God Valley Battle Erupts, Each with Their Own Agenda

The canyon tore through the forest. Tons of dirt and rock rolled and crashed into the sea.

Turbid waves surged into the sky. The two warships along the coastline were smashed apart, with planks and the severed limbs of sailors swirling in the vortex.

Garp had no time to deal with the freak in front of him. Gritting his teeth, he forcibly yanked back his numb right fist.

The flesh on the back of his hand had been seared by electricity, emitting pungent white smoke. He shook his wrist, his knuckles cracking loudly as the muscles in his forearm spasmed.

"Consider yourself lucky, brat!" Garp spat out a mouthful of sand.

His legs kicked rapidly through the air. Explosions of air rang out one after another. Stepping on Geppo, he shot straight toward the melee at the island's center like a black cannonball.

The central plaza of God Valley had already become a full-fledged meat grinder.

Rocks was like a mad dog that had caught the scent of blood. His dark red coat had been torn into strips and hung from his shoulders.

He held a blood-dripping cutlass in one hand. With a single thrust, he impaled the Marine vice admiral charging at him. The vice admiral did not even have time to scream before chunks of his organs mixed with blood sprayed all over Rocks's face.

Rocks pulled out his sword. He stuck out his tongue and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth. His wild laughter overwhelmed the artillery fire covering the island.

"Kill them! Butcher every last one of those pigs wearing bubble helmets! Leave none alive!"

On the left, Whitebeard Newgate swung Murakumogiri. A white halo of vibrations crashed heavily into the ground.

The earth heaved violently. More than a dozen exquisite stone buildings collapsed with a roar. Before a squad of God's Knights guards could even draw their swords, they were buried alive beneath tons of boulders. Blood seeped out through the cracks between the stones.

Golden Lion Shiki floated in midair. With a wave of both hands, two medium-sized Marine warships plummeted from the sky and smashed into the crowd. Wooden splinters scattered in all directions like buckshot, piercing the bodies of dozens of Marines.

The Roger Pirates were caught in the very middle.

A piece of the brim of Roger's straw hat had been burned away. He kicked a Rocks Pirates underling away, the sole of his boot crushing the man's breastbone.

He swung Ace Greatsword backhandedly, blocking the iron fist Garp had just brought down.

Sparks mixed with black Haki lightning exploded between the two men. The surrounding air was sucked away, forming a brief vacuum.

"Garp! Are you blind? We're rescuing people!" Roger roared, spraying spittle onto Garp's dog-head cap.

Rayleigh had no time to bother with the clash on this side. Holding a longsword, he hacked through the rusted chains binding several slaves' hands and feet.

"Don't look back! Run toward the coast!" Rayleigh shoved a terrified fish-man slave.

The Marines wanted to kill the pirates, Rocks wanted to kill the Celestial Dragons, and Roger wanted to protect the slaves.

The three forces collided. Severed limbs flew chaotically through the mud and water. The overpowering stench of blood turned God Valley into a living hell.

In front of the shelter behind the island.

The lofty Celestial Dragons had completely lost their usual arrogance.

A fat Celestial Dragon stepped on a severed hand. His foot slipped, and he fell face-first into a mud pit.

The glass helmet on his head, symbolizing his nobility, struck a rock and shattered into several pieces with a crisp crack.

Shards of glass pierced his fat face. Blood flowed into his eyes.

He trembled all over in terror. With both hands, he frantically stuffed mud into his mouth. Mucus ran into his mouth as he let out a pig-like scream.

More than half of the CP0 agents guarding them had been killed or wounded.

A flying slash, swift as a stray bullet, swept over. Three agents in white suits failed to dodge and were cut in half at the waist. Their upper bodies fell to the ground, their hands still clawing wildly at the muddy earth. Their intestines spilled everywhere.

"Help! Hurry and get an admiral over here!"

Several female Celestial Dragons clung to one another. Their expensive silk clothes were covered in mud and blood. Urine ran down their thighs, the foul stench mixing with the smell of wet earth and becoming utterly unbearable.

On the coast at the edge of God Valley.

An ironclad warship was anchored among the reefs. Its heavy armor rose and fell with the waves.

Rektol stood on deck. He raised his right hand, lightning flickering in his palm.

"Boom!"

Two thick bolts of lightning struck the Marine blockade in the distance. The mast of an escort ship was split apart on the spot, and towering flames erupted. The sailors leaped into the sea like dumplings dropping into a pot.

On the surface, the Charlotte Family was desperately providing cover at the edge of the battlefield.

In reality, Rektol shook the static from his hand and turned toward the cabin beneath the warship.

The cabin door opened. A damp, earthy smell rushed over him.

Cracker was seated before the control console. His fat face was smeared with engine oil and dirt.

He gripped two control levers tightly. The power of the Magnet-Magnet Fruit traveled through the console, linking to the dozens-of-meters-long Fine Steel drill beneath the ship.

"Big Brother, the rock layer is too hard. The drill is overheating." Cracker coughed twice, inhaling a mouthful of dust. His throat rumbled like a bellows.

"Add water to cool it down. Keep drilling." Rektol walked over and kicked the metal casing of the control console. The sheet metal caved inward.

The steel drill spun madly through the rock layer. Its piercing grinding noise was perfectly drowned out by the earth-shaking artillery fire aboveground.

An underground passage five meters in diameter was extending toward the island's center at an unbelievable speed.

Rektol jumped into the pitch-black passage. His leather boots crunched over the rubble.

Katakuri followed behind. He tore off a piece of cloth and tied it over his nose and mouth as a makeshift gas mask.

The air in the passage was thin, and the dust was thick enough to choke on.

Katakuri carried no weapon. Bare-chested, he walked ahead of Rektol to clear the way. The wounds on his back had begun bleeding heavily from the exertion.

Occasionally, loosened boulders fell from above.

Katakuri did not even look at them. Armament Haki wrapped around his fist as he punched upward.

The rocks shattered into powder and fell onto their shoulders.

"Pick up the pace. The Celestial Dragons' treasury is right ahead." Rektol's voice echoed through the narrow tunnel.

He could feel the gravitational fluctuations transmitted by his second heart. The more fiercely they fought aboveground, the safer it was for them to dig down here.

The legacy of eight hundred years would soon be his.

The passage was halfway finished.

The earth above suddenly erupted with a violent tremor.

The amplitude was greater than any previous quake. Large clumps of dirt pelted Rektol's hair.

Several cracks split open in the rock layer above the passage. Dust fell like rain.

Aboveground, at the cliff in the center of God Valley.

Rocks's back slammed hard into a massive boulder. Spiderweb-like cracks instantly covered the rock, and fragments clattered down.

He spat out a large mouthful of blood mixed with chunks of organs. The blood stained his chin before running down his neck and into his chest.

On the left, Garp's iron fist had broken three of his ribs. His chest was deeply caved in. The broken bones had pierced his lungs, making every breath bubble with blood.

On the right, Roger's Ace Greatsword had left a deep, bone-visible slash across his shoulder. Flesh hung open, exposing stark white bone.

Two of the era's greatest powers had joined forces, forcibly driving this emperor of the sea to the edge of the cliff.

Rocks gasped heavily. His coat had vanished without a trace. His upper body was covered in mangled, flayed flesh.

Below lay a bottomless canyon. The sound of waves striking the stone walls could be heard clearly.

Rocks gritted his teeth, his eyes red as if they were about to drip blood.

He yanked the Den Den Mushi from his waist. His fingers trembled as he pressed the highest-level communications button.

The Den Den Mushi mimicked his savage, twisted face. Its eyes bulged, its teeth clenched tightly.

He grabbed the receiver and roared toward the entire island. His voice was as shrill as a vengeful ghost's, piercing through layer upon layer of rain.

"Charlotte Rektol!"

Blood-filled phlegm caught in Rocks's throat, and he coughed so violently it felt like his chest was being torn apart.

"Bring your people over and support me!"