There Was a Gap Between Gods and Mortals

"Gaia!"

Seeing one of his crewmates in such agony, Shanks attacked at once.

He swung Griffin, unleashing a towering Slash attack imbued with Armament Haki and surging Conqueror's Haki.

Yasopp raised his gun and fired without even aiming. The shot sent out six bullets, not one of which made so much as a whisper as it cut through the air. Every one hit its mark.

Chaos didn't so much as flinch.

A Golden Longsword and a shield appeared out of thin air, wreathed in flowing, rainbow-colored flames. They formed an absolute defense that easily blocked Shanks and Yasopp's attacks.

Pfft!

The sound of a blade piercing flesh came without warning.

Yasopp looked down at his chest. A bloodstained golden spear had pierced right through him and pinned him to the ground.

Foul-smelling blood sprayed from his mouth and nose, and agony contorted his face.

"Yasopp!"

"Damn it!"

Shanks, Lucky Roo, and the others stared in horror.

When had that golden spear appeared? There hadn't been the slightest warning.

The moment it appeared, it had impaled Yasopp on the ground.

But the worst was yet to come.

Golden spikes erupted from the middle of the spear, bursting out of Yasopp's body like the quills of a hedgehog. Blood drenched him.

There was no chance to save him.

His entire body had been pierced until it resembled a honeycomb, and his life signs vanished in an instant.

A phantom soul rose from his body.

Chaos grabbed it. Yasopp's expression at the moment of death remained clear; for a little while, he stayed conscious, unlike ordinary souls, which were dazed and mindless.

Shanks and the others saw it all.

"Gaia, let Yasopp go!"

"I'll kill you!"

"No!"

A torrent of murderous intent surged up. In Beckman and the others' eyes, two faces appeared