One Piece: Surrounded at Marineford? Just kidding!

Chapter 591: The Excited Widvernil!

At the very edge of the World Tree, the air is so thin it's like a solid blade of ice.

With no obstruction, the gale howled and swept through the air with unbridled force.

Chen Ye stood alone on the edge of the cliff.

The black trench coat was blown straight by the wind, its hem fluttering like a black flag declaring war.

At an altitude of tens of thousands of meters, the temperature is high enough to freeze blood instantly.

Chen Ye remained expressionless.

He raised his right hand and laid it flat in the cold wind.

In the center of his palm, the pale gold eagle-shaped mark throbbed violently.

At first, it was just a slight burning sensation.

Immediately afterwards, the heat surged exponentially.

The skin on the surface of the mark curls up and cracks outwards.

There was no blood.

Beneath the cracked skin and flesh, there was only an extremely dazzling pure golden light.

"boom!"

A muffled thud exploded at the top of the World Tree.

A solidified golden beam of light, five meters in diameter, burst forth from Chen Ye's palm without warning.

The beam of light, carrying a devastating and violent kinetic energy, shot straight upwards, reaching the sky.

Above them, thick, leaden-gray clouds perpetually shroud Elbaf.

The cloud cover was a thousand meters thick, like an indestructible iron wall.

But under the impact of the golden beam of light, the dark cloud was like snow melting in a fire.

The golden light forcefully pierced through the clouds, melting the deathly gray into a huge void.

Sunlight streamed down through the hole.

A blinding golden light shone down in the strong wind.

The moment the golden light pierced through the clouds, an ancient will surged into Chen Ye's mind along the mark on his palm.

"Hey——!"

A clear, sharp cry, filled with boundless pride, resounded deep within Chen Ye's consciousness.

This sound is not of human hearing.

It was a pure soul vibration.

The sound waves did not dissipate in the air, but transformed into concentric golden ripples.

Ripples spread wildly in all directions from Chen Ye as the center.

Where the golden light swept, the ice and snow that had accumulated at the top of the World Tree for millions of years evaporated instantly into white steam, skipping the melting process.

The strong winds were forcibly pushed back.

This absolute forbidden zone is now filled only with the ancient, domineering pressure that surveys the world.

Chenye stood at the center where steam and golden light intertwined.

He lowered his head, his gaze piercing through tens of thousands of meters of void, looking down at the chaotic battlefield of Elbaf below.

From this height, those top-tier powerhouses capable of destroying islands, those colossal giants, and those monstrous nightmare monsters all become insignificant specks.

A frenzied battle raged amidst pools of blood and ruins.

Like a swarm of ants tearing at each other in a quagmire.

Chen Ye's lips twitched upwards, forming a cold arc.

He raised his left hand and pressed his thumb heavily onto the burning mark on his right palm.

The physical pressure made the marks throb even more violently.

Chen Ye looked down, his thin lips slightly parted.

"Go."

The voice wasn't loud, but it conveyed an unquestionable and absolute will.

"Let those self-important fools below learn with their bodies what true power is."

The moment the command was given, the palm print erupted with an extremely frenzied and violent surge.

That was the destructive desire that came from being imprisoned for eight hundred years, an eagerness to tear everything apart.

It smelled that familiar stench of decay from the battlefield below.

The aura of his nemesis, Nighold.

The will within the mark roars.

It wanted to rush down and tear the black dragon and the entire island to pieces.

Chen Ye's eyes turned cold.

"Buzz!"

A brilliant golden flame rose from his right hand.

It belongs to the absolute divine power of the sun god Apollo.

Golden flames instantly enveloped Chen Ye's palm, carrying an intense heat capable of burning everything, and ruthlessly suppressed the violence within the mark.

Chen Ye emphasized his words, his voice carrying a chilling undertone.

"Remember this: Nighold is an ally this time."

The sun god's golden flames contracted inward, scalding the ancient will until it trembled violently.

"If you dare lay a hand on it on the battlefield, I'll stuff you back into the fruit. Understand?"

Under the crushing force of the Sun God's absolute power, the violent fluctuations of the mark paused for a moment.

Although Widvernir's will was proud, it was well aware of the terrifying energy contained within the man before it.

After a brief standoff, the pulsation of the mark subsided.

He obediently withdrew his killing intent towards the black dragon.

Absolute submission.

Chen Ye released his left hand with satisfaction.

The moment the suppression was lifted, a blinding dark green light burst forth from Chen Ye's palm like a flood.

The light was so intense it seemed to drip water.

With a raging wind that seemed to tear everything apart, it shot straight into the air.

After the dark green light detached from Chen Ye's palm, it swelled up in the wind.

It rapidly expands and reorganizes in mid-air.

"Click-click-click—"

The sickening sound of bones grinding together, accompanied by the whooshing sound of feathers growing wildly, echoed throughout the sky.

The sound was so loud it seemed to tear a rift in the sky.

The light dissipated.

Its true form, which blots out the sky, was fully formed at the top of the World Tree.

It was an ancient eagle whose size was beyond description.

Its entire body is covered in dark green feathers that are as hard as metal.

Each feather's edge gleamed with a sharp, divine light.

It spread its wings.

A huge shadow instantly enveloped the clouds below.

The eagle let out a piercing cry that shook the heavens, and its wings snapped back.

Its enormous body transformed into a dark green meteorite.

With terrifying kinetic energy capable of destroying everything, it plunged headlong into the Elbaf battlefield tens of thousands of meters below.

The screen then cuts to the battlefield below.

In the ruins on the east side, a fierce wind raged through the air, carrying snow and the stench of blood.

Lox stood on a huge, broken stone slab.

He had just used his absolute power to intimidate the surrounding Knights of God.

He looked at the Supreme Commander Garin, whose face was ashen, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched. He was preparing to use the most vicious and arrogant words to crush the dignity of this Celestial Dragon into the mud.

He had even thought of the sarcastic words.

He wanted to show the world government that, in the face of the true maritime overlord, their proud knightly order was nothing but a bunch of chickens and dogs.

But just as he opened his mouth, before the first syllable even came out...

A sudden change occurred.

The dark power within Lox, which had always been as at his command and raging with unparalleled ferocity, suddenly exhibited an extremely bizarre reaction.

That was the pure dark essence that Chen Ye had personally injected into his body before they set off.

This power made Lox stronger than ever before, even giving him the illusion that he could devour everything.

But now.

This dark force was like a mouse encountering its natural enemy.

It emitted a silent scream within the veins of Lox.

The black mist that had covered the body and devoured light and snow collapsed instantly.

All the dark forces, at a near-flight speed, frantically contracted and retreated towards the heart of Rocks, lying in a deep slumber.

They dared not reveal even a trace of their presence again.

The moment the power was withdrawn, Rocks' mind went blank for a brief period.

Immediately afterwards, a primal fear originating from the deepest part of his soul, like a cold, venomous snake, tightly coiled around his spine.

Rocks' legs went weak.

This once arrogant maritime overlord, who dared to declare war on the entire world, actually knelt heavily on one knee in full view of everyone.

"Bang!"

His knee slammed into the icy ground, creating a spiderweb-like pattern of cracks in the hard frozen soil.

Rocks' hands gripped the ground tightly.

The knuckles of his ten fingers turned white from excessive force, and his fingernails dug into the ice mixed with blood, breaking off completely.

Blood oozed from his fingertips.

But he seemed not to feel any pain.

The muscles on that face, covered in hideous scars, twitched violently and uncontrollably.

His pupils shrank to tiny points, and the whites of his eyes instantly became covered with scarlet blood vessels.

Cold sweat poured out of every pore on my body like a waterfall.

In just one breath, the back of his clothes was completely soaked.

cold.

A chilling cold that freezes even the soul.

Lockes was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently.

His Observation Haki was frantically triggering an alarm.

It was an extreme sense of crisis that transcended the boundaries of life and death.

Every cell in his body was sending him the same message.

escape.

The farther away you escape, the better.

He couldn't care less about maintaining his image as a maritime overlord.

Faced with that absolute sense of oppression, all dignity and arrogance become laughable burdens.

Lox turned his head sharply.

Those eyes, which seemed somewhat crazed by extreme fear, were fixed on the white-bearded man not far away.

"Newgate!"

Lox roared.

The voice was no longer its usual deep and arrogant tone, but rather a sharp, broken quality, and the vocal cords sounded hoarse as if they had been severely sanded.

Forget about those counterfeit riders!

He roared as he pointed trembling fingers, stained with ice and blood, towards the sky.

"Up there, there's a monster that even makes me feel uneasy."

Rocks swallowed a mouthful of saliva mixed with the taste of blood, his eye muscles twitching wildly.

"It's time to get down!"

Upon hearing the roar, the white-bearded man, whose towering body was as thick as an iron tower, trembled.

Whitebeard knew Rocks all too well.

This madman has never known what fear is.

Even when facing Roger and Garp together at God Valley, Rocks could only laugh wildly.

The thing that could make Rocks' legs go weak and cause him to scream and shout without regard for his image must be beyond the realm of common sense.

Whitebeard did not hesitate.

He immediately took down the Supreme Grade Sword "Murakumogiri" from his shoulder, gripped the long hilt with both hands, and held it horizontally in front of him.

"Crunch."

The muscles on the white-bearded man's right arm bulged high.

Thick, blue veins bulged out from under the skin like writhing dragons.

He instantly pushed the power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit to its limit.

A high-density white vibrating aura, like a burning white flame, instantly enveloped the broad blade of the Murakumogiri.

The surrounding space groaned under the strain of the tremors.

Visible black spatial cracks constantly appeared and disappeared around the blade.

The white-bearded man lowered his center of gravity, his feet rooted to the ground.

He turned his head and looked into Lox's bloodshot eyes, which were filled with horror.

"Who goes there?!"

The white-bearded man asked in a deep voice.

The sound was like rolling thunder, exploding in the gale, trying to dispel the increasingly heavy oppressive atmosphere around them.

Rocks gritted his teeth.

If you bite too hard, you can hear a "crunching" sound from your teeth rubbing against each other.

A trickle of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth.

He didn't look at the white beard; his gaze was fixed on the sky above him.

There, the thick clouds had been forcibly torn apart by some terrifying force.

A rapidly enlarging, dark green orb of light, accompanied by a piercing whistle that seemed to tear through the air, plummeted wildly toward the battlefield.

The ball of light was moving too fast.

It was so fast that even the air in front of it was compressed into a visible white sonic boom cloud.

Lox's voice was so hoarse that it was almost unrecognizable, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"I don't know if they're friend or foe."

He gripped the ground tightly with both hands, crushing large chunks of frozen soil into powder.

"Raise your domineering aura to the highest level! Be ready to fight to the death at any moment!"

Lox's warning echoed across the battlefield.

The wind pressure in the sky has already reached the ground.

The howling wind extinguished the flames burning on the battlefield and sent the rubble and corpses tumbling about.

The rapidly falling dark green orb of light was less than a kilometer from the ground.

It was like a green sun representing destruction, carrying an unstoppable force, about to smash into this chaotic battlefield.

An invisible sense of oppression made the air feel thick and sticky.

Everyone was having difficulty breathing.

That unknown ancient behemoth is about to reveal its terrifying, sky-covering true form on this land stained with blood.