Rocks Pirates.
As Rocks's wild proclamation faded, Golden Lion Shiki stepped forward with a wicked grin. Raising his right hand, he flicked his fingers downward.
Countless pirate ships swooped from the sky, diving straight toward God Valley.
They crashed into the outer ranks—slamming into the slave army and the hastily assembled branch Marines. The carnage was immediate and merciless, bodies crushed and scattered in every direction.
But that was only the beginning.
No sooner had the ships smashed into the earth than hordes of pirates leapt from their decks, blades drawn, plunging into brutal melee with the defenders below.
At the center of it all, Rocks and his top officers surged straight for the palace at the heart of the island.
"Buddha's Shockwave!"
A booming voice thundered out, resonant as a temple bell.
A golden shockwave, hundreds of meters wide, burst forth—shattering the sound barrier as it hurtled toward Rocks and his crew.
"Gurararara!"
"So it's Sengoku, huh?"
With a bellow, Whitebeard vaulted forward. He drew his right fist back, a sphere of white energy swirling around his knuckles. With a roar, he swung at the oncoming shockwave.
Crack! Crack!
The air itself splintered, spiderwebs of fracture racing outward. The force of his Tremor-Tremor Fruit erupted, smashing into the golden wave.
BOOM!
Thunder exploded across the battlefield, carving a crater hundreds of meters wide into the earth.
A fierce wind swept through, tearing away the smoke and dust.
At last, the two sides stood face to face—the true battle had begun.
"Buru buru, buru buru."
The Den Den Mushi left in the palace rang out. The burly Five Elder picked up the receiver.
"Kong isn't here. This is one of the Five Elders. Speak."
"Ah! My lord, the Buster Call fleet will reach God Valley in half a day. Please advise."
"When you arrive, initiate the Buster Call. Wipe out the pirates on the perimeter first, then await further orders."
"Understood!"
"..."
"..."
Half a day later—
On the outskirts of God Valley, the slave army and the branch Marines had been decimated.
It was hardly surprising. On one side were the ruthless pirates of the New World; on the other, mere slaves and Four Blues branch Marines. Holding out against two waves of assault had already been a miracle.
If nothing unexpected happened...
But the unexpected did happen!
Just as the final defensive line was about to collapse, the clear blue sky above began to change. Crimson clouds rolled in, painting the heavens as if set ablaze.
Countless pirates glanced up, confusion flickering in their eyes.
Then, as the burning clouds were pierced by a swarm of tiny black dots, panic seized the crowd.
"Hey, what the hell is that? Are you kidding me?!"
"How the f*** is something like that falling from the sky?!"
"Take cover! Move!"
"RUN!!"
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Enormous fists of molten magma rained down from above, crashing into the chaos like a storm of meteors.
Any pirate struck directly was vaporized on the spot, dissolved by searing lava before they could even scream.
Wherever the magma fists landed, they exploded outward—obliterating everything in their path. Worse still, the lava's corrosive and toxic qualities made escape impossible.
"AAAAHHHH!"
"HELP ME!"
"Pull me up!"
"Please, don't leave me! Take me with you!"
Agonized screams filled the air. Anyone touched by the lava was instantly reduced to mangled limbs and charred remains.
The relentless barrage of magma fists harvested lives by the hundreds. In mere moments, nearly a third of the attacking pirates had vanished—swallowed by the inferno.
The blood-red sky and the rivers of lava below reflected one another.
For a heartbeat, this place was no longer part of the human world—
It was hell itself.
On the Marines' side, the Four Blues branch soldiers erupted in wild cheers. They recognized this magma—oh, they knew it well!
"Magma! That's magma!"
"Rear Admiral Sakazuki is here!"
"Hahaha!"
"Hold the line, brothers! Reinforcements have arrived!"
"YEAH!!"
The final magma fist crashed down right in front of the defensive line.
Sakazuki swept the battlefield with his Observation Haki. Seeing the battered, bloodied Marines, his expression turned grim.
"Still too late…"
"Damn sea trash."
"Grand Magma Burial!"
With a surge of killing intent, the last magma fist on the ground twisted and transformed—taking on the form of Sakazuki himself.
All across the battlefield, the lava writhed and surged, gathering and reshaping at his command.
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