Teach on the execution platform was ashen-faced, his shackles clanking with his trembling body: "What a joke... Two Emperors working together?!"
Akainu's magma had already covered his entire body, and he gritted his teeth, growling: "We absolutely cannot let them succeed!" But a hint of solemnity flashed in his eyes—facing two Emperors simultaneously, even an Admiral felt immense pressure.
Kizaru's figure transformed into golden light and appeared before the execution platform: "Oh, how scary~ You Emperors actually team up~"
Although his tone remained flippant, his Ama no Murakumo pointed directly at the two, already indicating his stance.
Big Mom and Kaido had already tacitly assumed a joint stance. The Zeus thundercloud beneath Big Mom's feet expanded several times, and Prometheus's flames dyed half the sky red.
Kaido's dragon body was fully extended, his blue scales glistening coldly in the firelight, and a dazzling Bolo Breath energy was condensing in his dragon mouth.
"Mamama~ Little Teach~" Big Mom's sickly sweet voice carried a chilling excitement, "Don't struggle~"
"Wororororo! Let me see how much Rocks' son can take!" Kaido's Bolo Breath was already poised to strike.
Just at this critical moment, the entire sea area suddenly fell into an eerie silence.
On the distant horizon, a crimson slash tore through the sky, splitting the dark clouds shrouding the battlefield in two.
Towering waves parted to either side, and the bow of the Red Force pierced through the waves, slowly entering everyone's field of vision.
At the front of the deck, Red-Haired Shanks held the hilt of his sword, his black cloak fluttering in the wind.
Beneath his signature scar, his sharp gaze swept across the entire battlefield. Although he didn't deliberately release his Haki, the invisible oppressive feeling made everyone's hearts tremble.
"Everyone—" Shanks' voice wasn't loud, but it clearly echoed throughout Marine Headquarters, "How about giving me some face and stopping the fight here?"
In an instant, the air in the entire sea area seemed to solidify.
Kaido's dragon eyes narrowed slightly, and his dragon whiskers twitched unnaturally twice: "Red-Hair... You bastard..." The Bolo Breath energy in his throat gradually dissipated.
Big Mom's expression was unpredictable, the Haki on her Napoleon greatsword fluctuating in strength: "Mamama... Shanks kid..."
The Marine camp was also shaken.
Sengoku's glasses flickered, Akainu's magma fist hung in mid-air, Aokiji's ice spear was suspended, and even Kizaru, who usually slacked off, had his eyes wide open beneath his sunglasses.
Another Emperor had arrived?
Teach on the execution platform was dumbfounded, forgetting to struggle with his shackles: "What... what a joke... I'm going to be saved by this Red-Hair guy?"
This eerie silence lasted for a full three seconds.
Akainu's eyes burned with almost fanatical rage, completely ignoring Red-Hair's request for a ceasefire. His magma-transformed right arm suddenly swelled, and scorching lava dripped into the sea, evaporating into large plumes of white mist.
"Old hag, you will definitely stay here today!"
With a low roar, Akainu's magma giant fist violently slammed towards Big Mom. The scorching high temperature distorted the air, and the seawater boiled wherever it passed.
Aokiji snorted coldly at the sight, exhaling a blast of cold air. A cold blade condensed in his hand and slashed towards Big Mom!
Extreme cold air spread from the sea, instantly freezing a layer of frost onto the Zeus thundercloud beneath Big Mom's feet. A hint of determination flashed in his eyes—they absolutely had to take down one of the Emperors today!
Big Mom hastily raised Napoleon to block, forced back repeatedly by the ice and fire attack: "Mamama!! You Marines—"
On the other side,
Kizaru was originally leisurely guarding the execution platform, toying with his Ama no Murakumo between his fingers. He pushed up his sunglasses, glad he had chosen a good assignment.
"It's truly terrifying~ Fortunately, I only need to watch over this Blackbeard..."
"Borsalino!" Sengoku suddenly appeared beside him, adjusting his glasses as if he had seen through his intentions, "Leave this to me, you go support Akainu and the others!"
Kizaru's mouth twitched almost imperceptibly: "Oh my~ Mr. Sengoku~" He drew out his words, trying to find an excuse to refuse, "But the execution platform is also very important~"
Sengoku's gaze was like a torch: "That's an order!"
"Hai~ Hai~" Kizaru shrugged helplessly, his body gradually transforming into golden light, "This is such a bother~"
The next second, his figure had appeared above Kaido's head, the Ama no Murakumo shining with dazzling light: "Ama no Murakumo!"
Countless sword rains poured down like raindrops. Although he complained verbally, his moves were lethal!
Kaido roared, swinging his dragon tail, his blue scales covered in Conqueror's Haki: "Wororororo! Kizaru! You've come to join the fun too!"
The battlefield situation instantly escalated!
Akainu and Aokiji jointly suppressed Big Mom, Kizaru held back Kaido. The Marines had clearly decided that they would at least severely wound one of the Emperors today!
"Boss, it seems they're not giving you any face."
Red-Haired Shanks stood at the bow of the Red Force, the sea breeze rustling his black cloak. His right hand unconsciously tightened around the hilt of his Gryphon sword at his waist.
"They won't even give me this much face..." He muttered to himself, his voice carrying a rare solemnity.
His keen, eagle-like eyes swept across the battlefield. Akainu's magma was raging, Aokiji's ice was sealing the sea, and Kizaru's flashes wove a net of death in the air.
The Marines were determined to take down one of the Emperors this time.
Beckman slowly walked up beside him, the cigarette in his mouth already half-burned.
He didn't speak, but simply and silently pulled out a special flintlock pistol from his waist, elegantly and precisely loading Seastone bullets. The metal parts clanged with a crisp "click," particularly jarring in the tense atmosphere.
"It seems..." Beckman exhaled a smoke ring, his eyes becoming dangerous and focused, "We can only intervene with force."
His voice was light, but carried an undeniable resolve.
Red-Hair nodded slightly, his right hand unconsciously touching his empty sleeve. This habitual gesture made Beckman's eyes even sharper—that was the price paid to save Luffy, and also the symbol of the "new era" they valued most.
"Lucky Roux!" Beckman shouted without turning his head.
"Here!" The chubby Lucky Roux was already carrying his large chicken leg, a rare lack of smile on his face.
"Yasopp!"
"Already ready!" The sniper Yasopp stood on the mast.
Red-Hair took a deep breath and slowly drew Gryphon.
The moment the sword left its sheath, black and red Conqueror's Haki wrapped around it like a tangible entity, and the surrounding air began to tremble.
The sea, centered around the Red Force, rippled with an eerie wave.
"All hands..." Red-Hair's voice suddenly resounded across the sea, "Prepare for battle!"