"Cough… cough…"
Saint Saturn spat out a mouthful of black blood, forcing himself to lift his head. Even now, a trace of stubborn defiance lingered in his eyes.
"Uchiha Tobirama… don't be too arrogant."
"Even if you can defeat us, you're still just one person!"
"The World Government commands tens of millions of troops! We possess the resources of the entire world! We can grind you down until you die!"
"One person?"
Tobirama floated calmly in midair. Hearing this, he felt as if he'd just heard the greatest joke in the world.
"Who told you that I am alone?"
"I have said it before—I am the Emperor of the Empire."
"And since I am the Emperor, how could I possibly lack an army?"
Tobirama slowly ascended, rising high enough to overlook all of Marineford—and even the surrounding seas near Sabaody.
He spread his arms wide, facing the countless live-broadcast cameras and the billions of terrified viewers watching across the world, issuing his final declaration.
"Watch carefully."
"I'll let you understand just how laughable your thoughts are—before you die."
"I will show you what the true power of an Empire looks like."
"I hope what follows won't drive you to despair so deep that you consider ending your own lives."
With a single thought, Tobirama connected to the prepared Ninja World plane through the system in his mind.
[System—activate World War permissions.]
[Anchor point locked: One Piece World · Marineford.]
[Channel—open.]
"Descend, my legion."
Rumble!!!
The pitch-black sky suddenly resounded with a deafening crash, like glass shattering.
Not just one fracture—hundreds, thousands of massive spatial rifts tore open across the heavens above Marineford, as if the sky itself were being ripped apart by an invisible giant hand!
Immediately afterward, Void Gates towering tens of thousands of meters high materialized among the clouds, glowing with eerie blue light.
"That… that is…"
Sengoku lay amid the ruins, staring at the miracle-like portals in the sky, his pupils trembling violently.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
The gates opened.
Step. Step. Step.
Uniform footsteps echoed from within the void.
Metal clashed.
The first to emerge was a black phalanx stretching as far as the eye could see.
Every soldier wore streamlined black Chakra Technological Armor. Their faces were expressionless, while strange diamond-shaped marks flickered on their foreheads and arms.
This was the mass-produced Digital Immortal Cursed Seal—created by Orochimaru through the fusion of Ōtsutsuki Karma technology and Amado's black tech.
Their physical bodies and chakra had already been fully digitized.
Under the enhancement of this armor, each soldier possessed Beyond Kage-level speed, infinite chakra endurance, and overwhelming strength.
The most terrifying part was this—
As long as the Empire's core data terminals remained intact, even death was meaningless.
They could reconstruct and resurrect within ten seconds.
This was the Imperial Immortal Legion!
"Is that… an army?"
Kizaru stared at the endless black-armored host in the sky, dense like a plague of locusts. For the first time in his life, he felt true fear.
This number… a hundred thousand? A million?
Yet the real despair had only just begun.
Before that seemingly infinite legion, several figures stepped out of the Void Gates—each radiating an aura capable of shaking heaven and earth.
At their head stood one man.
Clad in red layered armor, long black hair dancing wildly, arms crossed over his chest—purple Rinnegan gazing down upon the world with supreme arrogance and a feral grin.
"Hahahahaha!!"
His laughter shattered the clouds.
"So we've finally arrived? This is the other world?"
"The energy here is a bit thin, but—"
Uchiha Madara looked down at the grotesque Mythical Zoan forms of the Five Elders, battle intent blazing in his eyes.
"Looks like there are plenty of durable sandbags!"
"That bastard Tobirama didn't lie to me after all—there are fights to be had here!"
Behind him, a man in red battle armor with long straight black hair rubbed his forehead helplessly.
"Madara! Watch your image!"
"We represent the Empire!"
"Don't act like a lunatic the moment you show up!"
The God of Shinobi—Senju Hashirama.
Beside the two of them stood a silver-haired man with red eyes, wearing blue armor, calmly surveying the battlefield.
The Second Hokage—Senju Tobirama.
He glanced toward the Tobirama floating high in the sky, a trace of complexity and approval flashing through his eyes.
"Well done. This world… has excellent research value."
Following them—
The Yellow Flash, Namikaze Minato.
The White Fang of the Leaf, Hatake Sakumo.
The Little White Fang, Hatake Kakashi.
Double Kamui Obito. Nagato. Past generations of Raikage, Tsuchikage, Mizukage…
None of them were ordinary.
All had been enhanced by Orochimaru's technology, each possessing Six Paths–level combat power.
Countless Kage-level experts stepped out of the Void Gates one after another, like gods descending upon the mortal realm, assembling behind Uchiha Madara.
The aura emanating from each of them was enough to rival—or outright crush—a Marine Admiral.
Boom!!!
When this technologically perfected Edo Tensei army—composed of the greatest powerhouses in Ninja World history—fully revealed itself—
Marineford…
And even the entire One Piece world—
Fell into absolute silence.
…
Before the live broadcast screens—
Kaido's sake gourd slipped from his grasp.
Big Mom froze mid-bite, cake forgotten.
Red-Haired Shanks' hands trembled uncontrollably.
"Th-this…"
"What is this…?"
Saint Saturn crawled weakly on the ground, lifting his head to stare at the lineup of figures blotting out the sky.
Even his Mythical Zoan body was shaking.
"Hundreds… no, thousands of top-tier powerhouses…"
"That long-haired man at the front… just his presence makes you want to kneel…"
"And those soldiers… how can such an aura even exist…"
"This isn't the remnant of some fallen empire…"
Saint Saturn finally understood.
What they had provoked was not a lone individual.
But a supreme Empire—one with a complete civilization, cross-world technology, and countless god-level warriors!
"Do you feel despair?"
The voice of the other Tobirama rang out at just the right moment.
He descended beside Uchiha Madara, standing at the center as countless Kage-level experts gathered around him like stars surrounding the moon.
"Saturn."
"Didn't you just say you'd rely on numbers to grind me to death?"
Tobirama pointed toward the overwhelming Shinobi Allied Forces behind him—then toward the pitiful remnants below.
"Now."
"Tell me."
"Who exactly…"
"Is surrounding whom?"