High on a mountain peak in the distance, Imu, who had transformed back into Saturn, saw the brief confrontation on the coast. She also "saw" Rocks being blocked by Charlotte Linlin and the disappearance of the "Davy bloodline"—the life signals of that mother and child.
"Hmm..." Imu hummed softly.
Rocks had finally exterminated that loathsome bloodline. Although there were some twists and turns in the process, and Charlotte Linlin's interference was unexpected, the result was... satisfactory.
She refocused her mind on the "tool" she perfectly controlled.
[Well done, Rocks...]
Imu's cold "voice" echoed directly in the depths of Demon Rocks' mind,
Davy's filthy blood has been purged. Next, Davy, extinguish all the lights of life on the island...]
On the shore, aboard a Marine warship that was evacuating.
A Vice Admiral roared into a transponder snail:
"Vice Admiral Garp! Please hurry!! The island's disintegration is accelerating! The Northeast coastline has already begun to collapse on a large scale!"
The transponder snail mimicked Garp's voice, mixed with heavy panting and gravity: "I know! You all evacuate as planned, don't wait for me!"
"But Vice Admiral! How many survivors are still on the island? Rocks, he..." The Vice Admiral asked anxiously, his gaze involuntarily glancing toward the center of the island, where conflicting energy and terrifying roars continued to erupt.
"Don't ask so much! Carry out the orders!" Garp's voice cut him off decisively, and then the transponder snail was hung up, leaving only a busy tone.
The Vice Admiral gripped the transponder snail, his knuckles turning white. Finally, he could only grit his teeth and turn around, shouting to the helmsman: "Full speed! Leave this sea area!"
Meanwhile, on the oro jackson.
"Roger!" Rayleigh shouted at the transponder snail, surrounded by Gaban, Spencer, and other executives, each with anxiety on their faces.
Although the treasure was basically in hand and the island's destruction was expected, the Captain had not returned for a long time. Coupled with the increasingly wrong aura on the island, everyone felt uneasy.
"Fuhahaha! I'm fine!" Roger's hearty but slightly rushed laughter finally came through, with the sound of whistling wind in the background,
"I'm a bit... tied up by a troublesome guy. Anyway, once everyone is assembled, set sail immediately and get away from God Valley! Don't wait for me, understand?"
"Captain?!" Rayleigh heard the rare trace of gravity and urgency in Roger's tone.
"This is the Captain's order!" Roger's voice was beyond doubt.
The transponder snail was hung up. Silence fell over the deck, with only the sound of waves hitting the hull.
Rayleigh and Gaban looked at each other, both seeing the determination in each other's eyes. "Trust him! Everyone on board!"
Deep within the island, a map of hell was being completed by the "Demon" himself.
"Obstacles... purge... all..."
Hoarse, chaotic syllables spat out from Demon Rocks' mouth.
He followed Imu's final command—exterminate all life on the island.
Wherever his pale eyes swept, whether it was panicked Marine Soldiers or pirates also looking for a way out in the collapse, they were all judged by him as "lights that need to be extinguished."
"Die!"
No technique, no moves, only the purest speed, power, and a blade wrapped in Haki.
A dark red arc-shaped slash swept past. Seven or eight pirates climbing through the ruins froze, their upper bodies slowly sliding off, blood gushing like a waterfall.
"Stop it! Rocks!!" An old Crew member of the Rocks Pirates witnessed this scene, his eyes nearly bursting, unable to believe that the monster slaughtering his comrades was the overlord they followed.
"Puchi!"
What answered him was a blade tip piercing his chest. Demon Rocks didn't even look at him, withdrew the blade, let the corpse slump, and his ghastly white gaze already locked onto the next group of targets.
"Rocks!? What the hell happened to you!!"
"Wake up! Captain!!"
"This form... is it a Devil Fruit ability? Or something else?!"
"Run! Run fast! He's no longer the Captain! He's a monster!!"
Shouts, questions, pleas, curses... all human emotions and voices could not penetrate the barrier constructed by Imu. Rocks' reason and humanity seemed to have completely vanished.
Against the backdrop of collapse and flames, Demon Rocks stirred up one wave of blood and gore after another. Wherever he went, only wreckage remained.
However, just as he was about to swing his blade at a group of Marines trapped in a rockfall—
BOOM!!!
Two horrific auras, different in nature but equally domineering and peerless, erupted from the center of the island, soaring straight into the sky!
Garp's Haki, like a scorching iron fist, fierce and unparalleled!
Roger's Haki, like the vast ocean, free and unrestrained!
The two auras were not in conflict; instead, they produced a strange resonance and superposition to some extent, and the resulting pressure instantly swept across the island!
All survivors, whether Marines or pirates, felt their hearts stop and their breath hitch at this moment!
This was... a challenge issued jointly by two powerhouses standing at the peak of the era! This was the decision they made simultaneously to protect their Crew members and Marines after realizing that Rocks was slaughtering indiscriminately.
On the mountain peak, Imu's will fluctuated slightly.
[Oh?] She "looked" in the direction where the aura erupted.
The puppet that was completely corroded—did its action priority seem to be interfered with by this intense "provocation"?
At the edge of the island, Demon Rocks' movement of swinging his blade suddenly stopped.
His pale eyes "looked" toward the direction from which the aura came.
The next moment, the tattered bat wings on his back flapped violently. He abandoned the target in front of him and charged toward the direction of Garp and Roger!
In the center of the island, in a relatively open basin where the surrounding rock walls had also begun to crack.
Garp was shirtless, his lean and muscular body covered in dust and bloodstains, but his eyes were frighteningly bright. His fists were clenched, wrapped in the Armament Haki of black lightning, emitting faint white steam. The Marine "justice" on his back flew in the violent aura.
Roger stood not far in front of him, holding the Famous Sword "Ace." There was none of his usual laughter on his face, only a battle intent as solemn as water. His Captain's coat fluttered in the violent aura.
The two stood a distance apart, yet they formed an invisible tacit understanding. They both knew that letting Rocks run rampant on the island in that state would mean everyone would die. The only way was to stop him here and deal with him!
Rumble!
A dark red figure crashed like a meteorite not far in front of the two, kicking up dust all over the sky.
Demon Rocks slowly stood up from the crater he had smashed, his pale eyes firmly locking onto the two "obstacles" emitting astonishing auras.
"..." Garp looked at the unrecognizable former rival, who now only possessed an aura of violence and destruction. His brows were tightly knit, and his voice was low.
"Hey, Rocks... you bastard, how did you turn into this state..."
"Ah, no matter what he's become," Roger slowly raised Ace, the tip of the blade pointing at Demon Rocks,
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