Chapter 470: Detonation
The Five Elders were still rambling on about their so-called "divine authority and order."
Their voices echoed under the dome, dull and hollow, as if endlessly repeating the same syllables throughout hundreds of years of history—
"Order," "Obedience," "Divine Will."
The five stood atop the ivory stairs, their expressions solemn, their postures arrogant.
In their eyes, the two Marine Admirals before them had already been awed by this "divine bestowal ceremony" and were silently accepting their ruling.
Saint Warcury raised his walking stick, his voice full of superior majesty: "Very good. It seems you still know reverence."
He nodded slightly, his tone as if he were issuing commands to two tamed beasts.
"Next—follow us. We have prepared a 'dueling ground' for you. You will decide the victor there."
Saint Ju Peter's mouth curled up, revealing a satisfied smile: "Hehe... As expected, mortals will ultimately bow under the oppressive pressure of the Gods."
Saint Nusjuro stood with his hands behind his back, secretly pleased: "Once they finish biting each other, the Marines will splinter on their own."
The five exchanged glances, each secretly rejoicing in their hearts.
"Hehe... The plan is proceeding exactly as we wished."
They might despise these warriors, but they knew very well—these two Marine Admirals were among the most dangerous existences in the world today.
The fury of the strongest Logia users was enough to destroy cities and annihilate nations.
Therefore, they chose "control," using the name of the Gods to divide them, and the blade of order to provoke them.
However—just as they were about to turn around, a suffocating temperature difference suddenly spread behind them.
The air began to tear apart.
Saint Warcury frowned. Saint Ju Peter's smile suddenly froze; he felt his left cheek burning hot, while his right hand was frosting over.
"This is—?"
Before his words could finish.
Behind them, two furious roars erupted almost simultaneously—
"Magma Bomb!!!"
"Ice Age!!!"
"BOOM—!!!"
Heaven and earth collapsed in this moment.
Extreme heat and extreme cold burst forth in the exact same instant. Blazing red light and piercing white cold air swept out from behind the Five Elders.
Like two giant dragons, one of fire and one of ice, tearing at each other in the same space.
The air exploded, and the firmament was dyed red.
A blistering heat like a thousand erupting volcanoes, a freezing cold like a billion-year-old ice sheet crumbling apart—the two natural forces intertwined into a torrent of destruction, instantly swallowing the entire plaza outside Pangaea Castle.
"RUMBLE—!!!"
Shockwaves swept outward. The white stone ground of the Holy Land violently burst inch by inch under the tearing of extreme heat and frigid air. Countless crushed stones and ice crystals soared into the sky mixed with steam.
The Five Elders were almost blown away at the same time!
"Wha—!?"
Saint Ju Peter cried out in shock, the walking stick slipping from his grasp and flying away.
Saint Nusjuro was blasted back by the shockwave, roaring: "You bastards—!!!"
Saint Mars panicked and propped up a defensive barrier, only for it to be eroded into fragments by the cold air in the next second.
Saint Warcury held his walking stick high, forcibly stabilizing his balance. The white stone beneath his feet had already been melted into a bizarre terrain where crimson magma and frozen ice coexisted.
Saint Garling reacted the fastest. He turned around, his sunglasses shattering as he roared: "Bastards!! Who told you to fight here—!!!"
However—his voice was instantly swallowed by the roaring explosions.
Sakazuki and Kuzan couldn't care less anymore. Their figures were like two walking natural disasters.
Fire and ice churned and tore around them, even light fracturing at their intersection.
The air vibrated, the sky trembled, and the world held its breath in this moment.
Their gazes met, battle intent flashing in their eyes.
"I've been putting up with you for a long time—you lazy fool!!!"
Sakazuki roared angrily, his voice like a howling volcano. Boiling magma erupted from his arm.
"Dai Funka (Great Eruption)!!!"
His right arm instantly transformed into a burning volcanic fist. The blazing lava flowed like liquid metal, the extreme heat warping the air into blood-red fissures.
The moment he stepped down—
The entire plaza began to melt!
Kuzan snorted coldly, the frigid air sliding past the corner of his lips like a frost blade: "Your justice is too absolute, Sakazuki!!!"
"Pheasant Beak!!!"
Blue light surged from his right arm. The freezing air condensed into an ice bird spreading its wings. Its feathers were as sharp as blades. As it flapped its wings and charged out, the air froze, and sound fractured.
"—BOOM!!!"
The giant magma fist and the ice bird collided in mid-air!
Fire and ice instantly detonated into an incandescent energy sphere. The expanding airwaves forcibly tore the firmament apart! A massive hole of light was blasted straight into the sky above Mary Geoise.
Searing red light burned the canopy of the heavens;
Piercing white frigid mist froze the ground.
Red and blue intertwined, biting and tearing at each other, tumbling across the firmament to form a painting of absolute destruction—
It was as if two planets had collided in the sky above the Holy Land.
The deafening roar shook the entirety of Pangaea Castle, sounding like the furious howl of "God."
The Celestial Dragons in the Holy Land—those "Gods" living in floating island palaces and wearing bubble helmets—finally sensed the terror of the earth shaking and the heavens trembling.
Looking through their protective domes—
The sky was melting. The golden domes of their palaces were being incinerated, frosted over, and collapsing.
Heatwaves and freezing air coiled along the bridge corridors of the floating islands like two giant serpents, forcibly tearing this place that symbolized the "Domain of the Gods" into half fiery purgatory, half frozen wasteland.
"Wh... what are they... doing...?"
Some Celestial Dragons slumped to the ground, their transparent helmets fogging up with mist and sweat.
"Are they crazy!? This is—Mary Geoise!!!"
"Stop!! This is the Kingdom of the Gods—!!!"
But their cries were thoroughly swallowed by the next wave of explosions.
"—RUMBLE!!!"
The grand white stone avenues fractured and collapsed, the earth's veins trembling. Countless Celestial Dragons watched as their golden palaces were incinerated by raging flames and then covered in frigid ice, shattering into a sky full of frost and fire rain.
The Five Elders scrambled to hide behind broken pillars. Their robes were scorched and curled at the edges, their eyebrows and hair singed. Saint Ju Peter roared:
"Are you all insane?!!"
Saint Garling was furious and horrified, his sunglasses shattered, his voice hoarse: "—This isn't a battle for Fleet Admiral!! You did this on purpose!!!"
However, his roar was once again torn to shreds by the booming explosions.
Magma swept across the ground, and frost climbed up to the heavens.
Pangaea Castle in the Holy Land—the center symbolizing divine authority and order—had completely plunged into a doomsday of interwoven fire and ice under the clash of the two Marine Admirals.
In that moment, even the "Gods" seemed to be scorched and frozen, the air filled with the roaring cacophony of steam and shattering ice.
...
Right at the moment the first wave of eruptions swept out, intense sonic booms rang out from the sky!
"—God's Knights, full deployment!!"
Golden-red capes churned in the raging flames. Shanks and Shamrock led the God's Knights, galloping out from the depths of the Holy Land.
Holy lances gleamed with the light of divine gold, and the armor beneath their capes reflected the intertwining lights of fire and ice.
Their target was aimed straight at the center of Pangaea Castle—that collapsing "Land of Divine Authority."
"Quick!! Stop them!!!"
Saint Mars cried out, his voice tinged with fear for the first time.
Saint Garling turned and roared, his voice tearing through the storm: "—You are seeking your own deaths!!!"
Raging flames pierced the sky, frigid air howled. In that moment, gods and men, ice and light—intertwined into a chaotic canopy.
...
Meanwhile, high in the sky above.
The cloud layers were baked by the heatwaves, churning and twisting.
Two figures stood in the high altitude where flames and frigid mist intersected, looking like judges overlooking a war.
Borsalino uncharacteristically dropped his usual cynical smile. His gaze pierced through the clouds, looking down at the Holy Land below.
The light of that explosion reflected on his golden lenses, like silent meteors falling into the abyss.
"Roy, my boy,"
He spoke slowly, his tone unusually serious, "This time... didn't we take things a bit too far~?"
Roy stood with his hands behind his back, letting the wind flutter his cape. "—It doesn't matter."
He smiled faintly, his gaze as profound as the deep sea, as if watching a chess game whose outcome had long been decided.
Kizaru narrowed his eyes, letting out a sigh that was half-helpless, half-profound: "Kowai ne~ (How scary~)..."
The Holy Land below was still burning, the brilliance of fire and ice weaving into a massive scar across the night sky.
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