The Paramount War Ends

This unprecedented Paramount War has come to an end.

The largest battle in history, triggered by the execution of Silvers Pluton, the Second-in-Command of the Pirate King Rayleigh, involved the Navy, the Four Emperors, the Shichibukai of the Impel Down, and even the Celestial Dragons themselves. It brought together countless powerful figures who could sweep across the land and almost shook the very foundation of the world.

Rivers of blood flowed in Marineford, and mountains of corpses rose up.

Amidst ruins and smoke, a massive war unprecedented in history, yet witnessed by the entire world, came to an end in an unimaginable way.

The Holy Knights remained silent.

They didn't know what Roy ultimately said to "He," but silently put away the pale white skeletons of Saint Saturn and Saint Shepherd Sommers.

Immediately, everyone followed the Princess Gunko into the slowly opening pentagram teleportation array.

Before the light completely faded, Saint Garling and Saint Shamrock turned back and gazed at each other—

Their gazes were fixed on Shanks.

This former "Four Emperors" now has empty eyes, his beliefs have completely collapsed, and it seems that even his soul has lost its color.

That glance was like a farewell, yet also like pity.

The next moment, with the disappearance of the teleportation array, everything vanished into nothingness.

As the light faded, the Battlefield finally fell silent.

On the frozen plaza of Marineford, only the navy and rows of unconscious Pirate prisoners remained.

The earth was riddled with holes, and the aftershocks of the Haki collision still lingered in the air.

Very few powerful Pirates survived.

Shanks, Buggy, Bullet, World, Shiryu, Doflamingo --

They did not choose to continue resisting, but simply bowed their heads in the deathly silence of the Battlefield.

Big News Morgans' News Coo arrived just in time, the live broadcast was reconnected, and "Pluton" Rayleigh was finally executed.

Deep within Marineford prison, Shakky, upon learning the news, chose to commit suicide in her cell, following the deceased in another way.

Thus, the legendary era of Pirates came to a complete end.

And those Impel Down monsters released during the war—

Katrin Deme, San Juan Wolf, Basque Jote, Abalo Pizarro --

It failed to make any waves and was easily crushed in the aftermath.

Roy casually harvested Chomei's Mythical Zoan Devil Fruit and placed it in his palm.

When the announcement spread throughout the world, the entire ocean instantly erupted in excitement!

"Pluton Rayleigh to be executed!"

"All monsters in Impel Down have been wiped out!"

"Shanks, one of the Four Emperors, has been captured, marking the end of the Emperor of the Sea era!"

"The Paramount War has ended—a resounding naval victory!!"

Countless cheers rose and fell in the Harbors, towns, villages, and islands.

People raised their glasses in celebration, lit bonfires and fireworks, the streets were bustling, the islands roared, and the ocean echoed.

It was a long-lost feeling of exhilaration and liberation.

It was as if the gloom and shackles that had weighed on the world for decades had finally been completely torn off at this moment!

The dawn of New Era has torn through the darkness and illuminated the world!

The smoke of battle had not yet dissipated, and the smell of blood and Scorched Earth still lingered in the air.

The Battlefield was deathly silent, save for low breathing and the sound of footsteps calling for help.

Luffy, Sanji, Usopp, and Nami silently led the soldiers in clearing the wreckage, their faces etched with shadows that betrayed no sign of ease.

Law and Chopper's Medical Team traversed mountains of corpses and seas of blood, where blood and medicine mingled, becoming the last salvation in this Purgatory.

Roy raised his hand and waved it, his fingertips creating Spatial Ripple.

The naval officers and soldiers buried deep in the ruins were precisely transferred and appeared at the medical point. Those who were still alive were immediately treated.

The Sengoku Buddha statue has shed its Buddha Form, its bare upper body covered in scars and bloodstains.

He approached Roy alongside the Three Admirals, his voice low and suppressed. "Roy... that woman..."

Roy's gaze remained unchanged, his tone flat. "Yes, it's the one you're thinking of."

Sengoku's pupils contracted sharply, his heart skipped a beat, and he fell silent.

The Lord of the Empty Throne personally taking to the field—he understood this better than anyone else.

The rift between the Navy and the World Government could never be mended.

Sakazuki was covered in charred lava and breathing rapidly.

A faint light Flash at Roy's fingertips, and spatial ripples enveloped the area, instantly removing the injuries from his body.

Sakazuki paused for a moment, then gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse. "With this ability, I thought... you'd just go straight for it."

Upon hearing this, Kizaru's expression changed drastically; his eyes widened in alarm. "Hey, bro, that's a dangerous idea!"

Aokiji sighed, frost silently spreading from his feet. "Oh dear~ if this keeps going, this island might really sink."

Roy shook his head slightly, looking towards the Red Line with a sharp gaze.

"Not yet."

"If Headliners breaks out... no one on this island will survive except for a few of us."

Sengoku and the Three Admirals were simultaneously shocked, their expressions changing drastically!

They keenly perceived—

Roy's apprehension did not stem from a difference in strength, but from some deeper, forbidden power capable of annihilating all living beings!

Roy closed his eyes, and deep in his mind surfaced the hellish scroll he had seen eight hundred years ago:

--Black and purple contract runes were wrapped around Imu's fingertips, and a pentagram was projected onto the earth from the sky.

Thousands of soldiers were engulfed in the light array, their screams mingling with the flames, becoming an eternal echo.

When they reappeared, they were no longer human, but "demons" reshaped by fel energy and flames.

That scene was enough to shatter reason.

"Devil Contract..."

Roy's words fell slowly and quietly in the dim corner of the ruins.

Sengoku, Akainu, Kizaru, Aokiji listened quietly.

The light in the four pairs of eyes gradually froze. As the deliberately concealed words and indescribable images surfaced in their minds, their faces grew paler by the minute.

This was the first time they had ever heard of such a taboo that so utterly desecrated life and soul.

Even the volatile Sakazuki, as fiery as a volcano, fell silent at that moment, as if a heavy Tekkai had been pressed down on his chest.

He lowered his eyes, and for the first time, calmly and rationally considered the "future."

Time passed slowly.

The entire Battlefield of Marineford was gradually brought under the command of the Navy Elites.

The ruins were cleared, the wounded were transferred and treated, and the bodies of the fallen were laid out one by one and neatly covered with snow-white sheets.

As the smoke clears, order is gradually being restored.

Sengoku stood on the high platform to preside over and deliver a speech, his voice hoarse but firm:

--To deliver the compensation to the families of the fallen as quickly as possible with the highest standards, so as to resolve their financial concerns.

--The Marine Headquarters is committed to and will provide long-term care for surviving family members, such as children's education, elderly parents' care, and medical care.

--Promote fallen soldiers to the rank of First Class and posthumously award those who have shown bravery the highest medal, so that their families may enjoy eternal honor.

He wanted all the naval soldiers to believe:

--Those who die in battle are not forgotten, but remembered.

--The navy is getting better and stronger.

--And they themselves, as members of this force, have a future full of hope and honor.

--The "Naval Family" will never abandon any member.

Night slowly fell.

The dilapidated prison was as silent as the deep sea.

Roy walked alone to the iron bars, his gaze piercing through the cold metal.

On the other side, Shanks, the former "Four Emperors," sat dejectedly in the shadows, his eyes vacant, as if his very soul had been hollowed out.

One stands in the light, the other in the darkness.

The two figures gazed at each other silently across the iron bars.

That silence speaks louder than a thousand words.

--The Paramount War has now truly come to an end.