"Whoa!!!"
"No mistake about it—that old man's a living legend among the Marines!"
"Former Marine Marshal, now the World Government's Commander-in-Chief—Kong!"
"In response to today's battle turning upside down, even the World Government has finally sent in reinforcements!"
"This changes everything! The tide of war might shift again!"
"If it's the World Government stepping in, then Commander Kong isn't the only powerhouse here!"
"Look beside him—see that bald old man with the crescent-shaped head? I don't know who he is, but he looks like he can fight!"
The Sabaody Archipelago's live broadcast plaza erupted once again into chaos.
"Ah—ahhh! Wait! I recognize him! That moon-headed old man—he's one of the biggest figures in the Holy Land of Mariejois! The legendary leader of the Knights of the Gods, Saint Figaland Garin!"
"The Knights of the Gods?!"
"Figaland… Garin? Holy—!"
Few among the crowd had even heard of that secretive order, much less understood what it represented. But when the name 'Saint' was spoken, even the least educated among them knew what it meant.
That title could only belong to the Celestial Dragons—the so-called gods who ruled over the world.
"Saint Figaland Garin?!"
"Wait—so that old man's… a Celestial Dragon?!"
"Are you serious?! A real Celestial Dragon on the battlefield?!"
"I thought those people just strutted around Mariejois with bubble helmets and slaves, not… this!"
"Shh! Are you crazy?! Don't talk about the Celestial Dragons like that—you'll get yourself killed!"
Whispers spread rapidly, nervous and fearful. Even the nobles among the crowd dared not speak too loudly when the "nobles of the world" were being discussed.
"Not only is the World Government's Commander-in-Chief here, but now even a Celestial Dragon has stepped onto the field!" someone exclaimed.
"This war isn't just between the Whitebeard Pirates and the Marines anymore—it's something much bigger!"
"That's right! The whole meaning of this Summit War has changed! This is the first true face-off between Fairy Tail and the World Government! That day has finally come!"
At Marine Headquarters, atop the crumbling battlefield—
The tense standoff between Marshal Sengoku and the Golden Lion had just reached a breaking point.
As Shiki toyed with the video transponder snails, Sengoku froze for an instant—then his face twisted in alarm.
He realized immediately what had happened. The shut-down broadcast had been reactivated.
If this continued, the whole world would witness the unfiltered truth of the war—no propaganda, no cover-ups.
"Porusalino! Destroy those two transponder snails—now!" Sengoku barked.
"Understood!"
Admiral Kizaru didn't hesitate. In a flash, he raised his right hand, his fingertip glowing with deadly, concentrated light.
Bzzzt!
A golden laser burst forth, streaking toward the snails suspended high in the air.
Just as the beam was about to hit—
"Jiehahahaha!"
Golden Lion Shiki waved his hand, smirking. His Float-Float Fruit ability flared to life, and the two snails effortlessly dodged the attack.
"This is my grand reappearance after twenty years, Sengoku. Don't get in my way!" he taunted, his grin full of mockery.
"Damn you…" Sengoku seethed, fists trembling.
Before he could reply, a calm, authoritative voice cut through the battlefield.
"That's fine," said Saint Figaland Garin evenly. "Let the broadcast continue. The world deserves to see what kind of filth this so-called 'Fairy Tail' really is."
Then, stepping forward, Commander-in-Chief Kong bellowed sternly, "Fairy Tail—are you truly prepared to defy the World Government to the bitter end?"
Across the smoking battlefield, Sugisawa Yuuto grinned—cold and fearless.
"Shouldn't I be the one asking that?" he shot back. "Is your World Government prepared to make Fairy Tail your enemy?"
Kong's eyes hardened.
"So be it," Saint Garin replied, clapping his hands once, his voice sharp as steel. "There's nothing left to discuss."
Clap!
"Do it!"
The instant his order fell—
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two figures leapt down from the massive World Government airship, streaking toward the battlefield like falling meteors.
In an instant, they landed in separate combat zones—each radiating overwhelming power.
On one side, before Bartholomew Kuma and Bonney, stood a dark, muscular figure—a bear-headed warrior, black wings unfurled, roaring flames burning from his back.
On the other side, before Erza and Dracule Mihawk, another warrior descended—a striking young man with deep brown skin, surrounded by searing fire. His presence radiated heat and pride, his eyes like burning embers.
The battlefield trembled. The air ignited.
The World Government's hidden enforcers had arrived—
—and the world was about to witness chaos unlike anything before.