Though Roldynow appeared to have returned to a "normal" form, not a single trace of relief showed on Garp and the others' faces.
That aura—
Like an Asura descended upon the battlefield—
Was enough to keep them on edge.
He was not actively releasing Conqueror's Haki.
And yet, the pressure lingered in the air, impossible to wash away.
Anyone ordinary attempting to approach him would likely lose consciousness instantly.
Roldyspread his arms, smiling brightly.
In Figarland's eyes, Roldywas full of openings.
But he did not dare to move.
It felt as though—
The moment he attacked—
He would be erased.
"Oh? Why so polite? Come on, attack. If you won't come to me…"
Roldi's grin widened.
"Then I'll come to you."
Before anyone could react—
The figure standing a hundred meters away vanished.
Even with Observation Haki, they could only barely trace his path.
And the cruel reality was—
The body required time to react.
"Where are you looking?"
The voice sounded lightly behind Figarland.
Cold sweat erupted across his body.
A tremendous force smashed into his waist.
The impact was so violent it nearly dislodged his internal organs.
He shot into the sky like a cannonball—
Unable even to properly redirect the force.
And ahead of his trajectory—
Roldywas already waiting.
"Not over yet."
"Armament — World Sever!"
Roldi's right leg tensed like a drawn bowstring.
He kicked.
The wind alone carried cutting force comparable to a Great Swordsman's slash.
There was no suspense.
Figarland's body was severed cleanly at the waist.
Organs spilled from the split torso.
The mysterious regenerative energy within him tried desperately to repair the damage—
But the destruction came too fast.
Roldypressed the advantage.
His fists rained down like a storm.
All of it—
Took less than five seconds.
When the mangled mass of flesh crashed onto the ground of Sabaody—
Silence fell.
Brutal.
Grotesque.
An Admiral-tier powerhouse—
Reduced to meat.
Sakazuki's Absolute Justice wavered for the first time.
The pride he had built as a Marine Admiral shattered under this display.
In the face of such overwhelming power—
Did justice even matter?
Borsalino's expression stiffened.
He unconsciously touched his swollen cheek.
Speed?
Against that?
Meaningless.
Garp's face shifted between complexity and something else—
A faint satisfaction.
He had never liked Figarland.
In fact—
He despised him.
He was stunned by Roldi's strength.
But in the depths of his mind, he remembered the bold declarations the boy had once made.
That brat…
Had fulfilled those childhood boasts—
With brute force.
All of them understood what this meant.
Admiral-tier fighters were the pinnacle of power.
Yet before Roldi—
They were fragile.
This surpassed the Four Emperors.
This was a tier of his own.
A "King of the New Era."
The World Government would not recklessly declare war against such a being.
Not over a few slain Celestial Dragons.
Principles—
Bend before absolute strength.
High above, several seagulls perched atop mangrove branches, snapping photos frantically.
Only Morgans would dare something like this.
"Let's see…"
Roldylooked down at the writhing pile of flesh.
"Can you still revive like this?"
In Berserk Form, his Observation Haki had expanded tremendously.
Because Haki was also a manifestation of bodily strength—
And he was amplifying his entire body.
Now—
He could see more than ten minutes into the future.
Through that vision—
He watched Figarland regenerate.
Roughly ten minutes.
"…You think I'll just stand here and watch my enemy revive?"
Roldi's grin turned savage.
"There's no such thing as true immortality in this world."
He grabbed the mass of flesh and began walking toward the sea.
Not a single Marine or Holy Knight dared to intervene.
The Holy Knights were frozen in terror.
The Marines were not fools.
Charging a Berserk Roldywas suicide.
And since the Holy Knights weren't commanding them—
Why volunteer?
The sea—
The greatest weakness of Devil Fruit users.
Roldytossed the flesh toward the ocean—
Then paused.
With casual curiosity, he pulled off Figarland's trousers.
Strangely enough—
Despite the carnage, they were largely intact.
He tied them crudely into a makeshift sack.
After giving the blue moon-patterned underwear a strange look—
He stuffed Figarland's remains into the improvised cloth bag.
Using a broken plank as flotation—
He suspended the bundle at the surface.
Only the plank floated.
Everything else sank beneath.
"Let's see if you revive now."
Roldygrinned viciously.
At last—
The Holy Knights' expressions truly changed.
Their immortality had weaknesses.
Seawater was one of them.
Even if they weren't Devil Fruit users—
Prolonged submersion suppressed their regenerative ability.
They did not understand why.
But they knew—
If Figarland remained submerged—
He would die.
"Marines! Move immediately! Retrieve Lord Figarland!"
One Holy Knight shouted.
The Marines exchanged strange looks.
Roldysmiled even more strangely.
Some of the smarter Holy Knights slapped their own foreheads.
"…So that works."
Roldyscratched his chin.
The shouting Holy Knight realized what he had just revealed.
He opened his mouth to correct himself—
Too late.
A wild, arrogant laugh echoed across the sky.
"Kihahahaha!"
The sky darkened.
"Garp! And you two newly appointed brats!"
"Even the Holy Knights are here?! What a lively gathering!"
"How could I miss this?!"
All turned toward the horizon.
In the distance—
A massive pirate fleet blotted out the sky like storm clouds.
Endless.
At the front—
A monstrous vessel constructed atop an entire island.
Its prow bore a massive golden lion's head.
Only one man would stand upon such a symbol.
"Impossible…"
"Another Emperor?!"
"The leader of the Flying Fleet—bounty 5,862,000,000 Berries!"
"The Golden Lion—Shiki!!!"
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