"Ultimate evil detected. Commencing execution."
The cold electronic voice echoed across the icefield, amplified and merciless, cutting through a landscape already soaked in fire and blood.
A low hum followed.
The hundred-meter mech known as New Century fixed its massive crimson monocular eye firmly on Saint Figarland Garling.
"..."
"Playing at gods and ghosts."
Garling snapped out of his initial shock, fury blazing across his face at the insult.
He was a World Noble.
A Celestial Dragon.
The Supreme Commander of the God's Knights.
The unrivaled ruler of God Valley.
And now a lowly slave, piloting a pile of scrap metal, dared to judge him?
"Destroy it."
He slashed his hand downward.
At his command, the God's Knights transformed into streaks of light, attacking the mech from every direction.
One knight's body twisted unnaturally in midair, collapsing into a pool of flowing black shadow that slid soundlessly across the ice toward the mech's ankle.
Another opened his mouth and released a shrill, invisible scream. Rings of compressed sound rippled outward through the air.
A third knight sprouted jagged bone spikes from his body, spinning like a high-speed sawblade as he rammed straight into the mech's knee.
These were the elite among the Celestial Dragons. Each possessed bizarre and terrifying Devil Fruit abilities, combined with refined combat techniques and Haki.
Against ordinary enemies, they needed no second strike.
But what they faced now was the culmination of Dr. Vegapunk's lifetime of research.
An ultimate weapon of war, integrating the powers of the Marine Admirals.
Inside the cockpit, Kuma's expression remained utterly still.
He slowly raised his left arm.
That arm, formed from thirty PX-Magma units, burned with seething lava. Its massive fingers spread wide, aimed at the ice below, then clenched.
"Magma Spikes."
The frozen sea shattered.
Countless massive magma spears erupted upward, tearing through the ice and forming a dense forest of death.
The knight who had turned into shadow never had a chance to react. A magma spike burst straight up beneath him, piercing his body from bottom to top.
The shadow twisted, evaporated, and vanished in a scream as it was incinerated by the extreme heat.
"What?!"
The other attacks failed one after another.
The invisible sound waves struck the mech's surface, only to be absorbed and broken down by the flowing golden light particles coating its armor.
The spinning bone saw smashed into the mech's knee with a sharp crack. His prized bone spikes shattered instantly. He was flung backward like a toy that had struck an immovable mountain.
The mech's right arm, an ice blade formed from PX-Ice units, traced an elegant blue arc through the air.
A crescent slash swept outward.
"White Mist Sentence."
Where the freezing aura passed, air solidified and everything froze.
The knights who had just been knocked away had no time to stabilize themselves. They were instantly sealed into ice sculptures midair and fell straight down, shattering into glittering fragments across the ice.
At the same time, countless laser ports across the mech's body lit up.
"Judgment of Light."
Hundreds, then thousands, of golden laser beams poured down like a radiant storm.
Explosions thundered across the icefield as light, fire, and frost intertwined.
The God's Knights were overwhelmed.
Their regenerative bodies seemed almost laughable in the face of this all-encompassing, overwhelming assault.
A limb regenerated, only to be pierced by a laser the next second.
Flames were extinguished, only for freezing cold to invade their bones moments later.
"Damn you!"
Garling watched his subordinates fall one after another, rage bursting from his eyes.
Only now did he fully understand. This was no pile of scrap metal.
"Celestial Dragon Style. Divine Might."
He drew his famed blade in a single motion and shot skyward like a bolt of gold.
Golden Conqueror's Haki wrapped around his sword. This was the supreme authority belonging solely to the commander of the God's Knights.
He slashed downward.
A hundred-meter golden sword wave tore through the air, aimed straight at New Century's cockpit.
Inside the cockpit, Kuma's eyes flickered slightly.
Such power.
"Light Guard."
The golden armor on the mech's chest, formed by thirty PX-Light units, flared brilliantly.
A massive hexagonal shield of pure light particles materialized instantly before the cockpit, dozens of meters thick.
The sword wave crashed into it.
The island-cleaving attack only sent violent ripples across the shield's surface.
The shield trembled, then rebounded.
The golden sword wave was reflected back in its entirety.
Garling's pupils shrank. He had never imagined the mech could reflect attacks. Caught off guard, he could only raise his blade to block.
Clang.
The impact slammed him out of the air and smashed him back into the ice.
Blood sprayed from his mouth, staining the pristine white surface a vivid red.
"Ultimate evil…"
The electronic voice sounded again above him.
Garling forced his head up.
The towering mech slowly raised its magma-burning left arm.
The dark cannon aperture pointed straight at him.
"Execution authorized."
"Inferno. Final End."
The magma arm did not fire a shell.
Instead, it disintegrated from the shoulder down, collapsing into a vast ocean of pure, blazing magma that cascaded downward.
The molten flood did not spread randomly. Guided by an invisible force, it spiraled around Garling, forming a massive, slowly rotating magma vortex.
The extreme heat instantly vaporized the thick ice, exposing the black, frigid seawater beneath.
"I am Figarland Garling!"
Garling roared as he prepared to force his way out.
Then the center of the vortex erupted.
A solid white pillar of magma, over a hundred meters in diameter, shot straight into the sky.
Like a volcano rising from hell itself, it swallowed Garling's body in an instant.
The magma column twisted midair, dragging him down and slamming him into the ocean floor far below.
Boom.
The Supreme Commander of the God's Knights was buried in the abyssal depths of the sea.
...
Inside the mech, metal groaned and cracked.
New Century's golden glow dimmed rapidly, then vanished entirely.
Without the support of light-particle energy, the colossal steel body began to collapse in sequence.
The left arm detached first, breaking apart into thirty dark-red PX-Magma units. Their flames flickered weakly, then went out.
Next came the right arm, separating into thirty frost-covered PX-Ice units that hovered silently in the air.
Finally, the golden armor across the mech's body split apart into thirty streamlined PX-Light units.
Ninety next-generation Pacifista descended slowly, landing in perfect formation on the blue ice, lifeless and silent.
One strike had drained all remaining energy.
But it had also precisely executed the commander of the God's Knights, consigning him to the depths of the sea.
"Garling!"
High above, locked in battle with Borsalino, Saint Saturn let out a roar of fury and shock.
For the first time in eight hundred years, cracks appeared in the calm, indifferent expressions of the Five Elders.
Had the balance of this war already begun to tip?
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