From the moment Whitebeard fell before Maud, the gears of the new age had already begun to turn.
The age was about to change!
No matter how displeased Golden Lion was, he couldn't change what had already happened.
Whether he acknowledged it or not was his own business.
"Before I let this world experience 'fear,' I absolutely will not be replaced!!!"
Several prominent veins surfaced one after another at Golden Lion's temples and the corners of his eyes.
Whitebeard's death didn't make him sorrowful, but it did provoke him.
"The vacant 'throne' is just right for me to take over."
Golden Lion's eyes were bloodshot as his gaze, laden with icy killing intent, swept across the nearly one hundred elite Marines suspended high in the air by stepping on it.
This unit had been specially dispatched to restrain him. At the beginning, it had consisted of around three hundred and sixty men.
By now, he had killed so many that only around one hundred remained.
In contrast, Kizaru had also destroyed more than half of the Flying Fleet's ships.
During that time, he had even perfectly nullified the firepower advantage the Flying Fleet was so proud of.
The price paid for that was the lives of more than two hundred elite Marines skilled in Geppo.
"Scram, you small fry."
Unable to dispel his resentment, Golden Lion spread his arms and freely controlled the enormous amount of rock he had taken from the floating islands.
At first, he had indeed intended to use the islands to sink Marineford straight to the bottom of the sea. More importantly, though, he wanted to freely draw upon the islands' materials to attack his enemies during battle.
Under Golden Lion's control, countless hard rocks rapidly condensed into eight stone lion heads that opened their mouths