Chapter 66: The "Gods" Begin to Fall in the Hearts of the World!
"Thank you for the warning me, Hawkeye Mihawk."
"But I have my own plans."
Rok smiled politely, yet his eyes never wavered.
In the next heartbeat — under Mihawk's piercing golden gaze — Rok vanished.
KRAKOOOOOM!
A thunderclap split the sky.
When he reappeared, he was floating high above Marineford.
Even the World's Strongest Swordsman was stunned.
He knew Rok had some kind of monstrous thunder fruit, but only now did he truly feel how absurd that speed was.
And that only made Mihawk's desire to cross blades burn hotter.
It had been far too long since he'd had a real fight — not since Shanks lost his arm.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
With Ace freed, the entire bay had descended into pandemonium.
The Marines, led by Fleet Admiral Sengoku, were desperately trying to recapture him.
Then — a scene that made every Marine's blood run cold unfolded.
Rok hovered in the sky, palm raised.
A colossal thunder dragon — hundreds of millions of volts — formed in seconds.
"ROK — STOP!!!"
Sengoku screamed, eyes practically popping out of his skull, roared until his voice cracked.
Was this kid really going to kill a Celestial Dragon again?!
Shalria was far more important than Charlos.
If she died here, the World Government would go berserk — the Marines would be held accountable too!
Had Rok lost his mind?!
Garp, Whitebeard, every top-tier fighter — all stared in disbelief.
"Kid, don't do anything reckless right now!"
Even Whitebeard shouted a warning.
In his eyes, the mission was already a miracle success thanks to Rok.
Ace was free.
No need to poke the hornet's nest further — especially not the Celestial Dragons.
"Still distracted while fighting me, Whitebeard?! Canine Crimson Lotus!!"
Akainu seized the opening.
A surprise magma fist slammed into Whitebeard's already wounded body.
The Emperor staggered back, coughing a fountain of blood.
And at that exact same moment —
KABOOOOOOOOoOoOoM!!!!
The thunder dragon pierced straight through Marine Headquarters.
Hundreds of millions of volts detonated inside the building.
In a single heartbeat, the proud, centuries-old symbol of Marine authority collapsed into burning rubble.
At that instant,
every person on the battlefield froze.
And through Buggy's live Den Den Mushi broadcast — the entire world witnessed it.
Someone had destroyed Marine Headquarters.
Someone had dared to repeatedly attack the Celestial Dragons.
From this day forward,
the myth of the Celestial Dragons as untouchable "gods" began to crack in the hearts of billions.
Mission accomplished.
Rok turned without a word and flashed toward Whitebeard and Akainu.
The man once called the Strongest in the World was old. Stabbed by Squard, blasted by Akainu — he was fading fast.
Rok knew Whitebeard had come here ready to die.
But that didn't mean Rok would let him.
A living Whitebeard was a deterrent to the World Government, the Marines, and every other major power.
And more importantly — their oath only mattered if Whitebeard survived.
"Damn you, Rok!!"
Akainu felt a chill crawl up his spine the moment Rok arrived.
He refused to admit it out loud, but the truth was undeniable:
Rok's strength was already **on par with an Admiral.
"Gurararara! All you've got is dirty tricks and cowardice, Sakazuki!"
Whitebeard mocked as Akainu instinctively retreated.
"No point wasting words on a dog, Senior."
Lightning flashed.
Rok appeared beside Whitebeard, staring Akainu down with open provocation.
Akainu's magma boiled with rage — but he forced it down.
He knew a taunt when he heard one.
If both Rok and Whitebeard ganged up on him, even an Admiral would be in mortal danger.
"Ace is free. Our deal is active now, Rok!"
Whitebeard looked at Rok with pure pride.
A kid younger than Ace — yet already Admiral-class.
A monster among monsters.
Too bad he still refused to be his son.
"Of course, Senior. Then let's get the hell out of Marineford."
Rok glanced around.
Kizaru had finally limped back into the fight — coat half-burned, but still combat-ready.
All three Admirals were still standing.
Whitebeard, on the other hand, was on his last legs.
Staying longer invited disaster.
They had destroyed Headquarters. They had freed Ace.
Time to go.
"Leave…?"
"
"Gurarararara!"
Whitebeard's laugh echoed across the ruined bay.
"The damn Marines are still swarming us!"
"Fine then — Ace, Marco, all my sons!"
"Go with Rok. Get out of here!"
"I'm just a relic of the old era."
"There's no ship in the new age that can carry me!"
"So run."
"I, Whitebeard, will hold the line!"
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