Detonation

The Five Elders continued their incessant preaching of their so-called "divine authority and order."

Their voices echoed beneath the dome, dull and hollow, like the same syllable repeated endlessly throughout centuries of history.

"Order," "obedience," and "divine will."

The five people stood on the ivory-colored steps, their expressions solemn and their posture arrogant.

In their view, the two Marine Admirals before them were already intimidated by this "divine ceremony" and were silently accepting their judgment.

Saint Warcury raised his scepter, his voice filled with superior authority. "Very well, it seems you still know how to be respectful."

He nodded slightly, his tone as if he were giving a command to two tamed beasts.

"Next—follow me, we have prepared a 'duel ground' for you, where you will settle your differences."

Saint Shepherd Ju Peter's lips curled into a satisfied smile, "Heh... as expected, mortals will ultimately bow down to the pressure of the gods."

Saint Nusjuro, secretly pleased. "Once they've finished biting each other, the Navy will split open on its own."

The five men exchanged glances, each secretly pleased.

"Heh... the plan is just as we hoped."

They may despise these soldiers, but they know full well that these two Marine Admirals are among the most dangerous forces in the world today.

The rage of the strongest Logia Fruit user is enough to destroy a city and a nation.

Therefore, they chose "control," using the name of God to divide and the blade of order to sow discord.

However—just as they were about to turn around, a suffocating temperature difference suddenly spread from behind.

The air began to tear apart.

Saint Warcury frowned, Saint Shepherd Ju Peter's smile suddenly froze, he felt his left cheek burning, while his Right Hand was frosting.

"This is--?"

Before he could finish speaking...

Two angry shouts erupted almost simultaneously from behind.

"Magma Bomb!!"

Ice Age!!

"Boom--!"

The heavens and earth collapsed at that moment.

Extreme heat and extreme cold erupted simultaneously; blazing red light and piercing white cold air swept out from behind the Five Elders.

Like two giant dragons, one of fire and one of ice, tearing at each other in the same space.

The air exploded, turning the sky red.

The intense heat was like a thousand volcanoes erupting, and the extreme cold was like an ancient ice field collapsing. These two forces of nature intertwined to form a destructive torrent that instantly engulfed the entire square Pangaea Castle.

"Boom--!"

The Shockwave swept outwards, and the white stone ground of the Holy Land cracked inch by inch under the tearing force of the high temperature and cold air, with countless fragments of stone and ice crystals mixed with steam soaring into the sky.

The Five Elders were almost simultaneously thrown into the air!

"Varied--!?"

Saint Shepherd Ju Peter cried out in surprise, and the scepter flew out of his hand.

Saint Nusjuro was thrown Backtrack by the Shockwave, roaring, "Damn it--!"

Saint Mars panicked and erected a defensive barrier, only to have it shattered into pieces by the icy air in the next second.

Saint Warcury raised his scepter high, forcibly maintaining his balance. The white stone beneath his feet had been melted into a bizarre landscape where crimson lava and frozen ice coexisted.

Saint Garling reacted the fastest. He turned around, his sunglasses shattered, and roared, "Bastards!! Who gave you permission to fight here--!"

However—his voice was instantly swallowed up by the roar.

Sakazuki and Kuzan were no longer concerned; their figures were like two walking natural disasters.

Fire and ice churned and tore around them, even light was broken at their point of intersection.

The air trembled, the sky shuddered, and the world held its breath at that moment.

Their eyes met, and a fighting spirit gleamed in them.

"I've tolerated you for a long time now—you lazy bum!!"

Sakazuki roared, his voice like a volcanic eruption, lava boiling and spewing from his arm.

"Great Eruption!!"

His right arm instantly transformed into a burning volcano fist, with molten lava flowing like liquid metal, and the high temperature distorting the air into blood-red cracks.

He stepped on the ground for a moment--

The entire square is melting!

Kuzan snorted coldly, a chilling aura brushing against his lips. "Your Justice is too absolute, Sakazuki!!"

"Ice Block: Pheasant Beak!!"

His right arm surged with blue light, and the chilling energy condensed into an ice bird with outstretched wings. Its feathers were as sharp as knives, and when it flapped its wings, the air froze and the sound shattered.

"--boom!!"

The lava giant fist collided with the ice bird in mid-air!

Fire and ice exploded instantly into a blazing white energy ball, the resulting shockwave tearing the sky apart! A huge hole of light was blasted through the entire sky above Mary Geoise.

A fiery red light burned across the sky;

The piercing white mist froze the ground.

Red and blue intertwine and tear at each other, tumbling across the sky into a destructive panorama.

It was as if two planets collided in the sky above the Holy Land.

The roar reverberated throughout the entire Pangaea Castle, like the furious roar of a god.

The Celestial Dragons in the Holy Land, those "gods" who lived in floating palaces and wore air shields, finally sensed the terrifying earthquake.

They looked through the protective shield—

The sky is melting; the palace's golden dome is burning, frosting, and collapsing.

The heatwave and the chill, like two giant serpents, coiled along the bridge of the floating island, tearing this place, which symbolized the "divine realm," into half a fiery hell and half an icy plain.

"What... what is going on...?"

Some Celestial Dragons collapsed to the ground, their transparent hoods filled with mist and sweat.

"Are they crazy?! This is Mary Geoise!!"

"Stop!! This is the Kingdom of God--!"

But their shouts were completely swallowed up by the next round of explosions.

"--Boom!!"

The white stone avenue broke and collapsed, the earth trembled, and countless Celestial Dragons saw the golden palace burned by flames and covered by ice, shattering into a rain of frost and fire.

The Five Elders, disheveled and huddled behind a broken pillar, their robes scorched and their hair Saint Shepherd Ju Peter, roared:

"Are you all crazy?!"

Saint Garling's face was filled with shock and rage, his sunglasses shattered, and his voice hoarse. "--This is not a battle between Fleet Admiral!! You did this on purpose!!"

However, his roar was once again torn to shreds by the roar of the explosion.

Lava swept across the ground, and frost climbed up the sky.

Pangaea Castle Holy Land city—a symbol of divine authority and order—is plunged into an apocalyptic chaos of fire and ice due to the conflict between two Marine Admirals.

At that moment, even "gods" seemed to be scorched and frozen, and the air was filled with the roar of steam and ice shards.

Just as the first wave of the explosion swept across the sky, a violent sonic boom resounded!

"--The Holy Knights, all members mobilize!!"

With their golden and crimson cloaks billowing in the flames, Shanks and Shamrock led their Holy Knights galloping from the depths of the Holy Land.

The holy lance gleamed with divine gold, and the armor beneath the cloak reflected a mixture of fire and ice.

The target was the very heart of Pangaea Castle —that crumbling "land of divine authority."

"Quickly!! Stop them!!"

Saint Mars cried out, his voice filled with fear for the first time.

Saint Garling turned around and roared, his voice tearing through the storm. "You are courting death!!"

Flames soared into the sky, and icy air howled; in that moment, gods and men, ice and light—were intertwined into a chaotic celestial curtain.

Meanwhile, high in the sky.

The clouds churned and twisted under the heat.

Two figures stood high in the sky, where flames and icy mist intertwined, like judges overlooking the war.

Borsalino, unusually, put away his nonchalant smile and looked down through the clouds at the Holy Land.

The light from the explosion reflected on his golden lenses like a silent meteor falling into an abyss.

"Roy the Kid,"

He spoke slowly, his tone unusually serious, "Isn't this... going too far?"

Roy stood with his hands behind his back, letting the wind ruffle his cloak. "--It doesn't matter."

He smiled faintly, his gaze as deep as the ocean, as if he were watching a game of chess that had already been decided.

Kizaru narrowed his eyes, sighing with a mixture of helplessness and knowing meaning, "Wow, wow..."

The Holy Land below is still burning, the light of fire and ice weaving a massive scar across the night sky.