Chapitre 145: [145] Cradle of the Gods (II)
[3200 words]
A slight edit for Chapter 144: I removed the mention of Garling's hair colour, leaving it ambiguous due to a recent anime episode.
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Twenty-three thousand, that's how many pirates now remain.
It had been only twenty minutes since the battle began and considerably shifted in the Marine's favour. Or so they thought.
*Crack* A single crack appeared in the seastone alloy that built the wall.
BOOM!
The marines shielded themselves from the rain of rocks and debris as the loud bang echoed in their eardrums.
"Two of the Titans are on the move!"
"A-Above!"
The marines' jaws dropped as they saw the sky blackout. Giant shadows spanned across hundreds of meters. The previous hellfire was voided entirely out by the coming destruction. It looked as if the heavens had been shattered!
*Fwooo* *Vvoooo!*
Loud howling winds erupted as the giant landmasses broke through the clouds and covered God Valley with their massive glory.
"Damn you, Shiki!"
Sengoku immediately took to the skies, transforming into a Buddha on the way up, lighting the uncertain future with his brilliance.
A dark shadow glowing in warm Haki followed close behind—it was Garp!
BOOM!
The two of them let loose a single punch, Conqueror's Haki flowing alongside their simple yet mountain-crumbling attacks.
It began with a golden flash and then with an ear-rattling explosion. Three giant landmasses were turned to nothingness just like that, flooding the region with screeching winds.
"Cheh, of course, there's more where that came from…" Garp muttered, sensing a dozen more tiny islands en route.
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"Charge," Basara commanded, his words washing away the surprise in the marines' eyes.
They roared a war cry in unison, rushing head-first at the pirates that had docked in the ruins of the walls.
It was a full-blown war now, 50,000 versus 23,000.
Explosions went off from distant cannon fire, and dust and blood shot into the sky.
Wails of pain and suffering broke out as bodies dropped by the minute.
Shing!
A sharp slash from a pirate, and three marines lost their heads.
Bang!
A sniper took out the pirate, and his writhing body fell, eyes still wide open.
BAM!
A Haki-clad punch sent out a powerful shockwave, obliterating the platform and swallowing the sniper and other gunmen without problem.
Such scenes repeated across the battlefield, leaving the coast swamped with bloodshed and dull screams.
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"Wawawawawa! Come one, come all!"
"Such bloodshed is unsightly, but I'm afraid my axe has no eyes."
"Johohohoho! I got enough bullets for all 'ya!"
Boom!
Shing!
BAM!
Within moments, a thousand marines were pummeled and destroyed by these three notorious pirates.
"Captain John, aka the 'Pirate Bandit'...he's got a reward of 569,000,000 Berry!"
"Wang Zhi 'the Crisis.' A bounty of 670,000,000 Berry!"
"'Blinding Light' Silver Axe. He's worth 1,134,000,000 Berry!"
The sight of the three men left the marines shaken. "Dammit, the Tragedies of the Rocks are here!"
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"Bink's Bane!"
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"Kingdom Crisis!"
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"Silver Cathedral!"
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The combination of pink, blue, and silver attacks exploded an entire area about fifty meters wide, annihilating anyone in the middle!
The shrieking winds and showering flesh masked their miserable cries and wails. The air quickly turned ruddy and tasted of metal.
*Thud!* Yet some soldiers could hold these men down.
Silver Axe peered through his armoured body. "Ten Vice Admirals," he muttered.
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Other conflicts broke out, even in the skies!
"Bwahahaha, you've gotta get some new tricks, Shiki!"
Garp cracked his knuckles, easily shredding apart a giant landmass the size of a mountain. He zipped through the sky, obliterating any such attacks from the skies.
"This is just another Tuesday for me!"
He rocketed at every mountainous island, turning them to debris every minute. The streak of white marine attire crushing apart such damning projectiles acted as a morale booster for the soldiers.
Sengoku had returned to the ground, but his shockwaves were loud and clear. They would make quick work of any escaping shards of earth, even if they spanned an entire warship.
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Alas, while the two top marines held down Shiki, another Titan was making his move…
BOOM!
A barrier of earth suddenly shattered apart like glass, littering the ground. It was a fantastical sight—it was like the fabric of space being broken apart!
The marines nearby were blown away and into the air by the sheer force of the quaking winds; no place was safe from the tremors.
A grumpy Basara stood tall against the havoc, raising one hand to cover his face. He peered past the gaps of his fingers, witnessing his troops being eradicated.
"Gurararara!"
The laugh alone pissed him off. "This sacred land won't survive if you're allowed to wreak havoc."
His words were intended for the titan that had appeared—he was more than twice Basara's height. His glorious blond hair danced in the chaotic winds while he imposed his dominance with his signature 'stache.
"Then why don't you protect it?" Edward Newgate offered with a grin, rushing forward with his prized naginata.
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All top marines, be it Vice Admirals or even the Admirals, had made a move. Yet one such man remained calm and collected, a powerful reserve unit.
"Haaaaah," a dull sigh escaped his tired lips. It came from a purple-haired marine with explosive muscles. He had a metal arm finely crafted by the world's finest.
"No matter what time, these pirates only know war."
"!!!" The Admiral Candidate suddenly narrowed his eyes, feeling a ship close in.
He ignored the chaotic air, cries of misery, and hordes of Marines, instead focusing on a sole vessel making its way through the debris-ridden shores of God Valley.
"In all this carnage, a lone ship remains untouched…" Zephyr murmured.
It wasn't long before he recognized the owner of the ship, the same ship that had skillfully docked at the pier.
"The Fourth Division of the Rocks Pirates Grand Fleet."
Zephyr's eyes fell onto the pirates disembarking in front of him, and his fingers dug deeper into the seastone arm.
"'Drug Lord' Droga Pablo, 'Stone Serpent' Arai, 'The Rampage' Majin, 'The Inferno' Ignio Kaen; you four alone combine to over a billion berries now."
He found a new face.
"You must be Solomon," Zephyr inferred, much to the man in question's delight.
The Admiral Candidate looked around, trying to find the others, but was left confused. "But where is your leader?"
"Kuhuhuhu, you should be worrying about yourself…"
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[The Titanic]
One of the two ships that were still in working order was the ship that carried the true spirit of the Rocks Pirates.
"Look how they massacred my boy," Damien muttered, examining the once magnificent ship.
He was present when the Titanic was born and even named it. Yet after years of abuse and misuse, the mighty vessel had suffered quite the damage.
The once-thick masts were littered with cuts and slashes that had been deeply carved in.
The ore that could perfectly spread forces had been hit with endless gunshots, cannon fire and other projectiles. As it was never truly cleaned, the previous blood droplets had rusted into the metal, leaving it prone to damage from within.
The sails were cut up and filled with scratches; at first glance, the Titanic was crying!
The undying pirate sighed, ignoring the thick stench of blood that had seeped into every fiber of the once-mighty ship.
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"Commander, we have incoming…"
Damien nodded, his eyes flashing red in Observation.
*Fwoooo* A sharp whistle blew about as a shadow crashed into the Titanic, digging through the main building and shredding deep into the ship's core.
Black lightning courses across the ravaged ship, leaving cracks and scars behind.
*Purrup* Water bubbled under the ship, ever so slowly finding tiny gaps to drip into the very bottom of the ship, rotting it from within.
"That seemed to have been Vice Admiral Garp," Indra concluded in curiosity from Damien's side.
"The sky is Shiki's territory, after all," Damien casually answered. "But Garp also crashed into that room…"
BOOM!
A loud explosion went off as the same white figure suddenly launched from deep inside the Titanic and soared out.
The haunting Haki following the Marine's advent was thicker, crueller and more menacing than what Shiki could produce.
Damien tracked the soaring Garp as he arced from one end of the Titanic to the edges of God Valley, landing in what was now a crater.
"..."
The marines all paused. So did the pirates. No matter who they were, they each took a deep breath as a particular figure stood atop the fallen Garp.
The towering figure with wild hair sported a crazed expression and a feral smile. Spit dribbled from his maw as the man felt a great thirst for battle and war. The wrinkles and scars that decorated his unholy visage stretched into a cruel grin.
A thick stench of death and blood emanated from the haunting figure, filling those nearby with pure dread. His presence alone knocked out a good five hundred marines to the floor.
"Xahahahaha!"
The creepy, hoarse laugh sent shivers up the Marines' back, echoing across the battlefield, sending shivers down everyone's backs.
Damien watched with narrowed eyes.
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[Rocks D. Xebec]
[Age: 47 years]
[Height: 14' 11"] (4.55 m)
[Devil Fruit: Death-Death Fruit (Complete Grandmastery) ↑]
[Fruit Rating: 7 Stars (Ultimate-Class Fruit)]
[Weapon: Mokushiroku of the Supreme Grade Series]
[Skills: Unholy Talent in all Colours of Haki, Overwhelming Strength, Overwhelming Presence, Shadow of Despair, Will of D, Screams of All Things]
[Haki: Grandmastery (II) of Observation Haki, Grandmastery (I) of Armament Haki, Complete Grandmastery of Conqueror's Haki]
[Strength: Beyond Yonko]
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"Looks like Rocks' Devil Fruit has reached its potential. Can he still be killed?"
Damien fell into thought while Xebec lost interest in the downed Garp. His manic eyes stretched across the corroding terrain, peering through the lively forest.
"Xahaha! This island is blessed beyond what is natural… I've never felt such life before."
The monster licked his lips. He felt it fitting for the 'Gods' to be canonized here. And it's all the more fitting for them to die here, too.
With a feral grin, the evil pirate stepped ahead, every step leaving behind blackened earth. He paid no mind to the 5,000 marines surrounding him as he made his way to the Celestial Dragons deep in the island.
A damned melody sung as Xebec took another step.
*Thump*
An esteemed Rear Admiral took a hefty gulp. His panicked eyes fell onto his hands, holding up a famed blade.
*Thump*
Sweat dripped from the Marine's palms and onto the grip of his sword—his grip was tight, but he couldn't move!
'Move! Move! Move!'
A creepy laugh followed by a thunderous step.
"Thump*
The Rear Admiral looked to his left and right, seeing nothing but collapsing soldiers with pale faces.
He uttered a guttural cry in hopes of breaking out from this quaking Haki.
The Marine looked up with great difficulty, feeling a cold chill run down his back.
"Xahahaha."
'I-I'm dead…!'
The infernal presence, the damning laughter and the eyes that lacked humanity.
"Death is not the end, young marine…"
Rocks stepped ahead while his left hand reached the shaken Marine's chest. The soldier watched, frozen, as the pirate's cracked nails dug into his torso, ripping through his skin as he continued walking past him.
"Guhhh!" The soldier convulsed from the black toxin rushing through his bloodstream, overloading his system.
With a thud, he fell to his knees, foaming at the mouth as darkness plagued his vision.
A final breath and a final look—he saw Rocks D. Xebec, surrounded by lifeless marines, treading toward the divine castle, a shadow of despair following in his wake.
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"Garp!" Sengoku roared from the distance, his eyes plagued with worry.
"!!!" The Buddha was suddenly shot back, a deep cut spanning across his chest while he slammed into a rolling hill.
"Jihahahaha! Sengoku, you know better than to look away when going against me!"
The Flying Pirate floated a dozen meters above the golden statue, his eyes tracking the departing Xebec.
"Hehe, show them your power, Rocks! Let me hear it…let me hear these Gods beg for their lives!"
There was a degree of fascination in the Golden Lion's eyes. He looked to his Captain with admiration and respect, grinning at the thought of the taboos about to be committed.
"Damn Shiki!"
The Buddha burst into a widespread shockwave, tearing out from his crash site. But it wasn't just the Admiral getting to his feet…
With a boom, a mighty shadow exploded from the withering land, fashioning an iron fist.
"That guy brings nothing but death and suffering with him," the bloodied man murmured, seeing the carnage.
"As annoying as it is to save those golden turds…I can't just let him destroy the World Government!"
Garp gave chase after the distant evil pirate, showing no hesitation at the sight of the skeletons along the way.
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Much hell had broken loose, all falling in the calculating eyes of the Fourth Division's top dogs.
"The Marines lack the spirit from the Scorched Sea War," Indra commented.
His words earned a smirk from Damien, "Kurowashi, now Kurojū, can no longer wave his flag. The marines are crumbling without him."
A few thoughts went through the pirate's mind before he took action.
"Let's join in on the festival."
*Fwooo* Two dark figures zoomed from the weeping Titanic, landing at the shores of God Valley.
Damien's boots sunk half an inch into the blood-soaked ground as he took a whiff of the deathly air.
"D-Damien the Undying… so he's here too!" a Rear Admiral quivered.
Naturally, Indra scanned the world around him by his Commander's side. The heightened Observation of the swordsman was quick to make itself known: "The pirates have already fallen to nineteen thousand."
Damien hummed in satisfaction. He spared the Rear Admiral a nod, "You guys are doing well to cut down our numbers."
"I-It won't be long till you're all wiped out!"
The Sin Incarnate chuckled at his words, then turned his eyes elsewhere, squinting at a distant figure. "Looks like he's about to reveal his true colours…"
Indra followed his Commander's gaze and soon fell onto drunken Captain John. Said pirate wasn't too far away and felt their eyes.
"Johohohoho!" he laughed, wiping his gun with a dead marine's collar.
"Oye, John!" Wang Zhi tore past two Vice Admirals with a roaring cry. As the marines quickly recovered, he growled, "The hell are you not helping for!?"
"Johoho!" Captain John burst into laughter, his hand cupping his face—he had no marines after him!
"Johoh– Lahahahaha!"
Damien hummed at the change in voice, simply watching in intrigue.
"You were right to doubt me, Sin Incarnate."
'Captain John' was now speaking with a deeper voice, once filled with malice.
"I take it that you were the one who filled the ships with the explosives? Even letting in all those spies."
"Lahaha! You would be correct. Shakuyaku's departure left Rocks opening an unholy draft. You know how easy it was to bring in thousands of money-hungry men and even marine spies?"
The man with long pink hair suddenly began to tremble. His body turned fluid, and his skin warped like liquid. The hair shook and receded into the skull, while the clothing began to shed and become nasty.
"Truly a disgusting, vile creature you are," Damien spat.
*Fuuuu* A brown fog began to hiss from the man acting as Captain John, unveiling his true appearance.
It was uniform in colour, a mix of brown shades mashed together. Its wrinkly body looked more like loose clothing.
It had two pointy ears, a nose lacking cartilage, and two yellow balls for eyes.
"That's hurtful… this is simply the product of my ability," he refuted, seemingly offended.
Damien had previously read this power when he combed through the Devil Fruit Encyclopedia and echoed his thoughts: "Human-Human Fruit—Mythical Model: Doppelganger."
[Image (in Discord)]
The vile creature uttered a croaky laugh, nodding.
He shot a muddied arm to the side, ripping the head of a pirate clean off his shoulders.
"It gives me the ability to perfectly replicate another person," he said in his broken voice. "Even their Haki signature!"
Damien slowly nodded—it explained why his Haki failed to convey the truth hidden behind John's mask.
"I take it that John is dea– No," he paused and corrected himself, "Considering that coward, he probably sold his own spot to let you take his form."
The creature smirked, "Lahahaha! That's right, John was the one who approached us, us being Cipher Pol Zero!"
He then gave a curt bow and introduced himself, "I am 'Mimic' of CP-0; it's an honour to see you in the flesh… Or at least in my flesh, Lahahaha!"
Indra's right hand was glued to the grip of his sheathed Tenmei. Although he awaited a command from Damien, it didn't mean he wasn't paying attention to everything around him.
"Is it not unsightly to make a deal with pirates?" he asked.
Mimic shrugged, cracking his shoulders. "John was smart. He sensed the fall of Rocks coming, so he took upon the offer of our Chief at the Scorched Sea War without hesitation."
A smile soon arrived across the agent's face. "You do know I've been stalling?"
Damien shrugged while Indra remained at attention.
"I can hear your heartbeat," the Sin Incarnate explained. "It suddenly calmed down, which means your backup has arrived."
Mimic's breathing hitched right before he smiled once more.
*Purrup* A purple dot suddenly appeared by the man's side, expanding like a portal. Out came a lone person, bringing with him an ominous wind.
Indra's surprise was evident in his tone, "Another Mythical Zoan. The World Government invested quite a lot in Cipher Pol."
Damien laughed, agreeing with his right-hand man.
"Phantom, you kept me waiting," Mimic said, his voice suppressing the fear in his heart.
"No worries, Mimic, everything is going according to plan."
The one who had arrived was simply a cloaked figure floating in the air; his entire body was covered up to reveal red eyes.
"Spirit-Spirit Fruit – Mythical Model: Phantom," Damien concluded.
[Phantom Image (in Discord)]
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The agent codenamed Phantom then tapped the purple portal, evoking a sharp whistle. Damien narrowed his eyes as he felt the portal turn from a door… into a bridge!
*Thump* *Thump* *Thump*
A few figures exited, not affected by the sounds of war around them. Naturally, it was a full squad of Cipher Pol Agents.
Though it was the man at the front that was the real deal.
Damien's Observation flared at the sight of the man.
He had dull-blond hair that was short at the top but long at the back and extended to his shoulders. His thick beard matched his hair colour. The man's aged face was scarred across his forehead and even down his left eye, and it was without a pupil.
The wild appearance resembled a lion!
"Einar D. Damien," his deep and fierce voice resounded. "You've caused the World Government and myself endless troubles."
The troublemaker grinned. Wasn't making a mess part of the job description for a pirate?
"The man seen as the 'Face of Justice…'" Damien lightly spoke, his curiosity peaked.
"We finally meet…Chief of Cipher Pol—Xerxes!"
[Xerxes Image (in Discord)]
To Be Continued…
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Author's Corner.
Rocks has begun an advent of chaos toward the Celestial Dragon, with Garp chasing from behind.
Captain John was shown much earlier as a vile existence. Now Damien realizes it was never John in the first place but a Cipher Pol agent. CP's top elite is also here, a man equal in authority to Kong.
Images are available on Discord alongside other niche details: https://discord.gg/aJHHHPvb6q
Chapitre 146: [146] Cradle of the Gods (III)
[3615 words]
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"What is all that noise!"
"Cipher Pol, go take care of the mess outside!"
"Damn ants! You can't even keep the peace for such a fateful day!"
The Celestial Dragons were furious at the constant disruptions.
"Please remain seated. Everything is under control," an agent tried to calm them down.
"Your mother is under control! Go and bring me all the intruders; I'll make them all into my slaves!"
Boom!
A resounding explosion went off, and the glass ceiling and windows shattered simultaneously, allowing a burst of wind to creep in.
"Ahhh!" Dozens of World Nobles clamoured about, some even thrown off their seats.
"B-Blood… it's my blood!" a female Noble cried, her hand twitching at the sight of a few scratches from falling glass.
"Mother! M-My ears are ringing!"
"Auuugh, I-I stubbed my toe!"
Tens of painful wails went off following the explosions, mainly because the Celestial Dragons were within the scope of the broken shards of glass. Some fell to the ground, their gold-plated knees unconsciously prostrating to the world.
An older Noble clenched his fist, punching the priceless throne that bore his name: "What the hell is the Navy doing? How could they let this happen!?"
"They better be ready to get their budget cut!"
A Dragon with a whale-shaped hairstyle couldn't help but curse the situation: "Once-in-century event ruined by scum… I'll have them cut to pieces and fed to my dogs!"
"We couldn't even get to the triennial Native Hunting Competition! I was waiting to hunt down those useless rabbits!"
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Meanwhile, a horde of Cipher Pol Agents and Holy Guards stood in defense at the main entrance through the golden halls.
They each had bated breathing, desperately moving oxygen to their brains as their fight-or-flight mechanic was going overdrive.
*Hiss* A cold, bone-chilling breeze leaked from the tiny gaps around the hinges of the gate.
*Thump* *Thump* *Thump* A confident stride growing closer.
The duty of these guards was to die for the World Nobles; that's what they were raised and trained for, yet their human instincts told them to retreat.
*Krrrrrr*
It sounded like someone grinding their nails at a chalkboard, though the golden doors stood nearly 50 feet tall here.
Black marks resembling rotten wood appeared through the gates, dripping with black miasma. The stench of death accompanied them.
*Crack* Web-like patterns followed the scratch marks, spanning all over the doors instantly.
The world suddenly felt dull; even the magnificent lighting couldn't shed hope on their grave situation.
Boom!
The soldiers couldn't even factor in the pain before they were wiped out, the door entirely disappearing alongside them; looking at the opened halls, there was nothing but darkness.
Even the rowdy Nobles froze at the ominous scene, chills going up their priceless spines.
"Xahahahaha!"
The laugh forced everyone to gulp a breath of air. Their bodies wished to retreat, but they couldn't move a muscle!
*Thump* *Thump* A dark figure stepped in, gracing the sacred room with his infernal presence.
A monstrous creature born from hatred and suffering. His face was scarred and weathered, his blood-soaked clothes and wild hair were only overshadowed by his savage grin—a being born to bring disaster to the seas!
"You insects dare steal from me?"
*Shing!* Mokushiroku, the Molten Blade, was unsheathed, sizzling in impatience. The divine children could only watch as their legs failed to respond.
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"Touch of Death!"
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The evil pirate slashed his blade, unleashing a thick black slash that was filled with his dreadful ability.
The golden floors began to rot away and rust into nothingness while the slash reached its targets. No matter if it was an agent, marine or even a Celestial Dragon, they were all cut into halves!
*Splatter*
Bodies fell with loud thuds, dyeing the magnificent hall with a fresh coat of blood. It was the blood of gods!
"W-Why can we be killed? F-Father, help me!"
"T-This can't be!"
"How dare you!"
Nineteen Nobles were sliced apart, one from each family. They cried out in fear, their arrogance falling apart as the evil pirate took a few slow steps ahead.
"Xahahaha! I knew you Nobles would make some good music with your miserable wails."
Rocks broke out with a broken laugh, holding up his famed blade once more. This time, his target was everyone.
But as he slashed the Molten Blade, he was met with a brick wall.
*Clang!*
The Supreme Blade ran with a dull tremor, echoing through its cracked body and transferring into its user.
Xebec frowned from the slight ache in his arm. He sneered at the man responsible: "Garp, you really want to protect these wastes of human flesh?"
The dishevelled marine was left with nothing more than a simple sailor shirt and blue trousers, but the aura of hero was ever-brilliant.
"Damn you, Rocks! You actually made me save them!"
Garp's face stretched with irritation. He glanced at the Gods, breathing a sigh of relief, which annoyed him even more.
The Vice Admiral uttered a growl, wrapping his left arm with dense Haki.
While holding Xebec down, he unleashed another titanic punch.
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"Fist of Pain!"
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The bone-rattling punch rippled across the scarred Xebec's face, echoing deep into his head and shaking up his very brain.
The crazed captain was shot back, digging deep into the golden walls and leaving behind a shredded path.
"Tch!" Garp was livid.
First from being rag-dolled by Shiki's Awakening and then Rocks from the Titanic, and then he had to do something he hated the most: save the Celestial Dragons.
He surveyed the surroundings, stretching his senses.
He heard the miserable cries of the Nobles, smelled the rotting gold, and tasted the sulphur in the air.
Dozens of Cipher Pol Agents and Holy Guards had appeared, rushing to escort the Celestial Dragons to safety.
"What a mess… Hmm!?" Garp's eyes shot open, feeling the eyes of an apex predator lock onto him.
All he could do was cross his arm over his chest, coating them with dense Haki.
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"Touch of Death!"
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Rocks' attack rammed hard against the Vice Admiral, digging and drilling into his skin.
Garp groaned as the withering attack persisted, shredding into his arms and drumming his entire body with the dense Haki.
Sparks flew from the collision, aided by black lightning arcing all over. Next were droplets of blood before the Vice Admiral was sent soaring across the spanning chamber.
*Boom!* Garp gnashed his teeth as his back slammed onto the wall built to withstand natural disasters!
The attack from before was still strong, slowly tearing its victim through the walls.
He shook his head from the throbbing pain while also hearing a hoarse voice: "It was wise of Kong to send a master of Haki to take me on…but you alone aren't enough to hold me off!"
Rocks laughed as the glorious walls shattered like glass, taking Garp with it.
*Vvoooo!* The wind shrieked as the Vice Admiral was sent to the distance, ripping a man-shaped hole through the forest and even through one of the twin peaks of God Valley.
Meanwhile, the torrents released from Xebec's slash had reached the Nobles nearby.
"Auug–" They couldn't even finish their cries of pain before they were turned into minced meat, and their remains rotting away into black powder.
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"I never thought I'd be thankful to a pirate," a giant slave uttered, freeing himself from his chains.
He, alongside a few hundred others, also liberated themselves. For the safety of the Nobles, they were held behind Seastone glass. Although that, too, shattered, it protected the slaves enough.
"Celestial Dragons… I've always dreamed of killing them with my own hands!"
"I want to dine on their livers!"
"How dare they label us as rabbits!? Let's see how they like being hunted down!"
"Kill them all!"
The shipped slaves were premium and of the highest quality, making a decent few of them quite strong.
The four giants roared, running wild as they kicked and smashed the room apart.
A few minks exploded with electricity, zapping at the Nobles.
Fishmen utilized their Fishman Karate, using the blood and wine nearby to unleash hell.
The slaves ripped them to shreds; men, women and children of Mariejois were swarmed by a horde of prisoners. Some even imposed torture worse than death onto the Nobles, while others grabbed the women and girls.
Blood, painful wails and begging cries were all that remained.
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Meanwhile, another group of slaves were talking amongst themselves.
"Kuma, ve're free!" a large-head boy exclaimed, talking to an even larger and bulkier young fellow.
"The tournament they wanted to hold after the auction has prizes that are the key to our escape!" a young pink-haired girl recounted, balling her fists.
"The Sun-guy Sol robbed the main prize, so they replaced it with another mythical one," she announced, holding up a transponder snail. "The Paw-Paw fruit is still there; we can use it to blast ourselves to distant islands!"
The boisterous and big-headed boy grinned in agreement. "If any of us eats that, ve can escape this hell and the Navy's siege!"
However, a broken-hearted slave by the side couldn't help but shake his head, "But it's impossible. The prizes are kept at the very center of the island!"
Yet his pessimistic attitude was quickly questioned by the young girl named Ginny.
"I'm a pro thief and wiretapper! Two weeks back, I leaked all this info to the outside world! I'm sure my message got someone's attention!" She beamed a toothy smile, "A plan like this needs plenty of decoys running around, after all!"
Now, all that remained was a heavy and insurmountable task. Though the giant young slave was quick to offer himself: "I can help with that!"
"Kuma?" the big-headed one muttered.
"My size and bulkiness will help me survive longer than most!"
Ginny blinked, "I'd hate to see anyone here die when we attempt this."
Yet the words of Kuma had lit a fire in the leading slave's heart.
"Hee-Haw! Vell said, Kuma! I vill not allow any of you to be killed! Ve're escaping God Valley together!"
[Young Slaves Image (in Discord)]
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The other slaves scrambled around. The angered ones took their rage onto the Nobles, while some were fearful at heart.
However, one bellowing laughter overshadowed them all.
"Xahahaha!"
Rocks breathed in the tumultuous air, loving the blasphemous acts of the slaves. He lived off the anarchy, spreading his arms to welcome it.
His feral appearance was amplified by the blood of the Gods, echoing through the broken halls of God Valley. It spread across the castle and even beyond, resounding through the cracked skies above.
He could hear the unnaturally lively God Valley screaming at him; the world was screaming at him!
Xebec was the personification of all things evil, an infernal being born from the hellacious New World. The Screams of All Things had been present since his birth, leaving him to become a vessel of hatred.
[Rocks D. Xebec Image (in Discord)]
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Boom! *Crash*
A man-shaped hole opened up from where Garp had crashed. It was a good 2500 meters from the castle. A ravaged trail of earth connected the two locations, even ripping a hole through entire mountains.
Giant blocks of earth and debris soon rose alongside a cloud of dust as the Vice Admiral clawed his way out.
*Drip* *Drop* Blood dribbled from his mouth and the diagonal cut across his forearms. Garp coughed, clearing his lungs of blood while stabilizing his breathing.
"Huh?" he muttered, feeling darkness fall around him.
The marine turned to the side and noticed he was at the edge of the island. Something was there, casting a broad shadow—a ship with red sails!
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[Battle at the Coast]
*Zzip*
Shing!
BAM!
Dozens of white-clothed agents soared through the battlefield, utilizing the Six Powers. They cut apart hundreds of pirates with little difficulty.
Naturally, all of this was under Xerxes' command.
"You plan on standing around?" the lead agent questioned.
His words were intended for the pirate before him.
"Rahahaha! I'd rather you slaughter them all."
Xerxes snorted at the comment as he simply stood across the Sin Incarnate, his arms crossed and his face as wild as a lion.
"Phantom, do it!"
The Mythical Zoan nodded under his mysterious cloak, the darkness swelling around him.
Under Damien and Indra's curious eyes, the agent waved a shrouded arm and released a stream of dark energy.
It swallowed battalions of people, not pirates, but rather marines! Yet the Vice Admirals nearby didn't comment on it whatsoever.
*Fuuuu* Phantom's energy once more appeared, though this time from his other hand. He directed it to the opposite side of the battlefield, behind the pirate army.
.
"Gate of Babylon!"
.
The energy turned into a giant door spanning over a hundred meters, a portal!
"Very nice," Damien applauded. Phantom had transported a vast number of soldiers to flank the enemy.
A bellowing war cry went off as the teleported marines, all 15,000 of them, ran forward, attacking the horde of pirates from the rear. Within moments, tens of thousands of pirates were attacked from both the front and the back!
Nearly 31,000 Navy officers were cutting apart the pirates. Within minutes, the total pirate count dropped to 14,000 and falling continuously!
…
Xerxes hummed in satisfaction, though it fell apart as he heard his sole opponent's words.
"A cornered dog will bite, especially rabid ones."
The head agent eyed Damien and pondered over his words. He then spanned his Haki across the fourteen thousand pirates and listened.
"..."
Xerxes' eyes shot wide as he felt the 14,000 men laughing to themselves, exploding out their monstrous natures.
"Yee Haw-Haw-Haw! Kill! Kill! Kill!"
"Come on, Navy, feed me more!"
"'Tis me kind o' battle, how lucky I am t' be here!"
Xerxes' breathing hitched, and his brows furrowed: "They're excited!?"
All of a sudden, the near double-sized Navy force lost its momentum and was thrown into a stalemate. They watched in horror as the pirates began to resemble walking corpses more than anything.
'The lack of camaraderie has turned them into nothing more than monsters of chaos,' Damien thought.
Hachinosu had long become an area where all sorts of filth came together, birthing emotions that no mortal soul should have to live through.
Indra was just as unfazed. 'They would make good weapons to wreak havoc. Is this how the Warborns were viewed back then?' he thought to himself.
But then came a flare of his Haki: "!!!"
The swordsman's eyes shot to the side, feeling a powerful presence.
"The Navy is in luck. It looks like they have some…unorthodox support."
Damien smirked at the comment. He, too, naturally felt the fifty or so men arrive from afar. They were led by a familiar swordsman with golden hair.
"Rayleigh," Damien simply greeted.
The man looked in the younger pirate's direction and beamed a smile through his spectacles. "We'll talk over some drinks later."
Rayleigh gestured to his band of pirates as they unfolded onto the Rocks Pirates. It almost seemed that they were helping the Navy in this predicament!
…
"Silvers Rayleigh, what do you want?"
The sword user flashed his sword, reflecting an ominous gleam off its sharp blade. "Admiral Sengoku, your command is needed elsewhere."
Both Sengoku and his opponent, Shiki, were confused.
"Why are you helping us?"
The Dark King chuckled, using his left hand to pop his glasses back up. "The enemy of my enemy is my friend; we share a common goal."
"What's that?"
"The Death of Rocks."
The bespectacled Buddha narrowed his eyes at Rayleigh, huffing a dull breath.
"..." A golden flash soon went off as the huge mythical creature transformed back into the afroed Admiral.
*Vvoosh* Sengoku resolutely flickered away.
"Jihahahaha! Rayleigh, you actually think Captain Rocks can be taken down that easily?" Shiki cackled.
His words earned a shrug, "That remains to be seen. Though I do know for certain that you aren't getting through here!"
Shiki raised an eyebrow. His mane flew wildly as the pirate floated in the sky.
Thud!
Another pirate arrived, this one with twin axes and sunglasses.
"Hmph, Roger's right and left hands… Come on then, show me what you got!"
The Golden Lion roared a burst of Haki, taking on both the notorious pirates!
…
The carnage in a nearby area was just as chaotic.
Boom!
A confident Whitebeard grinned as he continued his duel with Basara.
A simple punch and the coming mountainous sword was shattered to bits.
The Admiral gnashed his teeth, exercising his great strength to the fullest.
.
"Dreaded Devastation!"
.
The spiked earth shot forth at the pirate, spanning hundreds of meters and carrying enough power to cut open the island!
Yet a single punch from Whitebeard and all of Basara's effort was for naught.
"Gurararara, using the earth against a man who can create earthquakes!"
Shing!
"!!!" Newgate's eyes shot open while a sharp pain buzzed near his chest.
*Thump* *Thump* The towering Whitebeard took three steps back, grasping his torn chest with his open hand, blood leaking through the gaps.
"Admiral Basara, your abilities are countered by this pirate. Allow me to hold him back."
The voice was foreign to them both.
Basara looked to the side and saw an elegant ally that had come to his side.
"...Saint Garling?"
*Thud!* Dozens of booms then went off as a vast number of soldiers arrived.
Whitebeard hummed past the dull pain. He exhaled a deep breath, cracking his neck and shoulder. The grip over his glaive tightened as he glared at the new enemies.
"God's Knights… I didn't think you people would ever leave that place."
Then, the pained face warped into a smirk. "Gurararara! Who would've thought that such powerful men amongst the trash at Mariejois."
Garling, who had come with the escort of his God's Knights, scoffed.
"The might of the Celestial Dragons is not simply in our blood. The First Twenty waged endless wars to attain the World Government; our names carry strength and demand fealty!"
A famed blade was raised against the titanic pirate: "You hold the most destructive power here. I simply won't sit back and watch as this Sacred Land is destroyed any further!"
Whitebeard narrowed his eyes, hearing the sharp words and dozens of enemies led by Garling, each one of them at least as strong as a Vice Admiral.
"Then try and protect it!!!"
BOOM!
…
Basara, who was now free, shot toward his other goal. His single eye locked onto the despicable pirate who robbed his other one.
*Vvooo*
The air shrieked as the Admiral raged across entire battle zones and toward the Sin Incarnate. He was all but five hundred meters away before some nuisances arrived.
Boom!
A giant axe planted The Admiral into the floor, but his eyes were unfazed.
"Rocks Pirates' Tragedies!" he grumbled at the sight of Silver Axe and Wang Zhi. He slapped the blades away, standing tall with his cape fluttered in the wind.
"Allow us to entertain you, Admiral Basara," Silver Axe's quaint voice went off.
"Wawawawa!" Wang Zhi wildly laughed. "I haven't fought an Admiral yet!"
…
*Rumble*
The only quiet area of God Valley's coast began to tremble.
Xerxes was deeply worried about the tremors echoing from God Valley, fearing for the Celestial Dragons.
"You don't have time to worry about them."
He turned to the man who spoke, Damien.
The usually bold pirate was rather lax, opting to stay by the sidelines for the first part of the war. Yet suddenly, a few shadows soon fell around the towering pirates, unveiling a few more.
"Majajaja! Leave these Cipher Pol dogs to us!"
"Arai helps Commander."
"Patrón," another voice said. "Hensō, Kaen, and Señor Solomon are taking on Zephyr. We will support you here."
Majin grinned, his bulky body transformed into an ankylosaurus. Arai scratched his rocky head as his body squirmed into the shape of an enormous snake.
The former went for Phantom.
"Come on, little ghost man! Daddy will put you to rest!"
The latter went for another top operative, Mimic.
"Arai fight you and show you the great taste of rocks!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Pablo smoked on a cigar from the side, unloading a volley of auxiliary bullets at his amigos.
…
"Commander."
Damien turned to Indra with a questioning gaze.
The dark-skinned man stood tall amongst the dust, his hand still resting over the sacred Tenmei.
"The Marines' offense has shifted once more," he informed with his pristine Observation. "They have a proper leader now."
Damien felt the winds change as well. "Hmm, it must be Sengoku. We're down to nine thousand while the Navy is nearly thrice as many…"
He locked onto the untransformed Sengoku in the distance, buzzing out orders to the thousands of soldiers.
"I can't let you guys win too easily, now can I?"
A sound of pixelization went off as the young pirate's body exploded into fine red particles, shooting toward the distant Sengoku.
"I am here as well!" Xerxes bellowed, rushing to stop the pirate.
*Boom!* Yet his body was blasted with a bright flash followed by the roar of thunder. The earth below exploded into a crater while nearby trees were lit ablaze.
A clear sky a second ago, yet somehow a storm had spawned!
Xerxes growled out from the hole. His dull eyes looked to the skies crackling with blue lightning.
A solemn look flashed by the head agent's face as he fully understood just how grave the situation had become.
He turned to Indra, his body arcing with blue strands of electric charge.
"We figured out that the Hellspawn ate an electricity-type Devil Fruit… But the lost Rumble-Rumble Fruit was beyond my expectations…"
To Be Continued…
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Author's Corner.
Recall that the Azure Dragon Fruit is already with Big Mom, stolen from Pryde D. Sol. However, the World Government has replaced it with another impressive fruit. Meanwhile, a few battles have begun while Damien targets an old enemy...
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