One Piece: Surrounded at Marineford? Just kidding!

Chapter 604: Yaruru's Warning!

The terrifying aura emanating from Im's true form penetrated the stone wall and entered the Elbaf Hall directly.

The entire hall was shaking violently!

Everyone hiding inside the palace was trembling with fear!

Usopp's knees buckled.

He fell heavily onto the cold ground, his cheek pressed against the rough surface.

My legs were trembling violently.

Cold sweat soaked through Usopp's back. He dug his hands into the cracks in the ground.

Fear shattered her psychological defenses. Tears and snot streamed uncontrollably down her face.

"What kind of monster is this?"

Usopp cried out, his voice trembling. His voice was sharp and piercing.

He frantically turned his neck to look at his companion.

It looks even more terrifying than the eagle and the black dragon outside!

"We're going to die here."

Chopper curled up into a tight ball of fur. Every single strand of his brown fur stood on end.

He hid in the shadows of the corner, trembling.

He was so frightened that he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Nami didn't fall down. She bent over with difficulty, gripping the Clima-Tact tightly to protect Chopper.

He tried to use his frail body to block the oppressive force.

The resistance was utterly ridiculous.

Nami's hand, which was gripping the Weather Stick, was trembling.

However, Nami still tried to harness the power of the Weather Stick.

Black thunderclouds had just formed at the top.

Im's powerful aura swept over, and the thunderclouds instantly dissipated.

"No, compared to the owner of this aura, the power of the Weather Staff is still too weak."

Nami whispered desperately. A look of panic flashed in her eyes.

He raised his head and looked towards the entrance of the hall. There stood Elbaf's most elite warriors.

Hajrudin led dozens of giant warriors to guard the entrance.

He was once a fearless warrior, possessing the power to destroy mountains. Yet now he felt utterly insignificant.

Haildin's legs were slightly bent, and he assumed a stable horse stance.

He gripped the steel battle axe tightly with both hands. The axe blade gleamed with a cold light.

The oppressive force continued to pour in. An unbelievable scene unfolded.

A battle axe powerful enough to cleave a warship in two. The axe blade was cracked by an invisible pressure.

The sound of metal snapping was crisp and clear. It pierced the deathly silent hall.

The giant warrior's steel shield was not spared. Black frost had formed on its surface.

It emanates a chilling aura. It possesses a vicious, corrosive quality. The surface of the stainless steel is peeling away.

The cold air seeped into the giant arm through the handle. The muscles stiffened. Blood flow slowed drastically.

The young giant warrior at the very front could no longer hold on. His eyes were filled with terror.

His knees buckled completely. His massive body crashed to the ground.

The massive warhammer slipped from his grasp and slammed heavily onto the broken stone slab. Shards of rock flew everywhere.

Prince Halding

The young soldier asked the question in despair, his voice trembling with tears.

"What power is this? Has our god abandoned us?"

We haven't even seen a shadow of the enemy.

"We simply cannot win."

Haildin turned his head sharply, glaring angrily at the young soldier.

I bit my lip, drawing blood. The blood stimulated my nerves.

He forcefully held the battle axe horizontally in front of him. His arm muscles bulged.

Veins bulged. He roared with all his might.

Stand up and grip your weapon.

Hailding's voice boomed like muffled thunder.

"We are Elbaf warriors; we will not kneel even in the face of death."

"Defend the hall at all costs! We must not allow this aura to harm civilians!"

Haildin's command was firm and resounding. But he knew the truth in his heart.

This power is irresistible. It transcends the realm of war.

It was a one-sided crushing of mortals by the gods. The bones groaned in agony.

Despair descended upon the hall. Elder Yaruru, standing in the corner, underwent a transformation.

This eldest wise man had previously fallen into extreme fanaticism.

They knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly. They cried out for the return of light.

Now, under the oppressive, dark red aura, he miraculously stopped trembling.

Yaruru straightened her hunched body. Her withered hands no longer trembled.

I looked down at the wooden cane. Its surface was covered with black frost.

He suddenly gave a cold laugh and threw his cane to the ground.

The cane struck the stone slab, shattering instantly into a pile of ice shards.

Aruru tilted his head back. His gaze pierced through the dim light.

He stared intently at the massive crack in the roof. Dark red light seeped in through the crack. His gaze was complex.

Fear mingled with the murky eyes of an old man. And there was the ancient hatred deep within his blood.

Intense hatred. Bloodshot eyes. Facial wrinkles twitching violently. A emaciated chest heaving.

"Finally, you finally came."

Yaruru spoke in a hoarse voice. The voice wasn't loud.

Yet it possessed a magic that penetrated the soul. All eyes were drawn to it.

"I have waited far too long for this day."

"Yaruru said through gritted teeth, his hands clenched into fists."

"This nauseating stench is like the putrid smell creeping up from the deepest depths of hell."

"Even if I die, I will never admit my mistake."

Haildin stared at Yaruru in shock. He had never seen the elder so ferocious.

Enduring immense gravity, he took a difficult step forward.

"Elder Aruru, what are you saying?"

Haildin pressed on loudly.

"Do you know who owns this power? Isn't it a general of the World Government?"

"general"

Aruru let out a chilling laugh. The laughter was full of mockery and sorrow.

"How could a lackey of the World Government possibly possess the power to rob life?"

"Halding, you're too young. Your generation has no idea about the history of Elbaf."

Aruru closed his eyes in pain. Cloudy tears streamed down his cheeks. Bloody memories flooded his mind.

"This is the force that controlled King Harald back then."

Yaruru suddenly opened his eyes and roared.

"Where is the monster hiding at the highest point of the Red Line?"

"An evil spirit that treats the whole world as a plaything"

"She finally dared to set foot in Elbaf herself."

The hall fell into a deathly silence. Outside, the roar of engines continued unabated.

Halding's pupils contracted sharply. He knew Harald.

That's a huge scar on Elbaf's history. But I never thought about it.

The mastermind behind the disaster. Their power is terrifying.

Is she targeting us?

Haildin swallowed hard.

"No"

Yaru shook her head. Her gaze fell on the crack in the roof.

"In her eyes, giants were nothing more than ants she could crush at any moment."

Her target was the eagle in mid-air.

"Who is the black-clad man who awakened ancient powers?"

Aruru's chest heaved. He turned around and looked at the Straw Hat crew in the corner.

Their gazes fell on Usopp and Nami.

Listen

Yaruru spoke solemnly.

"Your captain, that straw hat kid, and Loki..."

They are standing right in the eye of the storm.

They must win.

Aruru suddenly raised his hands, praying to the unknown.

The sound echoed in the hall, carrying a sense of finality.

"If we lose, Elbaf will turn to dust."

"There is no one who would allow any resistance to survive."

Even if this island were completely wiped out...

"and"

Aruru's voice was low and deep. His gaze was fixed on the shattered ground.

The gaze pierces through thick layers of rock, revealing the secrets deep within the Elbaf lands.

"If someone really wins"

What lies hidden deep within the Elbaf lands

"A contingency plan that even the gods fear will completely spiral out of control."

"By then, it won't just be Elbaf that will be destroyed."

The whole world will be buried with her arrogance.

Aruru's words struck like a hammer blow, utterly shocking everyone.

The voice just fell.

A violent tremor came from the ruins outside the hall. It was more intense than ever before.

Large sections of the hall walls collapsed. A fierce wind, mixed with ice and snow, swept in. Black ash poured out in a frenzy.

A deep, painful roar tore through the wind and snow. It was Loki, the black dragon.

The roar was filled with vigilance and anger. Trembling was impossible to conceal.