Whitebeard's booming declaration shattered the Marines' final thread of mental resistance.
Fear spread like a plague.
Then came a sharp crack.
A Marine's rifle slipped from his trembling hands, clattering onto the ice.
That sound—was the signal.
Panic burst forth like a flood, drowning the entire Marine force in seconds!
"M-Monster…"
"How do we fight that?! What the hell are we supposed to do?!"
"A Prime Whitebeard… a Dark King Rayleigh… it's over… we're all dead!"
In that moment, morale collapsed entirely.
Countless Marines' legs gave out. Some dropped to the ground, eyes filled only with despair.
The encirclement wall they were once so proud of now looked like nothing more than a giant iron coffin—for themselves.
Amidst the chaos, Lucian Thorn's voice rang out crystal clear.
He stood in the center of the battlefield, hands in his pockets, grinning like a devil.
"Gentlemen."
He casually waved to the four summoned figures.
"Now that you're here—go wild."
"Level this place if you want. I won't mind."
That line—was the trumpet of total war!
"Gurararara!"
Prime Whitebeard moved first!
He didn't waste time—just slammed his right foot down onto the ice. Crack—!!
Crack—!!
From where he stood, the ice around him began to shatter violently!
"Stop him!!"
Sengoku's eyes nearly burst from their sockets as he screamed.
But he didn't even need to speak—Akainu, Aokiji, and Kizaru were already charging in!
There was no room left for slacking off or laziness now.
Because they understood—if they let this version of Whitebeard go unchecked, they wouldn't just die—Marineford itself could be erased from the map!
"Great Eruption!!"
Akainu's arms turned to magma, launching two massive molten fists that roared forward like erupting volcanoes!
"Ice Age!"
Aokiji slammed both palms to the ice, releasing a wave of freezing air meant to lock Whitebeard in place.
"Yasakani no Magatama!"
Kizaru became photons, unleashing a storm of golden light bullets like a celestial net, sealing off every escape route!
The Three Admirals—striking together with their deadliest moves!
But—
Faced with their assault, Prime Whitebeard only laughed in contempt.
He raised Murakumo Giri, and with a casual swing—
Crack—!!
Space itself shattered like glass!
A pure, visible wave of white shock rippled forward faster than light!
Akainu's magma fists disintegrated into scattered sparks the moment they touched the shockwave!
Aokiji's freezing air never even reached—obliterated by the raw force of the quake!
Kizaru's light bullets slammed into an invisible wall mid-air and exploded one after another—not a single shot hit!
Just one blow.
Only one!
And the combined attack of the Three Admirals was annihilated head-on!
"What?!"
Akainu, Aokiji, and Kizaru all widened their eyes, faces twisted in disbelief.
'This power…'
'This is nothing like the old, withered Whitebeard… this is on an entirely different level!'
"Damn it!!"
Sengoku's face darkened—he knew he had to join the fight!
He leapt from the execution platform—now guarded only by Garp.
"Human-Human Fruit, Mythical Zoan: Great Buddha Form!!"
Golden light erupted. Sengoku's body expanded instantly, transforming into a massive golden Buddha that blotted out the sky!
He launched himself into the air. His enormous palm, carrying a shockwave that could crush the sea itself, slammed down toward Prime Whitebeard!
"Your opponent… is me, Sengoku."
A lazy, yet sharp-edged voice whispered behind him.
Sengoku spun around in shock.
At some point, the blond-haired Dark King had appeared behind him—Silvers Rayleigh!
He didn't even draw his sword—just swung the scabbard, coated in peak-level Armament Haki.
CLANG—!!!
A deafening crash echoed!
The golden palm that could crush mountains was halted by that single scabbard!
A shockwave ripped outward, fracturing the surrounding ice again.
"Rayleigh!"
Sengoku gritted his teeth at the man before him.
Rayleigh just smiled warmly.
"Long time no see, Sengoku. You've gotten a little older—no need to be so hot-blooded."
"You've been standing up there all this time. Isn't it time to stretch your legs?"
Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, something bizarre was unfolding.
"Hey! Other me!"
The Prime Luffy—meat still stuffed in his mouth—threw an arm over the dazed Straw Hat Luffy's shoulders.
"Snap out of it!"
He pointed at the distant execution platform, eyes burning with determination.
"Let's go get Ace together!"
This timeline's Luffy stared blankly at the man who looked just like him—but felt infinitely stronger.
His mind was blank, but the words "Save Ace" ignited his spirit instantly.
Their goals were the same.
"Yeah!"
He nodded hard.
"Let's do this together!"
The two silhouettes streaked across the battlefield like twin bolts of black lightning, tearing straight through the Marines' lines toward the execution platform!
But just as they reached its base—
A massive figure blocked their path like a mountain.
It was the Hero of the Marines—Monkey D. Garp!
His face twisted with pain and conflict.
"Gramps!"
"Move! We're saving Ace!!"
Both Luffys shouted at once!
Garp clenched his fists so hard his knuckles turned white.
He looked at his two identical grandsons, felt their reckless, burning will—and the veins on his iron fists bulged.
"I won't… let you pass!!"
"The world's greatest swordsman, huh?"
A man radiating demonic sword intent stepped in front of Mihawk.
A sword in his mouth. One in each hand. His green bandana flapping in the wind.
Roronoa Zoro!
Mihawk's hawk-like eyes lost their usual calm—now burning with wild excitement.
He could feel it—the sword intent coming off this man was terrifying.
'It might already rival my own.'
"Interesting."
Mihawk slowly drew the black blade Yoru from his back.
"Let's see how strong your future self really is."
"Three-Sword Style: Secret Technique…"
Zoro crouched low. All three blades surged with dark flame-like aura.
"Nine Sword Style: Asura!"
A destined duel—across time and space—between master and disciple had begun!
Battle erupted in every corner of Marineford!
Prime Whitebeard alone held back Akainu, Aokiji, and Kizaru!
Every swing of Murakumo Giri shattered space itself!
Akainu's magma—shattered.
Aokiji's ice—shattered.
Kizaru's light-speed kicks—bounced off the invisible shock barrier!
They couldn't do anything to him.
Whitebeard's stamina and strength were at their peak, and the Admirals didn't dare get too close, afraid of being caught and crushed in one devastating grab.
Rayleigh's battle with Sengoku was like watching a dance.
Sengoku relied on explosive force, hoping to overpower the younger Rayleigh quickly—
But Rayleigh flowed like water, brushing aside Sengoku's moves with ease.
'Damn you, Rayleigh!'
The mighty Fleet Admiral could do nothing but grit his teeth in frustration.
And the battle between the two Luffys and Garp… was the strangest of all.
"Rubber Gatling!"
"Rubber Rocket!"
A storm of fists rained down on Garp.
He didn't dodge.
He just took the hits—blocking the path to the platform with his body.
Each punch drew blood at his lips.
But the old man never budged an inch.
The entire battlefield had become a god-demon battleground of chaos!
The once-dominant Navy elites who had nearly crushed the Whitebeard Pirates now stood helpless.
Jozu, Vista, and the rest could only stand frozen—watching Prime Pops overwhelm the Three Admirals.
"This… this is…"
'Lucian Thorn's trump card?!'