The Gorosei stood at the center of Brown Square like five colossal monsters guarding the gates of hell.
Each of them released an overwhelming aura that crushed the atmosphere itself. The weak could barely lift their heads to meet their gaze, let alone stand against them.
Nusjuro, in his Bone Horse form, swept his eyes across the battlefield, visibly irritated.
"A bunch of useless trash, you can't even handle something of this level."
The moment his voice fell, his gaze locked onto the densest concentration of the Revolutionary Army.
His four hooves struck the air and his entire centaur-like form shot forward like a streak of light.
At the same time, he condensed Conqueror's Haki into his massive katana.
Just as he prepared to bring it down, a sharp sound rang out.
Clang.
A violent explosion of force erupted as a brilliant white sword slash mixed with overwhelming Haki intercepted his blade mid-air.
Nusjuro narrowed his eyes, staring into the distance.
"Dracule Mihawk, it seems abolishing the Shichibukai system was the correct decision. You truly harbor dangerous intent."
His tone carried cold anger.
Mihawk let out a faint chuckle.
"If the system had remained, we could have coexisted without issue."
Nusjuro's expression darkened further.
"You are like someone occupying space without contributing anything useful. A Shichibukai in name only."
"The world's strongest swordsman? A joke."
The moment his words ended, Nusjuro swung his Haki-coated blade straight at Mihawk.
A rare spark of excitement flashed in Mihawk's usually indifferent eyes.
"Shodai Kitetsu… interesting."
He raised his black blade, Yoru, and met the attack head-on.
Elsewhere on the battlefield, Peter, the giant sandworm, noticed Nusjuro being held back and clicked his tongue in annoyance.
"It seems this world really needs correction. Even ants dare to challenge gods."
Without hesitation, he plunged underground and vanished.
In an instant, he reappeared dozens of meters in front of the Moby Dick.
The Marines stationed on the ship stiffened at the sight.
"Ew, what is that, it looks disgusting."
"Show some respect, that is one of the Gorosei!"
Peter heard their voices and his fury surged.
"Insolent worms… you dare speak of a god like that? Die."
He opened his massive jaws.
A terrifying suction force exploded outward, trying to swallow the entire Moby Dick whole.
"What insane suction!"
"Hold on to something!"
Objects on the deck began tearing free and flying toward that abyss-like mouth.
At that moment, space itself cracked.
Thin rifts spread rapidly through the air, racing straight toward Peter's maw.
Seeing this, Peter quickly shut his mouth and hardened his head with concentrated Haki, meeting the incoming spatial force head-on.
A deafening boom echoed.
His body was blasted backward dozens of meters as the suction force collapsed instantly.
He slammed into the ground, forming a massive crater.
As dust rose, he slowly lifted his gaze toward the ship.
At the bow of the Moby Dick stood a towering figure.
"Gurararara, I've been waiting to trade blows with you old monsters," Edward Newgate laughed.
The Marines aboard the ship erupted in shock and excitement.
"Whitebeard!"
"It's Old Man Whitebeard!"
The one who had repelled the sandworm was none other than Edward Newgate, captain of the Whitebeard Pirates.
Peter narrowed his eyes.
"So you were prepared as well, Newgate."
Whitebeard planted Murakumogiri firmly at the bow.
"Gurararara, of course. Our opponent is the World Government that has ruled this world for centuries."
Meanwhile, along the Marineford coastline, confusion spread across the battlefield.
Marine forces and the Revolutionary Army both stared at several figures that had suddenly appeared.
Even the World Government agents seemed uncertain about their identities.
"That is Jinbe the Sea Knight… and Crocodile too? Masaka."
"Are those the former Seven Warlords of the Sea?"
One by one, familiar faces became clear.
Crocodile, Jinbe, Mihawk, Hancock, Moria, and Doflamingo.
The former Seven Warlords of the Sea.
Even though the system had been abolished, their reputations and power were still deeply etched into the world.
"Wait, Crocodile is supposed to be with the Ion Pirates, why is he here?"
Confusion spread rapidly across the battlefield.
Before anyone could process it, four massive flashes of light crashed down in front of them like falling meteors.
The ground shook violently.
"Wha… what is that?"
"That is… Whitebeard?"
"No way… that is Red-Haired Shanks!"
"And Big Mom… Kaido too!"
"An entire Yonko lineup?"
Fear spread instantly among the soldiers.
Some even staggered backward, their legs shaking uncontrollably.
Others tried to convince themselves otherwise.
"Maybe they are here to help us?"
"That's impossible, look at their expressions, they are not the real ones. Shanks is over there already."
"Then what are they? World Government weapons?"
"Pacifista type units? Replicas of monsters?"
At Marineford's execution platform, Fleet Admiral Kuzan observed everything with a grave expression.
He turned toward Vegapunk.
"This is your doing, isn't it? Only you could create something like this."
Vegapunk exhaled heavily.
"Yes. They are my creations."
His gaze lowered with visible regret.
"My original intention was peace… but things went far beyond that."
After the previous Marineford war, he realized too late that his research had already fallen into the wrong hands.
The Seraphim were created using lineage factors extracted from the Shichibukai and even Yonko-level individuals, allowing them to reach at least seventy percent of the originals' combat power.
"I have committed an unforgivable mistake," Vegapunk muttered.
Kuzan replied quietly.
"This is not your fault. The fault lies with this world."
At that moment, Warcury's voice echoed across the battlefield.
"Seraphim units, authorization granted. Eliminate all Marine and Revolutionary Army forces."
The ten figures' eyes glowed red simultaneously.
Without hesitation, they launched forward toward the Marineford forces.
"Damn it, I knew it!"
"This is the World Government's trap!"
"Prepare to counterattack!"
Then suddenly, several bolts of blue-purple lightning struck down from the sky, weaving into a massive electric net that blocked the Seraphim's advance.
A familiar, arrogant laugh echoed across the battlefield.
"Yehahaha, how could a god be absent at a moment like this?"
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