Allen's Death

Wrapped in cursed crimson light, the Demon Sword pierced straight through Allen's frozen heart in his left chest as easily as a hot knife through butter!

Dark crimson blood instantly sprayed from the wounds at both the front and back! But under Space Freeze, the blood congealed around the wounds like thick red jelly!

"Urgh...!"

Allen's pupils instantly dilated to their limit!

Intense, indescribable pain crashed against his frozen nerves like a tsunami! He could clearly feel the icy blade stirring inside his heart! His life force was draining away madly!

"Pssh! Pssh! Pssh!..."

The attack did not stop! It was like the cruelest form of execution by a thousand cuts!

The second sword pierced his right lung!

The third sword stabbed through his liver!

The fourth sword drove into his spleen!

The fifth, the sixth... the blade pierced through both kidneys with precise, merciless strikes!

The seventh and eighth swords stabbed into his left and right shoulder blades, shattering bone and severing nerves!

The ninth and tenth swords pierced his femoral arteries!

The eleventh and twelfth... the blade repeatedly stabbed and twisted in his abdomen!

Every strike was accompanied by the muffled sound of muscles and organs being torn apart, along with the sizzling of the curse on the Demon Sword corroding flesh!

Allen's body was like a ruined doll, repeatedly pierced through by the Demon Sword! Dark crimson blood mixed with tissue fluid corroded by the curse, constantly seeping from those horrific wounds before congealing, dyeing him into an utterly miserable blood-soaked figure! His gaze went from agony to vacant as the flame of his life rapidly dimmed.

When Garp, that iron-blooded old man, saw the first sword pierce Allen's heart, he shut his eyes in pain and turned his head away. The knuckles of his tightly clenched iron fist turned white as it trembled slightly. He could not bear to watch any further.

The corners of Akainu's magma-ified mouth curled upward uncontrollably, forming a cruel, satisfied arc.

His eyes gleamed with the light of "justice" being upheld as he muttered, "That bastard who disrupted the order deserved to die!"

Kizaru's normally sleazy expression had turned unusually serious. He pushed up his slipping sunglasses, yellow light particles flickering uneasily at his fingertips as he furrowed his brow. "Oh~ how terrifying... But... something feels a little off, you know~"

His Observation Haki had caught a faint, extremely subtle sense of wrongness.

Sengoku's expression was heavy and complicated. Watching the son of a former rival being slaughtered so brutally brought him no satisfaction, only a deeper wariness of Imu's power and concern for the future.

Kaido's enormous dragon eyes stared fixedly at Allen, whose body had been pierced by countless swords. He let out a furious roar, spewing savage Dragon's Breath indiscriminately at the surrounding demons!

His Dragon Body struggled to rush over, but more crazed demons and the Five Elders held him firmly in check!

"Hehehehe! He's dead! He's really dead!"

Teach's eyes gleamed with greed and excitement as he stared fixedly at Allen's "corpse." The Dark-Dark Fruit's power stirred restlessly. "The power of time and space... is mine!"

Imu seemed to have confirmed that Allen's life force had completely ceased, and coldly withdrew the final sword.

The terrifying power freezing space dispersed along with it.

Thud!

Allen's nearly unrecognizable body, riddled with savage bloody holes, fell heavily like a puppet with its strings cut. Along with a large mass of congealed dark crimson blood, it slammed onto the cold ground littered with rubble and demon remains, kicking up a small cloud of dust.

He did not move. There was no trace of life left.

Imu's consciousness returned to Gunko once more. Her body floated high in the sky as crimson demon eyes scanned below indifferently.

Imu's crimson gaze lingered briefly on Allen's "corpse," confirming that his life force had completely vanished, and that even the ripples of time and space had disappeared without a trace.

He turned a blind eye to the chaos below, as though he had merely cleared away a piece of obstructive trash.

Without any extra movement or words, the enormous bat wings behind Gunko gave a light flap. Along with the trident and strange grimoire, her figure faded soundlessly from the air like an ink drop dissolving into water.

The suffocating, terrifying pressure that had enveloped the entire island vanished with her.

As Imu's consciousness withdrew, Gunko's Demonization rapidly receded like a fading painting.

The enormous bat wings, crimson arrow-tipped tail, and massive horn on her forehead all turned into black smoke and dispersed.

The instant Imu left, the force of the compulsory contract shrouding the demonized creatures abruptly disappeared as well!

The lingering black-red thunderclouds in the sky quickly dispersed, and sunlight fell once more.

The Black Energy Wrapped in all demonized creatures on the battlefield—Former Marines, former Cipher Pol agents, and former Beasts Pirates members—receded like a tide. The twin horns on their foreheads and the bat wings on their backs shattered like illusions and vanished.

They stood where they were in a daze, their eyes recovering clarity from their crazed bloodlust, only to be overwhelmed by immense weakness and the chaos and pain within their memories.

Many collapsed straight to the ground, letting out pained groans and tearful cries of relief at surviving the disaster.

The Black Energy, horns, and bat wings on Rayleigh's body vanished in an instant as well, revealing his originally weathered face, now filled with pain and confusion.

In his hand, the Demon Sword drawn from the grimoire and stained with Allen's blood also lost its demonic luster after Imu's departure. It became rusted and mottled before shattering with a crack into several pieces of scrap metal that fell to the ground.

Rayleigh lowered his head and looked at his hands, covered in thick dark crimson blood. Then he looked at the horrific "corpse" on the ground not far away, the body of the nephew he had regarded as his own son...

Fragments of memory stabbed into his mind like sharp knives: Allen had Teleported behind him... He had wanted to knock him unconscious... Then... then his body twisted beyond his control... A cold consciousness took over... It drew the Demon Sword... one strike... two strikes... countless strikes... that spraying blood... his nephew's pupils widening in agony...

"No... no... impossible..."

Rayleigh staggered a step back, his face as white as paper and his entire body trembling violently. His clouded old eyes instantly filled with bloodshot veins and disbelieving despair.

He suddenly clutched his head and let out a heart-rending, grief-stricken howl that Resounded across the battlefield, now fallen silent. "It... it was me... I personally... killed my nephew?! I killed Allen!!!"

This legendary pirate collapsed to his knees like a child who had lost everything. Tears mixed with the blood on his face and streamed down as overwhelming guilt and anguish nearly swallowed him whole.

"My dear nephew... Uncle failed you!!!"

Sengoku's expression remained heavy, but Imu's departure and the release of the contract had returned control of the battlefield to the Marines.

He suppressed his complicated emotions and resumed the authority of a Fleet Admiral, issuing a deep command into the communicator. "Attention, all Marine units! The demonization threat has been neutralized! Prioritize treating the wounded! Sakazuki! Borsalino! Target—the Blackbeard Pirates! Wipe them out with full force! Take no prisoners!"

Upon hearing this, a savage Fighting Spirit appeared on Akainu's magma-ified face. He had been worrying over where to vent the frustration he had just endured. "Hmph! Pirate scum! Die! Great Eruption!"