me aside," Rayleigh answered, using a few remaining fabrics of his clothes to wipe the blood on his glasses.

The Sin Incarnate nodded, exhaling heavily and letting loose his armour.

With a few thuds, the Haki-armour clattered to the floor in dark red blood, revealing the mess underneath.

Rayleigh whistled at the state of Damien's body, noticing the purple bruises and burnt skin. But before he could even comment on them, the wounds began healing and fading away, leaving all but some light-blue marks behind.

"You're gonna need some new clothes," the older man chimed in, seeing Damien in all but a rag covering down to his left leg and right knee.

"Dammit," the tattered Damien cursed, "My clothes aren't reforming... was getting torched by sunfire the limit?"

The swordsman scratched his forehead, unsure of what to say.

*Vvoooo!* Their light-hearted conversation crumpled away with an ominous breeze.

"!!!" Instincts went into overdrive as the duo whizzed away, appearing ten meters from where they previously were.

The hair on Damien's arms shot up as a chill ran down his back. Rayleigh was the same, feeling flares in his mind—they both saw a grim future!

"Damien," the refined swordsman defeatedly muttered, "you're an educated young lad, remind me of the life cycle of a star."

The Sin Incarnate sighed, massaging his temples, "A star only truly dies when it runs out of fuel at its core…"

Their doubts were answered as the maw of the corpse opened once more with a roar.

"Radiance Reborn!"

A catastrophic sight followed.

The bloodied figure of the broken Overlord once again exploded with endless energy. The torrents of lost heat returned, hotter and more turbulent.

The previous golden red turned into pure white, a ghostly-white colour resembling nuclear fission's location!

The magma field melted further and warped into someone beyond what the laws of physics could support.

*Szz* Damien's body began to steam up; slowly but surely, the layers of his skin were scalding—first, second, even third-degree burns and nearing fourth!

"Tch, Rayleigh, you broke the first rule of battle: celebrating too early!"

The older man raised both hands to shield his face, but that didn't hide his disapproval. "Shouldn't you share some of the blame?"

The sizzling skin and the screeching air thundered all over, bringing Damien's reply, "You're the older and veteran pirate while I'm the Super Rookie, so I can put the blame on you without problem."

A spider-web crack appeared on the swordsman's spectacles, an omen for the hell to follow. "This is beyond our pay grade…" he commented, feeling the flesh on his palms melt off.

Damien nodded with deep solemnity and locked on the white figure exploding with energy. *Krrr* Cracks formed all over the Overlord, almost as if he was starting to break apart.

"He's reached the sun's core," Damien surmised, squinting at the blinding figure. "A place so dense that it will end up collapsing on itself."

Rayleigh slowly nodded, gnashing his teeth from the pulsing pain, "In other words... Sol will soon fall apart from his own power."

"Yes, but not before reaching a terrifying level of strength." The internal line of text confirmed Damien's thoughts in his mind.

[Pryde D. Sol's Strength: Top Tier Yonko → Beyond Yonko.]

The duo stared at the Overlord, their feet sinking into the liquidated floor.

In his final form after the revival, Sol stood as a magnificent and awe-inspiring 10-foot-tall figure (~3 m), his body glowing with an intense, radiant, white energy. Fiery tendrils of light emanated from his form, creating a halo of flames that encircled him like the corona of a sun.

His eyes burned with a piercing white light, and the gaping hole in his chest was now a brilliant, pulsating core of pure energy. The very air around him seemed to shimmer and warp as if bending to the overwhelming heat and power he exuded.

A form fit for a god.

[Sol's Final Form Image (in Discord)]

In Damien's eyes, Sol's revival was marked with death—a final struggle of a star hoping to stay alive even when running on fumes. "But this also means that a certain someone will be quite interested…" he muttered.

"..." Rayleigh sighed, feeling a shadow of despair fall over him.

"Xahahaha!" came a savage voice. "Finally, something interesting."

Damien greeted the older man, "Captain Rocks… this was all part of your game, no?"

The wild figure of said pirate appeared, reeking with blood and death. "You did well to bring out Sol's power; a job well done."

Damien sighed at the turn of events. 'He used Rayleigh and me to set the board for him to play,' he wryly laughed.

"Let us retreat then," Rayleigh stated, glaring at Rocks with narrowed eyes.

Soon enough, the two Captains were facing one another—a man of light and a man of death.

"I have never gone so deep into my powers!" Sol revelled, his empty eyes filled with satisfaction.

Rocks licked his lips at the divine spectacle, "You look just like the figure in the myths… the Sun God."

"I've always wanted to be like Nika…" Sol muttered, locking onto the personification of evil. "Sun God is a little boring… I think I'll go with the 'Sun of Pride'!"

Sol walked on. The previously crushed ground was reborn in ghostly flames, granting way to their master.

His current state was of no concern to him; he exercised the final level of his ability to break out with endless strength.

The pure-white energy came with a heat that most would be swept away by, but not Xebec.

*Fwooo* An ominous wind blew about, emanating from the crazed pirate; around Xebec's body was a tornado of black smoke as it started to resemble the very colour of death!

Cries of souls echoed out, almost as if conveying their torturous existence.

"Xahahaha!"

"Sohohoho!"

…

Damien flew to the island's edge, crashing onto the sandy beach to inspect other things.

The winds across the island had turned venomous, bringing fractions of the hellish and deathly energy with them.

'The profits were rather nice from that battle,' he grinned, ignoring the chaos in the background.

The Sin Incarnate then extended his left palm in front of himself, letting his powers run instinctively.

*Vwooo~*

A mellow noise went off.

Damien gave an uncontrollable smile as he saw the red cube floating in his hand.

*Vzzzz* A soft howl escaped the hexahedron as it radiated in great power.

It was cube-shaped, with a crimson core that seemed to glow bright. Outside the cube, a black cage appeared to support the power's volatile nature.

[Entity Image (in Discord)]

*Vrrr* A grating noise then boomed as the red energy in the cube started to escape in a red mist. The air particles were crushed into obsolete sizes and reduced to atomic levels!

Yet the cage that held the power started to fall apart, the outer edges unable to sustain it as it fizzled out in dismay.

Although it seemed rather sad, Damien simply grinned as he felt his control over the Pulverize-Pulverize Fruit had increased and refined from the battle against Sol.

And the ding in his mind amplified the joy: [Fruit Mastery has reached the Final Stage before Awakening.]

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[Five Hours Later]

It was around six in the morning. Glint Island had started to shatter into pieces, slowly chipping out of existence.

Whitebeard and Roger continued their duel, earthquakes thrown around as sword slashes sharp enough to slice mountains collided.

Shiki shaped his part of the island according to his desires, and the Red Count, Patrick Redfield, matched his strength.

And one to be remembered was at the center. Rocks' death storms clashed with the flames of the sun's core—it was the end of the world.

The skies cried drops of blood as nearly 28,000 deaths had occurred in this very landmass.

Damien sat at the island's edge as he recovered some stamina from munching on a boatload of Sea King meat, lost in thought.

The hell in the background had grown stale, leaving his thoughts to mingle elsewhere.

"Sol will die here; the Era of Overlords will end with him. The eventful incident of God Valley is to happen in a mere year or so," he recollected.

"I can invoke atomic-level dismantling with Hadean Release, but not my base form yet," Damien concluded. "And my stamina is the main problem; there's no way I can hold Hadean Release long enough."

A quick rumble of the earth broke any further thoughts and earned a greeting, "Linlin, you sure took your time."

Big Mom, still in her sexy attire of revealing clothes, laughed. "Ma-Ma-Mam-Ma! Damien, if I wasn't pregnant now, I would push you down and take your seed right away!" she exclaimed.

The youth in question rolled his eyes, "You depraved woman still living in your fantasies. With the number of brats you've popped out, I wouldn't be surprised if an entire Grand Canyon was formed down there!"

Linlin grew furious hearing the words. Her body, which was yearned by tens of thousands of men of all ages, was called out as if she were a common whore. "You damn kid! I'll rip your soul out!"

The woman was about to release her powers yet saw Damien's eyes flash red.

The young pirate turned his gaze to the horizon; the darkness of the night slowly faded as dawn approached. "So they couldn't wait any longer, eh?"

"What is it?" Linlin questioned with some curiosity.

*Fuuu* The morning fog formed from the chilly breeze hid a terrifying sight under its veil.

The young man stood up and cracked his shoulders. "Marines," he answered. "Tens of thousands of them, with some rather powerful presences in their midst."

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[Five Kilometers Away]

"All forces, advance!" a loud voice mixed with great charisma went off.

In the embrace of the rising sun, a sea of ships set off.

Twenty battleships lined up in the back, each holding a thousand men. Eighty smaller marine ships were present as well, totalling 100 Navy vessels!

*Vwooooo!* The winds howled as a giant, 90-meter-tall ship (~300 ft), nearly 1.5 times larger than the standard battleships, came into view.

The sails had a word printed on them: [K U R O W A S H I]

(A/N: Meaning 'Black Eagle.')

Loud clangs of a bell echoed over the waters as the sun peaked from the east. The Admiral stood at the ship's bow, and other marines of even greater power were also on board.

Kurowashi's voice went off, "The pirates are in disarray. Raise your weapons and steel your hearts; justice will prevail!"

The marines roared out, their spirit fuelled with the sense of duty.

A sense of invincible power whirled in their hearts. With nearly thirty thousand marines deployed and with the leadership of such powerful commanders, just who can stand in their way?

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"Damien, call them," Linlin said as she walked next to the youth, swinging her hips. The two of them were at the shore of Glint Island, watching the enemy fleet.

"Yeah, yeah." The Sin Incarnate reached into his pocket and took out a device.

It was a transponder snail that had magically survived the hellish incursions at Glint Island. The snail had its swag with matching crimson eyes and the Regal Attire which was now destroyed.

"Puru," "Puru," "Puru," The snail rang a few times. "Katcha~!"

The red-eyed pirate smirked as he scanned the armada of marine ships in the distance.

"Damien-chan, you finally called. Is everything alright?"

"I'm fine, Shakky-nee," he smiled. "You can send over the fleet now on the eastern shore; the marines are almost here."

The woman responded with an affirmative tone, "Ufufu, they will be right over."

"..." A few ominous seconds passed as the orange glow of dawn bathed the seas.

*Rumble* The air shook in trepidation as a great sight was to behold.

*Vrooo* *Vooo!* *Wvooo* Tens to hundreds of gray portals opened at the sea before the two pirates.

Apart from the occasional wind, the calm silence was replaced with the uproar of thousands of voices!

A plethora of ships exited from the portals; each had weathered great battles headed by the most formidable men.

"We can finally fight!"

"So many marines, come to me!"

"Eyes, lungs, pancreas... so many snacks, so little time!"

"Je suis prêt à me battre. Venez, marines!"

"For the gold!"

"Blah-Blah-Blah! I hear there are some hotties in the marine ranks. I hope they don't mind if I borrow them!"

It was the Rocks Pirates' Grand Fleet that made their flashy entry! Nearly a hundred ships had arrived with a force equal to the Navy's.

Divisions 1 through 8 were made of the absolute worst pirates on the seas; these were the men the demons of the New World would fear.

*Whizz!* Damien and Linlin jumped from the shore to the ship at the center, surrounded by the other Division. His very own Suicidal Rambo. Shakky was present upon it as well.

"We have the Sin Incarnate on our side!"

"The Marines will cry in fear!"

"Charlotte Linlin, please step on me!"

…

The men and the women roared in joy as the two entered. Damien ignored the commotion and walked to the very front.

He saw the familiar woman sitting peacefully while the marines inched closer. "Shakky-nee, we have enough troops, but there is a bit of a problem…"

Shakky puffed out a cloud of smoke as her eyes scanned the marines and approached from afar. "I see them, Damien-chan," she replied solemnly, "it won't be an easy fight."

Both pirates understood the gravity of the enemy fleet. The Sin Incarnate zoomed in on the men who stood upon the giant marine ship and saw five men, each with rather distinct features:

1. One with a large, black afro with simple facial hair, donning a simple marine outfit;

2. A serious man with a missing eye and stern expression, his grim appearance amplified by his sharp yet intimidating brown uniform;

3. A younger marine with messy silver hair in sharp and black clothes;

4. Another with purple hair, sporting a metal arm and distinguished demeanour;

5. Lastly, a marine with a robust body and a giant grin. The man cracked his knuckles with sounds that seemed to echo all the way to the shore.

The ones at the helm of the marine ship that led the 30,000-strong fleet were Marine Admiral Sengoku, Admiral Basara, Admiral Kurowashi, Vice Admiral Zephyr and Vice Admiral Garp.

Undoubtedly, it was a force that could dismantle any threat that stood against the esoteric might of the World Government!

[Layout of the Coming Battle Image (in Discord)]

To Be Continued…

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Author's Corner:

How would you rate the Sun-Sun Fruit? Is it as broken as Nika gets?

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Chapitre 112: [112] The Scorched Sea War (I)

[2715 words]

Might be late on some chapters... Not my fault both the Euro Cup and Copa America are happening at the same time.

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The war approached, and both sides were raring to go at each other.

The Marines had Zephyr, Garp and the Three Admirals: Sengoku, Basara and Kurowashi.

*Clang* *Clang* Over the blue seas was a powerful shockwave that echoed forth. It originated from the ship which houses the five powerhouses, Kurowashi's ship.

The vessel had black sails and wing-like additions to the side. A golden frame coated the exterior with soft white paint, making it a majestic vessel one may confuse with World Nobles.

Upon the raised bow of the ship was a giant, silver bell that carried a noble air.

*Bell Clanging*

The marines roared in joy as their cries harmonized with the bell, like a heartbeat matching a metronome. Its effects went beyond making noise; instead, it had lit a spark in soldiers' spirits!

Shakky sighed as she saw the display, rubbing her forehead.

Damien heard the Voice of All Things and noticed that each time the bell rang, it sent out a wave of mental force, much like Conqueror's Haki, but to reinforce will rather than break it down.

"The Legendary ship that brought justice of the marines to the greatest of foes," Damien thought out loud.

Shakky solemnly nodded at his words, "A beacon of marine naval supremacy… The Ox Lloyd's Warship that houses the fabled Ox Bell!"

The bell rang endlessly, declaring the arrival of Justice!

[Ox Lloyd's Warship and Ox Bell Images (in Discord)]

Even without any difference in manpower, Damien was unsure of victory; after all, the three Admirals had come together with Garp and Zephyr.

He also knew that allowing the marine morale to skyrocket would be foolish.

*Thump* *Thump* Damien slowly walked forth and stopped all but a few inches before the railing of the Suicidal Rambo.

Even with the Ox Bell that rang with sounds that hit the very soul of its listeners, all marines still turned their gazes to Damien. The name of the Sin Incarnate had long made its way through the Navy, a pirate known to have disarmed Zephyr and defeated the invincible Basara.

"..." An ominous silence echoed through the marines' minds, forcing the clanging bell to dim into the background.

The infamous pirate slightly narrowed his eyes, and then…

BOOOM!

Like an eruption from a volcano, endless streams of black and red howled out from the young man. They spread out their dark hold in all directions, covering the distance and befalling the sea of Marines.

A dark crimson hue of dense Conqueror's Haki sought to dismantle all hopes and dreams of the tens of thousands of naval soldiers, transforming their desire to fight into the desire to escape.

*Crackle* Black lightning rained down, decorating the chilly morning with its disastrous sight and churning the seas in chaos.

"The Navy thinks they can storm into the New World just because they came with a fleet; give them a pirate's welcome to this hellish sea!"

The powerful words containing the volatile Haki reached the ears of both sides. The 30,000-strong force of pirates bellowed a thunderous roar, loud enough that the ocean began to shake!

Howls of greed, desire for power and rage toward their foes flooded the minds of the Rocks Pirates.

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[On the Marines' Side]

*Thud* *Slam* *Bam*

Countless navy officers had begun to collapse from Damien's Haki as thousands were shaken to their very core.

Sengoku clicked his tongue in frustration, "He's nothing but trouble!"

"Bwahaha!" a laugh broke out. "He's got quite the fire; I like him!"

Garp cracked his knuckles, not overly worried about the shaken marines since it was expected.

Kurowashi narrowed his eyes, "At least 25,000 pirates have already died from the Festival. We aimed to take down the New World… Now, a few more obstacles remain."

Sol and Rocks were busy with their duel, and Newgate, Roger, Redfield, and Shiki were also occupied. This allowed the Marines to double their catch, from 28,000 to 55,000 pirates, if they took down the Rocks' Fleet. With their death would come peace to the world!

*Thump* *Thump* Basara walked up, his boots slamming onto the deck, seemingly with the weight of mountains.

His hand reached his missing eye and muttered, "That pirate has his way of summoning chaos… it will not be an easy fight."

Under the words of the glum Admiral, not many would speak up.

"Bwahahaha! Basara-san, don't be so gloomy; it's a Festival, and you should enjoy it!"

The Mountain was about to respond angrily towards his young colleague; however, another sharp breeze broke out.

"T-They've begun to move!"

Eyes drifted to the center as they saw pirates had commenced the battle!

*Vvooo!* A cold wind picked up as hundreds of pirate ships sailed ahead with no intention of slowing down; a suicidal rush with no visible strategy.

"All ships prepare to fire once they are in range!" Sengoku ordered.

A bright gold hue of Haki followed the Admiral's words. Like the Sin Incarnate, Sengoku spanned his Will through the Naval Fleet, bathing his troops with a sense of spirit and divinity.

"That's right. Otherwise, I'll have to beat you into shape!" Garp followed, cracking his knuckles once more; each crack seemed to echo in tandem with the unleashing of his own Haki of Kings, swamping over the marine masses with a bright burst of blue.

The grace of the Buddha and the Fist was enough to break the soldiers from their trance.

The ten Vice Admirals spread throughout the marine ships leading them loud and proud.

*Click* *Clank* Thousands of cannons lowered and aimed at the pirates that inched closer by the passing minute.

Beads of sweat fell off the younger officers as they gulped at the simple uproar from the Rocks Pirates. They were a pack of wolves hunting the distant sheep, clawing their way over the turbulent seas.

They deserved their title as the absolute most fearsome crew of the era!

*Clang!* The Ox Bell continued to ring, reigniting morale while the pirate ships had nearly entered the range of the cannons.

Garp suddenly threw his marine coat to the ground; only a simple white shirt and Navy blue pants remained. He pulled back his sleeves, spread out his arms, and demanded, "Bring up my balls!"

Tires screeched as hundreds of racks rolled from the ship's deck to the front. Tens of thousands of cannonballs rested upon them.

The Vice Admiral picked up a ball in each hand and reeled them back:

"Genkotsu... Meteor!"

Like a bullet, the cannonballs were launched out with enough speed to cut through a mountain, one by one. The sheer speed of Garp was baffling; one hundred projectiles shot out in all but one second.

*Boom!* Garp's precision was impeccable, already sinking three enemy vessels.

Tens of marine ships at the front of the formation also fired, unleashing a rain of black projectiles that skidded across the waters.

…

Damien saw the hail of balls and grinned.

It was well known that the Rocks' Crew did not believe in teamwork; it was a foreign concept to them, and some even tried to eat it.

Most were more wary about being stabbed in the back rather than being hit by a meteor-like cannonball.

Thus, the Fourth Division Commander simply ordered all ships to sail ahead instead of using a tactic or strategy.

"Damien-chan, try not to lose too many ships. The shipbuilders at Myriam Island have been threatened one too many times by Shiki and John to make more ships and can't handle continued 'encouragement,'" Shakky cautioned from behind.

Her request was amusing, sparking a chuckle.

Five minutes in, the sea had already seen significant blood and war. One to three ships were damned to fall every minute on both sides, taking down hundreds of lives with them.

"Indra, I'll leave the trump card with you."

*Fwooo* Like the flash of light, a shadow appeared behind Damien. "I won't fail, Commander," Indra calmly answered, his blade ready.

Damien cracked his neck as a smile was etched on his face. He heard a hum from the woman nearby, "You're joining in this early?"

Shakky received a nod from the young pirate. "I recovered enough in the past few hours to fight, so I might as well go now and continue polishing my Haki."

With that, he disappeared from the ship.

Shakky sighed, took out her trusty pistol, and began picking off dozens of marines in every magazine.

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[Marine Side]

The current marine formation had 5 standard ships and 9 warships at the front, 75 standard ships in the center, and another 11 warships at the back.

"S-Something is coming!" a voice yelled out from the leftmost marine warship; it was a man of Commodore rank.

"What is it?" a Rear Admiral asked and arrived at the soldier's side.

The man who had alerted the Rear Admiral was a user of the Sense-Sense Fruit that allowed him to sense attacks that had yet to occur in the immediate five seconds.

The Commodore was about to speak, but no words came out.

A spray of crimson liquid showered onto the Rear Admiral as he saw his subordinate's head being squashed into nothingness, the blood spurting out like a fountain.

Damien had appeared under the horrified eyes of the thousand marines on board. Ryushi was bathed in blood in Crusher configuration.

*Click* *Bang!*

Hundreds of shots followed as the Marines retaliated; they may have been fearful, but they had enough experience not to freeze in this situation.

Yet, much to their dismay, the bullets simply fell to the ground, having barely even touched the pirate but lost all momentum in the process.

"N-Not even a scratch…" a man muttered with an audible gulp.

*Vwooo* Damien didn't respond; instead, he raised the hammer and smashed it forth.

Cracks spread all over, followed by the complete collapse of the ship. The endless depths swallowed all cries of the fallen marines.

The enemy jumped up to the sky, utilizing Moonwalk. Damien's eyes glowed red as two beams of red energy blasted out.

*Zwip!*

They bounced and ricocheted through the air, zapping at awkward angles and leaving a trail of near-microscopic pieces of ruined flesh.

BOOM!

Five standard marine ships, 30 or so meters away, were destroyed as pieces of wood rained down upon the blood-soaked sea to the credit of the Omega Beams.

Damien then extended both hands to his left and right while he floated in the sky, allowing Ryushi to float at his side.

"Abyssal Ruin."

A broad stream of pulverizing energy shredded the air that surrounded it. The attack zoomed through the air as it met a marine warship.

BOOOOM!

The sails cracked, the floorboards snapped, and the very frame of the ship glowed red.

*Zwip* Sounds of pixelation went off as the behemoth of a ship was reduced to microscopic levels, converting the thousand-strong force into dust.

Meanwhile, Ryushi returned to Damien's hand as it vibrated in delight.

"FIRE!" A yell broke out. It was a marine Vice Admiral who gestured to the marines to fire.

*Bang!*

*BOOM!*

*Vwoom!*

Tens of cannons mounted upon the marine ships went off as the balls zoomed through the air. Damien hummed as a little grin formed on his visage, welcoming the bombardment.

BOOOOM!

A chained explosion went off in the air as nearly 100 cannonballs exploded, having reached the man in the sky.

Significant dust floated around from the shrapnel, leaving a sense of doom at its core.

"D-Did we get him…?" an optimistic voice broke out.

A few thousand eyes glared at the skies slowly cleared of the dust.

A man gulped as he saw two crimson orbs in the loose cloud of dust that peered into his soul.

Damien's untouched body graced the world. His regal attire was long gone, and his body displayed no physical injury.

"R-Ridiculous!"

"That had enough power to take down a thousand pirates!"

They then heard a voice: "Ryushi Combat Arts…"

The weapon in Damien's hand suddenly warped into the shape of something else, the Vanquisher Configuration. Its arrival sent out sizzling mists of crimson energy, shredding the air.

The young pirate grasped the weapon in both hands, and the blade was raised diagonally to his body.

"...Broken World."

The Supreme Weapon slashed down with infinite momentum in an arc of endless power. The bubble of Ryuo acted as a coating and allowed the attack to shoot through the skies!

It was brighter than the rising sun, lighting up the surrounding sea. *Fwooo!* High-pitched cries of the air screamed as the crimson slash found its way upon three warships at the back of the formation.

Cries of thousands of men burst out as every ship was thinly sliced in a diagonal half, causing them to entirely collapse upon themselves. Yet before it could fully sink, every ship glowed an eerily red before disappearing from the naked eye; reduced to dust.

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[Twenty Minutes Later]

Thousands had already fallen from both sides.

Charlotte Linlin, aka the Evil Spirit, 'borrowed' the souls of some annoying Rocks members to create some Homies to aid in her attack.

Her children and other minions charged alongside her.

Katakuri's Mochi-Mochi Fruit rained down ranged attacks while Perespero brought down candy arrows upon the marines. The others were busy with the other ships while a few warships attacked in response.

She was about to shoot another bullet when a flash of black crashed into her.

BAM!

A black metallic fist smashed upon her desirable body, and the warm bubble of Emission Haki transferred into her frame.

"Ugh!" a stream of blood escaped the woman's mouth as she felt her entire body shake like a drum.

It took a second for her to process the aching pain. "Seastone!" Linlin growled out.

A figure floated in the air. It had purple hair, a stoic face, and a muscular body, all while sporting a metal arm that glistened with Haki.

Katakuri grew somber at the sight. "Vice Admiral Zephyr. He was defeated by Sensei during the Amethyst Kingdom Crisis and lost an arm."

With his Seastone arm, Zephyr was a beacon of power, having taken down hundreds of pirate crews as he showed the capability of a non-fruit wielder to the world.

"Haah!? That Damien cut off your arm, so you came to me instead? Are you saying that I am an easier opponent than him!" Linlin roared out in indignity.

Her lacy bikini somehow held her massive jugs that heaved from her fury.

Zephyr, however, was unphased and rather disdainful, "You come to a battle pregnant; such a woman doesn't deserve to be a mother!"

The Vice Admiral had a lover of his own—a simple and mundane woman whom he cherished with everything. The two recently thought of having a child and seeing the current Linlin left him furious.

*Whizz!* He rushed out and crashed his metal arm onto the unsheathed Napoleon.

BOOM!

…

As for Damien, he had just destroyed another eight ships and was about to aim at another.

He was 30 meters in the air, ready to launch an attack. "!!!" His eyes lit up red as he mapped out the future.

Clang!

Ryushi was raised by reflex to guard Damien's chest and met an attack.

Waves of shock burst out from the exchange as waves of water were generated. The sheer strength of the enemy's attack sent out enough force to level a mountain.

Damien looked ahead and saw that his Supreme Blade struggled to hold under the might of a black fist.

Boom!

The air exploded as his body was launched back with significant momentum and skidded through the air. The Sin Incarante's chest rang with force as his bones shook from the dense Emission Haki dancing within.

Yet suddenly… *Pop* The tremendous force of the punch seemingly ceased as Damien returned to float freely, sending out a dull boom from the excess momentum.

*Purrup* Ryushi bubbled in anger, releasing a hazy crimson mist.

"Bwahahaha! That weapon of yours is quite sturdy!"

The Sin Incarnate broke out a grin of his own, "Garp."

The cheerful Vice Admiral raised a black fist, blew on it and polished it with his shirt. "Such talented youths shouldn't be running through the seas unchecked. Let me teach you a quick lesson with my signature Fist of Love!"

To Be Continued…

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Author's Corner.

Zephyr vs Linlin and Damien vs Garp with all the other mess in the background.

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