Chapter 127: The Four Emperors Were Blasted Away!
"Oh oh oh oh oh...!"
"He is finished! Completely and utterly vaporized!"
"Look at that destruction! Mama has done it again! Long live the Queen!"
The thunderous cheers of the Big Mom Pirates erupted like a violent volcanic explosion, shaking the very foundations of Whole Cake Island to their core. The sheer volume of their collective roar drowned out the howling winds, creating a cacophony of sadistic joy and triumphant relief.
The air in the plaza was no longer just air; it was a scorching, suffocating blanket of heat. The aftermath of Charlotte Linlin's signature technique, the Ikoku Sovereignty (Foreign Nation Sovereignty), had left a scar on the world that was terrifying to behold.
Where the target once stood, the solid bedrock of the island had been reduced to a molten, glowing trench. The sweet architecture of Totto Land—rivers of juice and roads of biscuit—bubbled and hissed, evaporating into a sickly-sweet, toxic mist. The smell of ozone mixed with burnt sugar created a nauseating aroma that hung heavy over the battlefield.
"To be so arrogant as to stand still and not dodge at all... what an incorrigible, hopeless idiot!"
Perospero, the eldest son of the Charlotte Family, cackled maniacally. He stood atop a pile of rubble, his long tongue lapping frantically at his candy cane in excitement. His slender frame shook with laughter.
"Does he think his body is made of Sea Prism Stone? Or perhaps he thought he was Kaido?" Perospero mocked, his voice shrill and piercing. "Even Kaido, that suicidal brute, wouldn't dare take Mama's Ikoku with his bare flesh! That beam destroys the molecular structure of anything it touches!"
"He courted death, and he found it," Smoothie added from the sidelines. She lowered her massive sword, wiping a speck of dust from her thigh. Her expression was one of cold disdain. "It was an insult to the Four Emperors to assume he could tank such a blow. Death is too kind a mercy for such arrogance."
Oven, his body radiating heat, punched his fist into his palm. "Good riddance! Now we can focus on grinding the rest of his crew into dust!"
The thousands of chess soldiers, Homies, and officers of the Charlotte Family were basking in the glory of their Captain. It was a religious experience for them. They firmly believed that under Mom's strongest attack—a blow capable of parting the seas and piercing the horizon—no biological creature could survive intact. The sheer kinetic force and Haki contained in that cylinder of destruction were enough to disintegrate steel, diamond, and bone alike.
However, amidst this sea of jubilation and premature victory, one man stood frozen.
Charlotte Katakuri.
The Sweet Commander, known as the perfectionist who never let his back touch the ground, looked as if he had seen a ghost. His face, usually hidden behind his scarf and composed of stone-cold stoicism, had turned a shade of sickly, deathly pale.
His sharp crimson eyes were wide, the pupils trembling violently in their sockets.
"Something... is wrong..." Katakuri muttered, his voice barely a whisper that was swallowed by the wind.
He had noticed a detail that his siblings, blinded by their arrogance and worship of their mother, had completely missed.
In the distance, on the deck of the pirate ship Vermillion Wing, which was rocking gently from the shockwaves, the other intruders had not moved.
Suzaku. Rem. Albedo. Ulquiorra.
They were standing there, completely exposed. Yet, there was no screaming. No panic. No desperate cries of "Madara!" No tears.
They remained terrifyingly calm. Their expressions were not those of people who had just watched their comrade be obliterated; they were the expressions of people watching a mildly interesting, yet ultimately boring, street performance.
Ulquiorra had his hands in his pockets, looking at the smoke with hollow eyes. Albedo was smiling—a dark, mocking smile. And Suzaku... Suzaku was checking his fingernails.
"Why are they so calm?"
A chill shot up Katakuri's spine, colder than the ice of the freezing lands. It was the instinct of a predator realizing it had just stepped into the den of a much larger beast.
"Don't tell me..."
Katakuri didn't hesitate. He shut out the noise of the celebration. He ignored Perospero's laughter. He forced his mind to focus.
He pushed his Observation Haki (Kenbunshoku Haki)—the advanced power that allowed him to see seconds into the future—to its absolute, breaking limit.
Veins bulged on his forehead. His eyes glowed with a fierce red sheen as he projected his consciousness forward in time. He needed to see through the thick curtain of smoke. He needed to know what happened in the next five seconds.
Show me! What lies within that smoke?!
He probed towards the center of the destruction.
And then, his body suddenly stiffened!
"Guh...!"
A gasp escaped his throat, sounding like he had been punched in the gut.
He saw it.
In the vision of the immediate future, the smoke didn't just fade away naturally. It was torn apart. It was obliterated by a force that made Big Mom's aura look like a candle flame.
At the core of the explosion storm, in the epicenter of that hellscape, a silhouette appeared.
But it wasn't the silhouette of a corpse. It wasn't a charred body falling to the ground.
It was a light. A blinding, majestic, sapphire-blue light.
It grew. It expanded. It rose from the molten earth like a demon climbing out of hell to claim the world. A giant made of pure, solidified spiritual energy, reaching into the heavens and exuding a pressure that rivaled the gods of legend!
"W-what... what is that...?"
Katakuri's voice became dry and hoarse from extreme shock. The vision was so vivid, so terrifying, that his brain struggled to process the information.
"A giant formed from... energy? Is it a Devil Fruit awakening? Is it a Logia? No... the texture is different! It feels... solid. It feels ancient."
His knees felt weak.
"How is that possible... completely unharmed? He took the direct impact of Ikoku Sovereignty and... he is looking down on us?"
His panicked exclamation, filled with genuine, unfiltered horror, finally pierced through the noise of the crowd. It acted like a bucket of ice-cold water poured over the heads of all his cheering family members.
The laughter died.
"What?" Perospero turned, his smile faltering. "Katakuri, what are you saying?"
"Brother Katakuri, did you see wrong?" Daifuku frowned, confused by his brother's fear. "That's Mama's ultimate move! The air itself was vaporized!"
"Completely unharmed? That's absolutely impossible in this world! Stop joking around!"
However, facts are always more eloquent—and more brutal—than words. The reality of the situation was about to crash down upon them.
As the violent energy storm gradually subsided, the wind shifted. The sky-high curtain of smoke and dust was not cleared by the wind, but by a massive, sudden surge of blue pressure that exploded outward from the center.
WOOOOOSH!
The smoke vanished instantly, blown away by sheer willpower.
And there, standing amidst the crater, the nightmare was revealed.
A colossal figure, one that made souls tremble and knees buckle, clearly appeared before everyone's eyes.
It was a hundred-meter-tall blue energy giant.
It was a masterpiece of destruction. First, one could see the ribcage of light, then the muscles weaving together, followed by the skin of chakra, and finally, the heavy, ornate armor of a mythical Tengu warrior.
The giant possessed a majestic, skeletal structure that exuded an aura of absolute defense. Its body seemed to burn with a sky-blue flame that didn't emit heat, but rather a chilling, spiritual coldness that froze the marrow.
Two massive wings spread out from its back, casting a shadow that covered half the capital city of Sweet City. Its nose was long and sharp, its eyes glowing with a sinister yellow light that pierced through the darkness.
One of its bony hands casually held a massive, undulating blade made of unstable chakra—a Kris-style sword so large it could slice a battleship in half like a twig. Its other hand rested casually at its waist, a posture of supreme, untouchable arrogance.
But what was most despair-inducing was the figure situated at the forehead of this blue titan.
Suspended within a diamond-shaped crystal pentagon, Uchiha Madara stood with his arms crossed over his chest.
His red armor was spotless. Not a speck of dust. Not a single scratch.
His long, spiky black hair gently swayed in the residual energy currents. His eyes—the pattern of ripples spreading out from the center, the legendary Rinnegan—showed not even a hint of exertion.
He looked bored.
"Is this the power of an 'Emperor'?" Madara's voice was amplified by the giant, booming across the island like thunder from the heavens. "It barely qualifies as a warm-up. You disappoint me, pirate."
Completely unharmed.
The crowd's clamor abruptly ceased. The silence was deafening.
The air seemed to solidify, making it impossible for everyone present to breathe. Everyone's face was frozen in an expression of having seen a ghost. Weapons slipped from sweaty palms and clattered onto the ground.
Uchiha Madara merely stood indifferently in the cockpit of the Perfect Susanoo. His gaze, looking down on all beings, was like a god scrutinizing a group of ignorant insects.
"I have seen Tailed Beasts with more destructive power than you," Madara stated coldly, his internal monologue comparing this Yonko to the Nine-Tails clad in his Susanoo armor back in his valley. This level of power was... nostalgic, but insufficient. "Since you wish to dance, I shall lead."
He slowly raised his right hand.
In perfect synchronization, the hundred-meter-tall blue god raised its arm. The movement caused gale-force winds to sweep across the island, uprooting trees and blowing away weaker soldiers.
The giant blade, larger than the city gate of the Whole Cake Chateau, was lifted high into the sky, blotting out the sun.
Then, Madara dropped his hand.
"Slash."
The Susanoo brought the blade down in a horizontal sweep.
It wasn't a technique. It wasn't a trick. It was simply mass and power. A sky-blue mountain pressing down directly on Charlotte Linlin!
The air screamed as it was compressed. The ground beneath the blade's path began to crack before the sword even made contact.
"Mama... Mamamama!"
Even in the face of such a desperate scene, Charlotte Linlin's inherent ferocity and pride as a "Sea Emperor" were completely ignited! She was a monster born of nature, a destroyer of nations since childhood. She did not know the meaning of retreat!
Veins bulged on her forehead, throbbing with adrenaline and rage. The sheer audacity of this intruder to look down on her triggered her deepest insecurities.
"I don't know how many real giants this old woman has killed!" Linlin roared, her saliva flying as she screamed at the titan. "Elbaf giants? Ancient giants? They all fell before me! Do you think a mere illusion created by a Devil Fruit can scare me?!"
She stomped the ground, shattering the bedrock, and charged forward.
She gripped her Emperor Sword, Napoleon, tightly with both hands. The bicorne hat sword transformed, its blade extending and vibrating with lethal intent.
"Napoleon! Awakening Mode!"
"Yes, Mama! Let's cut him down!" the sword screamed back.
She poured all her Armament Haki (Busoshoku) and Conqueror's Haki (Haoshoku) into the blade without reservation! Black and red lightning, thick as tree trunks, crackled wildly around Napoleon, tearing apart the surrounding space.
Instead of retreating, her massive, balloon-like body charged forward like a cannonball, heading straight for the descending blue mountain.
"BREAK FOR THIS OLD WOMAN!!!"
She swung Napoleon upward, a vertical slash meant to split the heavens, clashing fiercely with the sky-blue energy giant blade!
CLANG...!!!!!!!
The sound was not of this world.
It was a high-pitched, resonant ringing that instantly ruptured the eardrums of the weaker pirates nearby. A shockwave of visible white force exploded from the point of impact, flattening the ruins of the wedding venue and sending debris flying at supersonic speeds.
For a split second—just a single heartbeat—it looked like a stalemate.
There was no explosion of fire. Just the purest, most primal clash of kinetic energy and Haki. The ground beneath them vaporized instantly into a crater.
However, the result was more... despair-inducing than any explosion.
In everyone's horrified eyes, a crack appeared.
Not on the blue energy sword.
CRACK.
The sound was crisp, echoing clearly over the battlefield.
Charlotte Linlin's eyes bulged. "N-Nani?!"
Her beloved Emperor Sword, Napoleon—a weapon of the highest grade, coated in the Haki of a Yonko—froze in place. It couldn't push forward. The blue blade was too heavy. It was too dense.
Then, the crack on Napoleon's blade widened.
"Pain! Mama, it hurts!" Napoleon, the Homie, screamed in agony as his physical form was compromised.
"Impossible!" Perospero screamed, clutching his head, his eyes popping out. "Mama's sword... is cracking?! That's a high-grade blade!"
The next second, the resistance collapsed. An unparalleled, immense force, like the weight of a falling planet, transmitted through the blue blade and crashed into Linlin.
Madara's eyes narrowed slightly. "Weak."
BOOM!!!
Charlotte Linlin's mountain-like colossal body, for the first time in decades, showed an uncontrollable look of horror. She felt like she hadn't hit a sword, but a moving continent. Her arms went numb, her bones creaked, and her grip failed.
Like a baseball struck by a grand slam swing, the invincible Iron Balloon was launched.
She shot backward, her body blurring into a pink streak.
She crashed through the wreckage of the wedding cake, sending cream and sponge flying like shrapnel.
She smashed through the main tower of the Whole Cake Chateau, toppling the spire that had stood for twenty years.
She plowed through three city blocks of Sweet City, destroying countless buildings in a cloud of dust and debris.
Finally, she slammed heavily into the side of a distant hill, creating a human-shaped crater so deep that sunlight couldn't reach the bottom.
Rumble... rumble...
The debris settled. The dust cleared.
The entire scene fell into a deathly silence.
It was the kind of silence usually reserved for graveyards. Even the wind seemed afraid to blow.
If the previous blocking of Ikoku Sovereignty only made the Big Mom Pirates feel shock and disbelief, then this moment was the death of their religion.
They had just witnessed their "Mom," their "God," the woman who killed giants at age five, being swatted away like a fly.
The pride rooted deep in their blood and soul—the ironclad rule that "Mom is invincible"—was crushed under the foot of that blue giant.
Cheers had long turned into stupor. Confidence had completely devolved into primal fear.
Perospero's smile was stiff, frozen like a wax figure left out in the sun. His candy cane slipped from his fingers and clattered onto the stone floor with a hollow sound.
"Mama... lost in a contest of strength?" Smoothie's hand on her sword hilt trembled uncontrollably. She couldn't draw her weapon. Her instincts screamed that drawing a weapon against that thing was suicide.
Even Cracker, usually hidden within his Biscuit Soldier, instinctively took half a step back, his real face sweating profusely.
Their faith had collapsed.
Katakuri's body trembled slightly, but unlike his other siblings, the reason for his trembling was not just fear. It was a chilling, bone-deep analytical realization that came after the fact.
He stared intently at the blue giant, at the man within it whose expression hadn't changed even a jot.
He didn't even sweat, Katakuri realized with horror. He didn't scream. He didn't use a desperate move. He just... swung his sword.
A thought that made him feel like he'd fallen into an ice cave wildly grew and spread in his mind.
"Monsters... this Suzaku Pirates... from the Captain to the executives, they are all a bunch of monsters!"
His Observation Haki, which foresaw the future, at this moment failed to give him any sense of security. Instead, his powerful warrior's intuition showed him an even more terrifying possibility.
"Just one executive... just a subordinate... can fight Mama, a Yonko, head-on and overpower her?"
Katakuri's neck creaked as he turned his head slowly, rigidly, away from Madara.
His gaze landed on the deck of the Vermillion Wing.
He looked at the young man with black hair, sitting on a transponder snail, calmly watching the destruction as if it were a stage play.
Captain Suzaku.
The man who hadn't lifted a finger yet.
"So... what about the other executives who haven't made a move? That woman with the wings... that pale man with the green tear marks..."
Katakuri's breathing became ragged. He felt like the air was thinning.
"And... what about the Captain himself? What kind of power does a man need to command a monster like Uchiha Madara?"
"What if..." The thought choked him.
"What if they really intend to destroy Totto Land? If they all attack together... can we even stop them?"
As soon as this thought appeared, Katakuri's back was instantly drenched in cold sweat. For the first time in his life, the man who had never laid his back on the ground felt the crushing weight of inevitable defeat.
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