"Garp!!!"
Whitebeard glared at Garp, enraged beyond reason.
His fists swung violently, even drawing his great blade Murakumogiri into the fight, shattering and slicing apart the very space before him.
The ground around them had already been blasted into ruins.
Yet even such attacks were forcibly blocked by Garp.
Those iron fists of his seemed to be the hardest, most indestructible weapons in the world, hammering blow after blow, making even Whitebeard feel pressure.
Garp gave no answer to Whitebeard's roar.
To him, only stalling Whitebeard could make up for the failure of letting Luffy escape.
At this moment, Little Oars Jr. had already charged to the edge of the encirclement, his massive foot smashing through a wall with a single kick.
As he prepared to continue attacking, he suddenly looked down with doubt in his eyes.
"Dai Nō!? How can there be so many!?"
For there, standing before him, were seven or eight of the Warlord of the Sea Kuma, each one expressionless, walking coldly toward him.
He had never heard that Dai Nō possessed a bunshin no jutsu (Clone Technique).
While he pondered, he raised his massive foot and stomped down with a roar:
"Quit your tricks! I'll crush you flat!"
Facing the descending foot, the seven or eight Kuma opened their mouths, golden light gathering within.
"Shuu! Shuu! Shuu…"
Golden beams fired out.
With a thunderous explosion, the multiple Kuma were crushed beneath Oars' step, but Oars himself let out a heart-rending scream.
His huge body toppled, blood pouring from his foot.
From under his stomp, the Kuma emerged unharmed, firing several more beams into his body before turning their attacks on the surrounding pirates.
From their hands and mouths, golden lasers fired ceaselessly, each one far stronger than any cannonball.
Any pirate struck was either pierced clean through or blown away by the explosive shockwaves.
In an instant, the Whitebeard Pirates were struck with calamity.
Under this assault, ordinary pirates had no means of resistance, and even division commanders and allied captains struggled desperately to fend off the beams.
"What the hell are these things!? Navy Headquarters, what have you done to Dai Nō!?"
Marco, wrapped in the flames of the phoenix, looked upon his comrades' plight with bloodshot eyes and turned his fury on Kizaru.
Kizaru drawled lazily:
"They're not Kuma. They're called Pacifista, human weapons developed by the Navy."
"Pacifista… you bastard!" Marco roared, charging at Kizaru.
His blazing phoenix talons kicked straight toward Kizaru's chest.
Kizaru sighed.
"What a hassle… I wasn't planning on doing much myself, but it can't be helped."
With a wave of his hand, a golden blade — the Ama no Murakumo no Tsurugi (Sword of the Gathering Clouds of Heaven) — appeared.
He slashed down hard against Marco's talons.
A thunderous crash rang out.
Marco's expression shifted, feeling his leg wounded.
As he staggered back, azure flames flared across his body, rapidly healing the injury.
But Kizaru did not relent.
His hands formed a peculiar seal, unleashing a barrage of radiant beams:
"Yasakani no Magatama!"
Countless beams rained upon Marco.
The phoenix body of blue flames was riddled with holes one after another.
Though his regeneration swiftly mended the damage, Marco still felt the heavy pressure.
"Kizaru… this guy… he's too strong…"
Marco's gaze darkened.
He never expected this indolent admiral to possess such overwhelming strength, suppressing him in every way.
Looking back down at the battlefield, Marco's heart grew heavier.
Jozu had fully turned into diamond, charging wildly, but was frozen in an iceberg by Aokiji.
Vista was pinned by Mihawk's blades.
Blamenco had been caught in Doflamingo's strings, tears streaming as he cut down his own comrades.
Others fared no better.
Under the siege of the Pacifista, the Whitebeard Pirates were like cattle laid upon the butcher's block.
"Uzumaki Naruto… haven't you arrived yet!?"
Marco could only place his hopes on the one who had promised to come.
With his power, the battlefield might yet turn.
"Hahahaha! Whitebeard, you're looking a little pathetic!"
A domineering laugh boomed from the sky.
A vast shadow spread over Marineford, making all instinctively look up—only to gasp in horror.
"No way!?"
High above, hundreds of meters in the air, dozens of islands were plummeting down.
Each was enormous, covered with forests, beasts, and even pirates.
Hovering there, golden hair like a lion's mane, both legs replaced with blades, floated a man radiating overwhelming dominance.
Seeing him, Sengoku's lips twitched uncontrollably.
"You came too… Shiki the Golden Lion!"
The three Admirals, even Garp, all felt their hearts sink.
They had never expected to provoke this man—the once-great admiral of the seas.
This was far beyond their calculations.
The navy soldiers shivered as Sengoku's words spread.
"Golden Lion Shiki… the enemy who once battled Pirate King Roger?"
"The Great Admiral of the Seas…"
"They say after Roger's capture, he stormed Navy Headquarters alone and fought here for three days and nights…"
"Yeah… and it took Sengoku the Fleet Admiral together with Garp to finally subdue him…"
"Why is that monster here!?"
Under everyone's horrified eyes, the falling islands burst open, unleashing swarms of savage beasts.
Unrecognizable, violent monsters charged indiscriminately, attacking friend and foe alike.
Both navy and pirates screamed, fleeing in chaos.
Once the beasts had been released, several figures emerged from the islands, and Sengoku and the others felt their hearts sink once more.
"The Spade Pirates' Ace…"
"Rayleigh… and Zero."
(End of Chapter)
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