"Saint Figarland Garling!"

"What is that!?"

"A laser cannon!?"

"Isn't that Borsalino's ability? Something's off!"

"Wait—something's hiding behind the clouds!"

"..."

Ten members of God's Knights darted closer, drawn by the thunderous explosion. Their gazes locked on the young Marine wreathed in crackling blue lightning, expressions tense and wary.

"Damn it... what the hell kind of attack was that…"

Saint Figarland Garling climbed out of the burning crater, scorched and disheveled. His expression turned darker by the second.

His once-pristine, crescent-shaped hairstyle now hung in scorched clumps, the elegance gone, leaving him looking almost comical.

"You bastard... who are you?"

He lifted his head, bloodshot eyes fixed on Momonga, rage simmering in his voice.

The fires across the land were gradually being subdued under the efforts of the Holy Land's guards. The inferno Fisher Tiger had unleashed was finally being contained. CP agents and Holy Land troops flooded in from every direction, weapons ready, all aiming warily at the strange Marine floating above them.

Momonga looked down on the ruins below, meeting countless eyes filled with hatred, fear, and rage.

The so-called supreme God's Knights.

The arrogant CP agents.

The self-important Holy Land guards…

All those who had never spared a glance at the North Blue Navy now watched him with sharpened hostility, poised to strike.

And yet, for the normally composed Momonga, a strange thrill surged beneath his skin—an unprecedented mix of dread and exhilaration that made his body tremble.

So this is Mary Geoise… and it's not so invincible after all.

"I am Momonga, Admiral of the North Blue."

His voice was calm and flat.

As he spoke, he slowly spread his arms wide.

Rip.

Rip.

Rip.

Brilliant arcs of lightning burst from his arms, snaking skyward and scattering across the dark heavens like a field of stars.

Thunder crackled.

Blinding bolts bloomed and vanished in waves, blanketing the sky in an instant.

Countless streaks of lightning split the clouds and crashed down to earth, detonating one after another.

Cries of panic echoed from every corner of Mary Geoise. In the Land of the Gods, Celestial Dragons screamed and trembled, frozen in terror.

Their wide eyes stared upward, locked in place.

Above Mary Geoise, under the pulsing glow of lightning, the darkness was gradually driven back.

A massive silhouette began to emerge from the dense sea of clouds.

A streamlined bow designed for speed and shock. A hull plated in high-strength alloy. Sleek glider wings balanced perfectly for sustained flight…

It was a fortress—a floating warship of metal and might!

Weapons lined its hull in terrifying arrays, but none more menacing than the triple-barreled main cannons at the front. Their gaping, pitch-black muzzles looked like the jaws of monsters bred for war, ready to devour all in their path.

A wave of raw, iron-blooded pressure surged through the air with the warship's appearance.

"A... flying battleship!?"

Saint Figarland Garling's pupils shrank to pinpoints as he stared in disbelief.

The other God's Knights looked just as stunned, speechless, their eyes wide in pure shock.

Rogers Daren… had really built a flying battleship!?

And that was just the beginning.

As the first warship fully emerged from the clouds and revealed itself to the world...

A second followed.

Then a third…

Under the horrified gazes of countless Celestial Dragons, World Government officials, and Holy Land guards...

One after another, the floating warships broke through the cloud cover.

Like roaring, ironclad beasts, they surged forward—menacing, brutal, and relentless. Blue arcs of electricity crackled across their hulls as they methodically formed a fearsome attack formation in the sky.

Fifteen airborne steel fortresses, armed to the teeth, hovered in perfect matrix alignment—utterly still, yet radiating overwhelming force.

Each of their engines thundered with a deafening roar, shaking the heavens and earth. The sheer pressure of it was suffocating, a terror that couldn't be put into words.

"This... this can't be real..."

"A full fleet of airborne warships..."

"How did Rogers Daren get this kind of power!?"

"Even if he drained all of North Blue's wealth dry, this should be impossible!"

"And the weapons loaded onto those ships…"

"..."

God's Knights, CP agents, and the Holy Land's military stared, dumbfounded, as a chilling wave surged up from the soles of their feet. It raced through their legs, shot up their spines, and exploded in their skulls—leaving only tingling scalps and wide-eyed disbelief.

Fisher Tiger, covered in blood and barely conscious, slowly lifted his head. As he looked up at the magnificent fleet above, a wild, unrestrained grin spread across his bruised lips.

"Daren-san... I knew you would…"

The flickering light of the flames danced across his face. He clenched his fist and murmured in a daze,

"Let the tyrants of this world feel your wrath."

Suddenly, a furious roar echoed across the battlefield.

"You think you can destroy the Holy Land with that pile of scrap!? Dream on!"

Saint Figarland Garling shot into the sky with fluid precision, lunging straight at Momonga.

His Western sword flared with radiant brilliance as he unleashed a sweeping strike.

Momonga's eyes flared red. Without hesitation, he drew his military saber and slashed back.

SZZZK!!

Thunder howled.

His blade carved a streak of lightning through the air—a fierce, azure thunder dragon that opened wide and crashed headlong into Garling's sword beam.

BOOM!!

The two attacks collided midair, erupting in a shockwave so powerful it hurled searing plasma in all directions.

Momonga shot upward, raising one arm high above him in a commanding tactical gesture.

And in that instant—

Behind him, the fifteen airborne warships, arrayed in flawless combat formation, came alive.

Fifty heavy laser cannons.

Two hundred light laser turrets.

Five hundred anti-aircraft howitzers and guided missile launchers.

And countless traditional cannons...

All at once, their barrels lit up with blinding brilliance.

The heavens flared to life, as if night had been torn open and replaced by day.

A crushing wave of annihilation rolled down from the skies. Every living soul within Mary Geoise felt their heartbeat stop.

Momonga stood with his arm raised high, his white cloak whipping in the violent wind.

As his cold voice rang out over Mary Geoise, his eyes ignited with fury. Waves of Conqueror's Haki burst from his body in torrents, rising higher and higher into the sky.

"Vice Admiral of the North Blue Fleet, Second-in-Command Momonga! By order of our Supreme Commander, Rogers Daren, I lead the full force of the North Blue Fleet to the headquarters of the World Government in Mary Geoise—"

"To deliver judgment!"

He gripped his saber tightly and faced the ancient, sacred city below.

And as Saint Figarland Garling and countless Celestial Dragons watched in disbelief, eyes wide with horror—

Momonga slashed through the air!

With blazing eyes and a furious roar, he shouted:

"All units—fire!"

In that instant, the world seemed to freeze.

Then—

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!!

Lasers. Rockets. Missiles. Artillery. Bullets. Thunderbolts...

A torrent of devastating firepower erupted from the fleet above, raining down like divine fury.

Mary Geoise was engulfed in fire and steel.

Purgatory had come.

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