One Piece: Surrounded at Marineford? Just kidding!

Chapter 171: Im Descends!

The battle cries, roars, and wild laughter on the battlefield were all swallowed up in an instant.

Garp, Roger, Rocks, and the others, who were frantically exchanging Conqueror's Haki just a moment ago, froze in place.

The fervent determination on their faces vanished instantly.

Instead, there was a deep sense of shock.

Everyone on the battlefield—navy, pirates, the future emperor, nameless cannon fodder—stopped their weapons at the same moment.

They turned their heads and all looked toward the very center of the island.

There.

Something's coming.

A will.

An indescribable, powerful energy enveloped the entire island.

It wasn't simply power, nor was it the conquering pressure of Conqueror's Haki; rather, it was a more ancient, more fundamental, and more absolute will.

It was cold, indifferent, and devoid of any emotion, as if the rules of the world itself had opened their eyes and were looking down on a group of meaningless ants.

Faced with this will, even the mighty Rocks, Garp, and Roger felt their souls instinctively shocked.

"What...what the hell is that?!"

For the first time, the arrogance on Shiki the Golden Lion's face was swallowed up by pure fear.

"What...what a terrifying aura..."

The young Kaido, the strongest creature of the future, was now experiencing uncontrollable muscle spasms throughout his body, his pupils shrinking to a black dot.

Charlotte Linlin's face turned deathly pale.

Her Soul Fruit allowed her to taste the flavor of that will more than anyone else.

That was the ultimate terror that could completely erase her soul and grind it into dust.

In this suffocating silence.

Under the gaze of Lox's suddenly contracting pupils.

A figure slowly appeared in front of Lox.

The person who arrived was one of the Five Elders, Jaigollusia Satan Saint.

But at this moment, he is not Saint Satan.

That familiar face, marked with age spots, held no human emotion at that moment.

Those eyes held no anger, no joy, no murderous intent, only a blank indifference. They were more like the gaze of a god looking down upon mortals—cold and unquestionable.

"Thief, hahaha..."

Rocks' deafening laughter vanished without a trace.

His arrogance and unruliness vanished completely, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity.

Danger!

A danger beyond life and death!

His fighting instincts, faster than his brain, sounded the most piercing alarm.

He didn't even have time to think about who the other person was before his hands gripped the hilt of the knife tightly, his muscles bulging, ready to attack.

This was the first time in his years of conquering the seas that he had sensed the possibility of death before the fight even began.

At this moment, Satan, who was possessed by Im, merely glanced at him with disdain.

That look in his eyes was like someone looking at a bug that was chirping loudly.

There was no anger.

There was no intent to kill.

There was only pure, condescending indifference.

Then he raised his hand.

The space behind him began to distort, rippling in a way that was visible to the naked eye.

Immediately afterwards, four figures stepped out of the hole one after another.

The man in the lead was tall and burly, with white curly hair, wearing glasses, and wielding the first generation of Kitetsu. He was Shepard X. Pitt Saint, the martial arts expert among the Five Elders.

The second person, with blond hair reaching his shoulders and a handsome face, was the youngest of the Five Elders, Izambaron V. Nassshuro.

The third person, short and stout with two unusual long beards, was Marcus Marssan.

The last person was a bald man with a map-like scar on his forehead, and he had the most serious expression. He was Topman Vochuli Saint.

The Five Elders have gathered here!

The five of them stood silently behind Saint Satan, in a row.

Im then swept his indifferent gaze across the entire arena.

He waved again.

hum!

The light flickered.

Several figures were teleported behind the Five Elders by an irresistible force.

The top warriors of the Knights of God.

Meanwhile, the figure who should have been crushed into a pulp by Rocks was standing there unharmed.

Figarand Garin Saint!

His body was reshaped and restored by a godlike power.

Not only were her injuries fully healed, but her magnificent gown was also completely renewed, without a single wrinkle.

However, his handsome face was distorted beyond recognition.

Resentment and malice.

Crazy.

There is also the morbid euphoria of surviving a catastrophe.

As soon as Garin Seiichi appeared, his bloodshot eyes locked onto Rocks in the distance.

"Heh...heh heh..."

A strange laugh, like a broken bellows, came from his throat.

The next second, the grotesque laughter turned into a sharp, piercing roar.

The voice was completely distorted by extreme hatred.

"Rocks—!!!"

"I'd like to see where you think you can run this time...!!!"

The venom and glee in that voice sent a chill down the spines of everyone present.

crazy.

This Celestial Dragon went completely insane after being crushed and resurrected.

With this, the final lineup is complete.

The core is the Satan Saint possessed by Im.

The four Elder Stars, whose auras are as deep as the abyss, form wings.

The elite of the God's Knights, and a fully resurrected commander-in-chief who has fallen into madness, serve as his henchmen.

This power, capable of overturning the world, was prepared solely for Rocks.

The atmosphere on the battlefield has completely changed.

From a frenzied battle, they instantly plunged into an abyss of despair where the sun never rises again.

The slight advantage that the Rocks Pirates had just established vanished in the face of this army of gods.

This is a deadly trap.

However, faced with all of this...

The solemn expression on Lockes' face did not turn into fear.

instead...

Little by little, it was replaced by a morbid madness.

Like a gambler who has lost all his chips, he decides to bet his life on it.

He grinned.

That smile was uglier than a cry, yet more defiant than ever before.

"Thief... Haha... Ha..."

He smiled.

The laughter was low and hoarse, yet it carried a manic madness that seemed intent on tearing a hole in the sky.

"So... this is what you rats hiding behind the scenes really are like?"

"very good!"

"very good!"

"This...is more interesting!!!"

boom!!!

Black and red lightning, a color reminiscent of a conqueror's, surged from his body, stubbornly resisting the supreme pressure emanating from the god.

He was not intimidated.

He was set on fire.

Tensions.

The air froze at freezing point.

At this critical moment.

A tall figure, wielding a massive naginata, strode heavily to Rocks' right.

He didn't look at anyone, but stood side by side with Lox, facing the five god-like figures.

The young, white-bearded Edward Newgate.

He slammed the Supreme Grade Sword "Murakumogiri" into the ground.

"Thump!!!"

A deafening roar erupted on the deathly silent battlefield, forcefully tearing a crack in the suffocating pressure.

Followed by.

He let out that signature hearty laugh.

This time, however, the laughter carried an unprecedented composure and resolve.

"Gurarararara..."

"Looks like things won't end easily today, Lox."