The demonic spear that pierced Tengai Shinsei
The gun is entirely black, with dense, ancient patterns engraved on its surface, and a dark red light flowing deep within the patterns.
The spearhead was long and sharp, and the air began to twist, crack, and churn less than an inch in front of it. She didn't rush to attack, but simply aimed the spearhead at the falling meteorite in the sky.
In her crimson almond-shaped eyes, something extremely complex surged, as if it had been sealed away for eight hundred years and was finally seeing the light of day again.
She slightly curled the corners of her lips.
The curve is shallow, yet it contains an age-old arrogance.
It's a kind of composure that comes from "finally facing the world as your true self."
Madara Uchiha stood Susanoo's eyebrows, his Six-Tomoe Rinne Sharingan slightly narrowed.
His gaze pierced through thousands of meters of empty space, across the shattered skyline of the Sabaody Archipelago, and landed on the top of the Red Line.
That Holy Land, shrouded in dark purple Demonic Energy, was now emanating an extremely strange aura.
The level of that aura was higher than he had expected—so high that it took his Rinne Sharingan an extra breath to accurately pinpoint its boundaries.
He felt threatened.
A faint, extremely subtle, yet very real threat.
This feeling was so unfamiliar to him; the last time he felt this way was when he faced Hashirama Senju.
Before he could think it through, a deep rumble came from the direction of Mary Geoise.
At the same instant, Demonic Energy in the sky converged wildly towards a certain center point.
Dark red, pitch black, and thick as ink Demonic Energy surged from every crack in the ruins of the Holy Land, seeped from the rock strata of the Red Line, and condensed out of thin air.
They coalesced into a gigantic spear in an extremely short time.
The spear was made entirely of pure Demonic Energy, with dark red light flowing across its body like a river of magma compressed to its limit.
The gun, over a kilometer long, rose from the ruins of Mary Geoise, pierced the clouds, and pointed straight to the sky.
The gun tip was aimed at the falling meteorite without hesitation, without building up momentum, and without any unnecessary probing.
The next second, the spear shot straight into the sky.
When Shanks looked up, the dark red magic spear had already pierced the bottom of the meteorite.
He saw that scene.
A massive black meteorite slowly emerged from the void rift, its shadow engulfing the entire Red Line. But the next second, a dark red light pierced through the bottom of the meteorite, striking the boulder, which was thousands of meters in diameter, right in the center.
The process was extremely quiet; there was no explosion, no roar, and no loud shattering sound.
Only the "hissing" sound made when Demonic Energy came into contact with the meteorite was like a red-hot Tekkai being thrown into ice water.
The meteorite began to disintegrate from the inside, with dark purple light leaking wildly from the pierced hole, and cracks spreading, expanding, and collapsing in all directions from the hole.
The meteorite shattered.
A massive black rock detached from the main body, trailing a dark purple tail of flame as it plummeted towards the sea, drawing scorching streaks across the sky.
The sunlight, which had been obscured by the meteorite, streamed back through the cracks, illuminating the ruins of Sabaody and the faces of those gazing up at the sky.
Shanks didn't move.
He stood there, his long black cloak billowing in the sea breeze, the hilt of Gryphon's knife resting in his palm.
His gaze shifted from the shattered meteorite to the direction of Mary Geoise Mary Geoise, then back to the dark red magic spear that was dissipating.
His lips moved slightly, but he didn't say anything.
Beckman, standing next to him, had a wisp of cigarette smoke slide from the corner of his mouth.
The cigarette slipped from his lips, twirled halfway through the air, and landed in the shallow water, where it hissed out.
Beckman didn't pick it up.
He didn't even lower his head.
His gaze was fixed on Mary Geoise, his left hand resting on the flintlock pistol at his waist, his fingers slightly clenched.
He had seen too much: the storms of the New World, the clashes of the Four Emperors, the encirclement and suppression by the Navy, Blackbeard's madness.
But that shot just now, that level, that force that pierced through the Tengai Shinsei —he had never seen anything like it.
He glanced at Shanks, Shanks profile was shimmering in the sunlight.
Neither of them spoke, but Beckman read a signal in Shanks ' eyes: today's events were far more complicated than anticipated.
Yasopp's hand rested on the gun handle, his knuckles white.
He has fired countless shots in his life.
Snipers know best what "a single bullet can change."
But what he saw before him told him that some forces don't need sniping, angles, or prediction.
All it needs to do is stand there, raise its gun, and pierce through everything.
Killing Hall's Mangekyō Sharingan suddenly contracted.
The pattern of the Broken Cage spun rapidly in his pupils, and the black thorns around the three Tomoe exploded outwards, almost piercing the boundaries of his pupils.
He sensed that aura.
The power contained within the dark red magic spear that erupted from the direction of Mary Geoise was unlike any power he had ever sensed before.
It is much stronger than Imu's previous demon form, by a significant margin.
It is a level higher than the full power of Six-Tomoe Rinne Sharingan.
At least one.
Killing Hall's throat tightened slightly; this was the first time he had felt a real chill in this war.
He glanced at Taki and Yan beside him; both of them looked equally grim.
Taki's Lightning Release Chakra surged silently at his fingertips, while Yan's Mangekyō Sharingan unconsciously rotated the six-pointed star pattern.
The three remained silent, but all three understood that what was happening in Mary Geoise was beyond their capabilities.
The thirteen elite Night Owl Guard made the same move almost simultaneously—taking a half-step back, adjusting their positions, and tightening their formation.
No one gave the order, no one shouted, but everyone went on high alert at the same instant.
That instinct comes from the intuition honed through countless life-and-death battles.
They are not afraid of death.
But they knew that some levels of power couldn't be dealt with simply by being fearless.
The remaining naval personnel lacked this resolve.
The soldiers who had already laid down their weapons and slumped in the ruins changed their expressions from blank to distorted the moment the demonic spear pierced the meteorite.
Someone collapsed to the ground, clutching the back of their head with both hands, their forehead pressed tightly against the gravel.
Someone knelt on the ground, their lips moving, repeatedly chanting prayers that no one could understand.
Someone looked up at the sky, now bathed in sunlight again, and a smile, whether it was a cry or a laugh, appeared on their lips.
They no longer know what this war is.