At this moment, the core battlefield of God Valley had become a place where the boundary between light and darkness completely blurred.
Rocks.
Whitebeard.
Kaido.
Golden Lion Shiki.
Charlotte Linlin.
They crashed head-on into the overwhelming pressure constructed by the Five Elders and the being standing at the very peak of the world—
Im.
The sky tore apart into countless irregular fragments.
Black-red.
Pale white.
Dark violet.
Crimson gold.
Rosy pink.
Together they formed an apocalyptic spectacle.
The earth wailed.
Every inch of soil cracked and shattered under the collision of terrifying wills, crumbling into primal dust.
The aged human face of Saint Saturn, now possessed by Im, had shed the last trace of its cold disguise.
It seemed the being had completely lost patience with speaking to mortals.
Perhaps from the very beginning—
These insects had never been considered worthy opponents.
He simply raised his withered hand slowly.
Coldly.
Casually.
"Erasure."
Erasure.
The instant those two words fell—
It was as if time itself resumed.
The first to move—
Was Rocks D. Xebec.
"Zehahahahahaha!!"
A thunderous laugh exploded.
There was no fear in it.
Only absolute arrogance and boundless battle lust.
Black-red Conqueror's lightning wrapped around his body like living serpents, crackling wildly.
The earth beneath his feet burned black.
His entire body became a shadow that split through space itself—
Charging straight toward the King of the World.
"You think you can erase me?!"
His roar merged with the slash of his blade.
The strike condensed into a pitch-black arc powerful enough to split the entire island.
"You're not worthy!!"
He moved.
And the monsters behind him moved as well.
"Gurarararara!"
The young Whitebeard, Edward Newgate, let out a booming laugh.
Both hands gripped the naginata Murakumogiri.
His arms bulged with muscle, veins twisting like dragons.
He didn't strike his opponent directly—
Instead he smashed the air itself.
CRACK!
A piercing sound rang out.
The atmosphere shattered like glass.
White shockwaves wrapped around the blade, forming a devastating torrent of destruction that surged toward the bald Five Elder wielding the cursed blade Shodai Kitetsu.1
"Your opponent… is me!"
"Jahahahaha!"
Golden Lion Shiki laughed wildly.
Holding both swords, his body spun at high speed in midair.
Golden sword energy burst outward in every direction.
Yet the attacks were precise rather than chaotic.
They formed a cage of blades—
A storm of death—
Swallowing two of the Five Elders at once.
"Let you old fossils see what I'm really capable of!"
"Mama mama mama!"
Charlotte Linlin's laughter was shrill and unhinged.
In her left hand she grabbed the sun Prometheus.
In her right hand she wielded the thundercloud Zeus.
Her massive body moved with shocking speed.
Like a runaway war chariot, she charged forward with an army of Homies behind her—
Straight toward the God's Knights, led by Saint Figarland Garling.
Their eyes were empty.
Emotionless.
"What beautiful souls!"
"They'll all become part of my collection!"
She fused Prometheus and Zeus together.
A colossal beam combining lightning and fire erupted forward, sweeping across the battlefield.
"ROOOOAAAR—!!!"
Finally—
Kaido.
With a thunderous dragon roar, his body expanded violently.
Muscles tore through skin.
Bones groaned under impossible pressure.
Within seconds he transformed into a colossal azure dragon that covered the sky.
His jaws opened wide.
A blazing dragon breath infused with pure destructive will poured downward like divine punishment—
Turning the rear ranks of the God's army into a sea of fire.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
God Valley was instantly split apart—
Becoming several separate battlefields.
At the center—
Rocks clashed directly with the Saturn possessed by Im.
BOOM—!!!
A sound beyond description erupted.
Not a mere noise—
But pure energy detonating.
Black ripples spread outward from the collision point.
Wherever they passed—
Rock and soil turned into powder.
Rocks felt it.
His blade had struck the opponent.
But the rebound force was immeasurable.
The power he believed could suppress an entire era—
Now seemed insignificant before Im.
Im didn't move.
Rocks' ferocious slash vanished in an instant—
As if it had never existed.
Then an even more terrifying force rebounded along the blade.
"PUH!"
Rocks' pupils shrank.
His body was blasted backward.
His feet carved dozens of meters of trenches across the ground.
He crashed through three hills before barely stabilizing himself.
Blood split open from the tiger's mouth of his grip.
One move.
And the gap was clear.
Elsewhere—
The other battlefields had already descended into feverish stalemates.
The God's army might not have been overwhelmingly powerful individually—
But their numbers were immense.
And they possessed immortality.
The Five Elders—each appearing like decaying corpses—revealed their monstrous true strength.
The bald swordsman facing Whitebeard merged the demonic aura of Shodai Kitetsu with his own Haki.
The battlefield beneath them had already become a bottomless canyon.
Golden Lion Shiki fought two elders alone—
Yet was completely restrained.
One moved like an illusion, leaving spatial afterimages with every step, causing Shiki's sword strikes to miss.
The other relied purely on overwhelming martial power.
His fists, coated in black Armament Haki, clashed directly with Shiki's legendary blades.
Their flawless coordination shattered the storm of sword energy Shiki once commanded.
The arrogant pirate was forced into a desperate defense.
Charlotte Linlin's Homie army collapsed like wheat under the perfectly synchronized sword formation of the God's Knights.
The soul constructs were as fragile as paper before the knights' perfectly tempered blades.
Figarland Garling himself fought like a madman.
His sword strikes were vicious and relentless.
He abandoned all defense.
Every attack targeted Linlin's vital points.
The hatred in his eyes was nearly tangible.
As if he wished to carve her into pieces.
Kaido's dragon fire burned the land—
Yet the elite warriors of the God's army walked out of the flames completely unharmed.
Every one of them carried the immortal divine power granted by Im.
Even monsters like Whitebeard and Shiki could not gain the upper hand against such numbers—
And such undying enemies.
God Valley had become a gigantic meat grinder.
Conqueror's Haki clashed endlessly, tearing monstrous rifts across the sky.
Black lightning rained down like a storm.
Devil Fruit powers and supreme swordsmanship ravaged the battlefield.
Mountains flattened.
Rivers evaporated.
The island's terrain changed before the naked eye.
This battle—
Would be recorded in history.
And then—
At the edge of the battlefield—
A black figure fell from the sky like a meteor.
BOOM!
A massive crater formed.
When the dust cleared—
Monkey D. Garp stood there.
His face was filled with shock.
He stared at the battlefield where gods and demons clashed.
His mind went blank.
Island-destroying attacks.
Monstrous figures.
World-shattering pressure.
Was this really a battlefield humans could step into?
Then—
Another figure appeared nearby, accompanied by wild laughter.
"Wahahahaha! Looks like I arrived just in time for the party!"
Gol D. Roger rested his hand on the hilt of Ace.
Looking at the chaotic battlefield before him—
There was no fear in his eyes.
Only overwhelming excitement.
Like a shark smelling blood.
He had sensed that destined enemy of the Will of D.
Instead of fear—
His blood burned with battle lust.
These two unexpected arrivals were like cold water thrown into boiling oil.
The already chaotic battlefield now gained two enormous variables.
At the center—
Rocks wiped the blood from his mouth.
He lowered his head.
Looking at his trembling right hand.
Calmly—
He smeared the blood across his blade.
Then he looked up.
His laughter became even more savage.
"Interesting…"
"Really damn interesting!"
Black-red Haki gathered once more around his blade.
This time it was denser.
Deeper.
As if it would swallow the very light around it.
Once again—
He kicked off the ground.
The earth beneath him shattered.
His body turned into a faster black comet—
Charging once more toward the solitary figure standing at the peak of all existence.