"Damn it!! Move for your god!!"
Enel roared furiously under the crushing weight of Red-Haired Shanks' Conqueror's Haki. His golden spear trembled as he tried to drive it into the heart of Saint Plezzes.
"Don't move, lightning brat!"
Bang! Bang!
Two gunshots cracked through the air, forcing Enel to halt his strike. Cold sweat trickled down his temple as two bullets infused with advanced Armament Haki whistled past his ears, grazing his skin and leaving searing pain across his cheeks.
On the battlefield, two figures stood firm—Ben Beckman, the calm and deadly vice-captain, and Yasopp, the peerless sniper. Both men had their rifles trained on Enel, smoke still curling from their barrels.
"Hmph!"
Enel glared murderously at the three—Shanks, Beckman, and Yasopp—searing their faces into his memory.
Boom!
Suddenly, a massive transparent paw print slammed into the ground beside Enel, blasting open a crater. Two towering silhouettes emerged like iron fortresses—Bartholomew Kuma and Gecko Moria had entered the battlefield!
At the same time, Dragon's Conqueror's Haki erupted in a violent surge, his expression unreadable. Beside him, Karasu and Morley watched their commander's face, their cold stares turning on the Red-Haired Pirates as if a devastating clash was about to ignite at any second.
Shanks' eyes narrowed. The opposing lineup was formidable—yet it seemed they weren't interested in backing down.
"Figarland Shanks, save me!!"
Saint Plezzes screamed desperately at the red-haired pirate emperor. His body was drenched in blood, his face scorched and battered, his limbs trembling under the weight of countless wounds.
"Hehahahaha!! A Yonko of the sea, and yet a descendant of the Celestial Dragons? That's the funniest thing this god has ever heard!!"
Enel snarled, his laughter manic, though Shanks' suffocating Conqueror's Haki still pressed solely against him, preventing him from finishing off the broken knight.
"I came to end this war. Dragon… are you certain you want to cross blades with us?"
Shanks ignored Enel's taunts, his voice cold as he addressed Dragon directly. He knew if they fought here, the conflict would explode into a catastrophe that shook the entire world.
"I am only protecting my allies," Dragon replied evenly. He was one of the few who knew the truth of Shanks' bloodline. He also knew Shanks bore Roger's will, and had ties with his son, Luffy.
But before the tension could snap, the female knight Tomirai Palace arrived, leading three heavily injured knights and a swarm of CP agents. Their goal was clear—rescue Saint Plezzes. Perhaps even join forces with Shanks, the estranged Celestial Dragon, to crush both Souta Kiryuu's crew and the Revolutionary Army.
"Figarland boy! Help us wipe them out, and we'll give you another chance to return to the Holy Land!!" Tomirai shouted, her eyes burning as she looked at Shanks—the spitting image of a young Saint Garlin.
The sudden arrival of the Holy Knights put Dragon, Kuma, and the others on high alert. The battlefield had grown even more precarious.
"I refuse," Shanks said flatly. "I came to halt this war. From this moment on, anyone who wishes to continue fighting… will be an enemy of the Red-Haired Pirates."
His lips curved into a grim smile as he drew his famed blade, Gryphon. In an instant, his Conqueror's Haki surged to an even higher level, splitting the sky with black lightning.
Dragon's eyes narrowed—he knew he couldn't match Shanks in the realm of pure Conqueror's Haki. Yet he did not fear him.
Tomirai, however, sneered coldly at the "wild child" who repeatedly rejected the Celestial Dragons' summons. Were it not for the strength of Garlin's bloodline, would Shanks have ever risen this high, this fast?
"Let's go, Enel."
Suddenly, Kuma, Souta Kiryuu's right hand, spoke up. His voice was calm but firm. The goal of their war had already been achieved. To linger longer would only invite unforeseen chaos.
"Kuma… this—!"
Enel turned, unwilling to leave, his eyes burning with rage. But then he caught sight of the storm clouds above, lightning flickering ominously, and a new idea seized him.
"Tch…"
He would drown them all in thunder.
Snarling, Enel kicked Saint Plezzes toward Shanks. With the red-haired emperor's Haki momentarily no longer suffocating him, Enel dissolved into lightning and vanished.
Dragon exchanged a glance with Kuma. Without hesitation, he transformed into a violent gale, sweeping up Karasu and Morley before regrouping with Belo Betty and the other Revolutionary officers. Kuma, in turn, seized Gecko Moria and vanished into thin air.
The Holy Knights tried to block them, but it was hopeless—they were no match for these titans. Worse still, they now found themselves under the shadow of Shanks' crew.
"You lot. Leave this island at once!!"
Shanks gripped the battered Saint Plezzes, his face carved in ice. His Conqueror's Haki rolled out in a crushing wave toward the knights. These rotting Celestial Dragons had openly slaughtered an island of civilians, and their atrocities would soon spread across the world. It was even worse than the God Valley Incident.
"You dare disrespect us?!"
Tomirai and Saint Krayen snarled, their eyes burning with fury at the "wild child" who rejected the Holy Land.
"The civilians of Sorbet Kingdom are under our protection. Leave, now!!"
Shanks' aura intensified, his men stepping up beside him. Beckman, Yasopp, and every Red-Haired officer leveled their weapons at the injured Holy Knights.
"Return Saint Plezzes to us!"
Tomirai's voice was low and sharp, while Krayen, battered and weary, only wanted to recover the Pluton blueprints stolen by Big Mom. If they could secure that, they might still salvage this disastrous mission and avoid the wrath of Imu.
"Do not let me see you slaughtering civilians again," Shanks warned coldly, before tossing the broken Saint Plezzes back at them.
The next second, his expression shifted. His head snapped up—so did everyone else's.
From the sky descended a colossal black thunderball, arcs of lightning crackling around it.
"Hehahahaha!! Holy Knights, Red-Haired Pirates—be erased by your god!!"
Enel's deranged laughter echoed from above as he unleashed his cataclysmic attack. The sphere plummeted toward both factions with apocalyptic force.
Even far away, Kaido's eyes lit up with delight. This was the kind of destructive spectacle he loved most.