214 With the Justice System

"Rumble——!!!"

Thirty massive magma bombs roared into the sky, merging midair into a gigantic net of fire — its name, "Magma Net"!

It was Sakazuki's proud creation, now perfectly replicated by Vegapunk, its power undiminished in the slightest.

The crimson glow of molten fire reflected off the ice, dyeing this frozen land of death into a blazing hellscape.

"!!!"

"You won't succeed!"

Katakuri roared, slamming both hands onto the deck.

"Awakening—Mochi Hell!"

Sticky white mochi gushed violently from the ship, stacking layer upon layer, forming an enormous wall of solid mochi between him and King!

At the same time, King drew his blade, the wings on his back snapping wide as his entire body ignited into black flames.

A blazing dragon of fire coiled and roared along his sword's edge, then slashed upward toward the descending net of magma!

"Boom——!!!"

The fire dragon and magma web collided fiercely in the sky!

The mochi wall was struck by several magma bombs, producing sizzling sounds as chunks of mochi burned and melted away.

The combined might of these two Yonko lieutenants managed to block most of the attack.

But still, several magma bombs slipped through the gaps in their defense, crashing into the pirate fleet behind them.

"!!!"

"Aaaahhh!!!"

"Help! It's burning—!! It's so hot!!"

Horrific screams echoed across the frozen wasteland.

The pirate ships, trapped in the ice, became perfect, immobile targets.

Magma bombs rained down, setting the wooden hulls ablaze, turning them into giant torches.

Those directly struck didn't even have time to scream before their bodies charred to ash under the searing heat.

Those lucky enough to avoid a direct hit were splashed by molten rock. Their flesh melted away as they writhed in agony across the decks, howling in despair until death silenced them.

The air filled with the stench of burning flesh and the acrid tang of sulfur.

Hell on earth — nothing less.

"Damn it!!!"

Katakuri's teeth ground audibly as he stared at the carnage before him.

Under King's mask, his gaze darkened to its coldest depth.

Again!

That same, familiar, hopeless tactic!

Just like the war at Marineford!

The first strike — freeze the sea, cutting off all movement and retreat, turning the battlefield into a giant cage.

The second strike — overwhelming firepower, indiscriminate bombardment to exterminate small fry, spread chaos, and inspire terror.

Then next...

"Whoosh——!"

As if to confirm their fears, thirty sleek, golden-glowing figures began to move.

PX-Light!

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh——!!!"

Thirty golden beams shot across the air like teleportation, instantly appearing amidst the chaotic pirate ranks.

They raised their arms — fingertips glowing with blinding light.

The next second—

Deadly laser beams, like the scythes of death itself, began harvesting lives with machine precision.

Each beam pierced through a pirate's skull.

Each beam claimed a living soul.

Each beam pronounced an unavoidable death sentence.

Not a single shot missed.

It was cold, efficient — an emotionless one-sided execution.

The pirates' proud Armament Haki shattered like fragile paper against the piercing force of those golden beams, offering no defense at all.

"No... don't come any closer!!!"

A pirate with a bounty over one hundred million Belly watched in terror as one golden killing machine appeared before him. Panic-stricken, he turned to flee.

But as he leapt—

"Crack——!"

The air beneath him froze solid in an instant. A blue-colored PX-Ice appeared below, trapping his legs in blocks of ice.

"Damn it!"

He roared, struggling to break free.

"Boom——!"

A magma bomb streaked in from afar, forcing him to abandon his struggle and raise his blade defensively in panic.

At that exact moment, as the shockwave from the explosion rattled his body—

"Pu-chii——"

A golden laser silently pierced through his heart from behind.

"..."

He lowered his head stiffly, staring at the smoking hole in his chest as the light in his eyes faded away.

Three different models of the new Pacifistas, working with textbook-perfect coordination, had effortlessly erased a pirate who once held fame across the New World.

"..."

"..."

On the flagship, Katakuri and King felt their entire bodies go cold.

They watched as their elite subordinates fell like wheat before a scythe.

For the first time, the feeling of powerlessness gripped their throats so tightly it suffocated them.

It's over...

Everything... is over.

Just these new Marine weapons alone possessed such terrifying battlefield coordination.

Both of them instinctively looked skyward.

There, Kaido and Big Mom were still clashing with Garp and Sengoku — cataclysmic energy tearing the heavens apart, the battle showing no sign of conclusion.

Their gazes then turned back toward the fortress on the horizon.

Hawke. Kizaru. Zephyr...

Those three true Admiral-level powers had yet to even make a move!

"Woo——woo——woo——!!!"

At that moment, the G-5 Branch's battle alarms blared again!

From the watchtower, the voice of a Marine observer, distorted by shock, rang out.

"Report!!"

"Behind the base... a small fleet has been sighted!!!"

"The flag... it's... it's the flag of the World Government!!!"

"!!!"

That report struck like a stone thrown into calm waters — sending waves of shock through every corner of the world!

"..."

All across the world, those watching the battle live felt confusion and dread rise in unison.

The World Government?!

What are they doing here?!

The live broadcast Den Den Mushi, as if responding to the audience's collective disbelief, abruptly shifted its view toward the rear sea of the G-5 Branch.

There — a small but imposing white fleet broke through the waves, every vessel radiating an aura of absolute authority.

At the head sailed an enormous, ornate flagship, its bow carved with the emblem of the World Government.

As the lens zoomed in, focusing on its deck—

The world fell silent.

On that deck stood five figures.

Each wore a differently colored suit — one holding a sword, another leaning on a cane, others with hands folded calmly behind their backs.

They didn't move, didn't speak — yet merely standing there made them seem like the very axis of the world itself, the embodiment of power.

An elder in a white kimono, holding the First Generation Kitetsu.

An elder with blond hair and beard, a scar across his chest.

An elder bald with a thick mustache and a birthmark on his forehead.

An elder with white hair and beard, his expression stern and severe.

An elder with curly white hair, a scar on his left cheek, wearing a flat-topped hat.

And standing behind them — a man dressed in the garb of a Celestial Dragon, gripping a famed blade, his face filled with haughty arrogance.

Supreme Commander of the God's Knights — Figarland Garling!

"..."

"The Supreme Authority of the World Government — the Five Elders?!!!"