Chapter 239

Sorbet Kingdom, South Blue

The battlefield lay in ruins, a hellscape of devastation and destruction. The once lush landscape was now a torn and jagged wasteland, with deep craters gouged into the earth, and mountains shattered into dust.

Fires raged unchecked, their flames devouring what little remained of the once-proud island. The sky above was a swirling maelstrom of dark clouds, ominously churning as if reflecting the chaos below. Amidst this apocalyptic scene stood two figures, both barely holding on to the last vestiges of their strength.

"Huff... Huff..." The God's Knight, the once-mighty protector of the Celestial Dragons, had reverted to his hybrid form. His armor like scales, once gleaming and pristine, were now shattered, hanging in tatters from his battered frame.

Blood oozed from a deep gash over his left eye, obscuring his vision, while his left arm hung limp at his side, a gruesome wound exposing the very bones within. His chest bore a cross-shaped scar, a brutal reminder of the vicious battle he had endured.

Each breath he took was a struggle, his lungs burning as he forced himself to remain upright. He had paid dearly in blood and pain to hold back the Golden Lion, Shiki. His mission had been to keep the overlord of the seas here, no matter the cost, and that price had been his own life.

Across from him, Golden Lion Shiki stood, his once-proud posture now slumped with fatigue. Blood flowed freely from a crack in his forehead, a continuous stream that stained his face and clothes. His once-bright eyes were dull with exhaustion, and his gait had become limp, though his haki remained steady.

Yet, despite the grievous injuries he had sustained, there was an undeniable aura of defiance about him. The battle had taken its toll, but Shiki had emerged victorious, though at a cost that would haunt even a pirate of his legendary stature.

The destruction around them was on a scale unimaginable to most. The ground was littered with the wreckage of the islands that Shiki controlled and countless bodies, the air thick with the acrid stench of smoke and blood.

Entire sections of the island had been reduced to rubble, and the sea, once calm and blue, now roared angrily against the shattered coastline. It was as if the island itself was dying, crumbling under the weight of the battle that had ravaged it.

"Cough... Cough..." The God's Knight wheezed, spitting blood onto the ground as he struggled to stay on his feet. "Not bad, Shiki... Not bad... This fight will be a good requeim for you... before you die," he rasped, his voice a broken whisper. Even in his weakened state, there was a glimmer of pride in his eyes. He had faced one of the greatest pirates in history and had not faltered.

Shiki, his breath ragged, was about to end the battle once and for all. But just as he raised his blades, his observation Haki screamed a warning. In an instant, he swung his sword, effortlessly cleaving a powerful slash aimed at his back in two. The air hummed with energy as the attack dissipated, revealing a CP0 agent appearing next to the God's Knight, his expression cold and calculating.

The God's Knight, now on his knees, couldn't help but smirk, blood dripping from his lips. "May your soul rest in peace, Shiki!!!" he bellowed, his voice filled with a mix of triumph and resignation as he vanished from the spot, whisked away by the CP0 agent's teleportation power.

But Shiki's attention was no longer on the God's Knight. His eyes were fixed on the sky, where a massive shadow loomed ominously, shrouded in dark, swirling clouds. A chill ran down his spine, a feeling he had not experienced in decades.

Above him, blocking out the very light of the sun, was a colossal entity, its size rivaling that of an entire island. It was an Ancient Weapon, a force of destruction from a bygone era, and it had come to claim the island and everything on it.

Shiki's breath caught in his throat as he instinctively channeled his devil fruit powers, his mind racing to move the massive flying island that served as his headquarters. But as powerful as he was, Shiki had sorely underestimated the sheer magnitude of the Ancient Weapon's power. The floating island, so formidable in its own right, was but a speck compared to the behemoth now descending upon them.

The Ancient Weapon hung in the sky like a harbinger of doom. Its massive form was hidden behind a veil of swirling clouds, but the power it radiated was palpable, sending waves of fear even into the heart of the legendary pirate.

Dark, ominous lightning crackled around its edges, illuminating glimpses of its impossible size and intricate, otherworldly design. This was a weapon that had shaped the very history of the world, a relic of an ancient era that had the power to level nations.

Zephyr, who had been urgently helping the Marines to evacuate, froze in place as his eyes locked onto the monstrosity in the sky. His heart pounded in his chest as a feeling of utter helplessness washed over him.

He was a warrior, an Admiral of the Marines, but even he knew that they stood no chance against something of this scale. "What in the world…?" he muttered, his voice trembling with disbelief.

The Marines around him, hardened soldiers who had faced countless battles, now stood paralyzed with fear, their eyes wide with terror. They didn't know what the ominous thing in the sky was, but one thing was certain: death had come for them all.

The atmosphere was thick with despair. Some Marines fell to their knees, unable to tear their eyes away from the sky. Others ran aimlessly, driven by the primal instinct to survive, even though they knew there was nowhere to run. The dread in the air was suffocating, as if the island itself had resigned to its fate.

A few miles away from the shore, Big Mom's ship was making a hasty retreat. The sea churned violently around the massive vessel as her crew worked frantically to put as much distance between themselves and the island as possible.

But deep down, Big Mom knew they wouldn't make it. The power of the Ancient Weapon was too great, its presence too overwhelming. Her mind raced, searching for a way to escape the inevitable doom. And then, in that moment of crisis, her eyes gleamed with a desperate idea.

"Brulee…! Where is Brulee? Have her create a mirror portal and take us the hell out of here!" She roared, her voice filled with both command and urgency. Her crew, already on the edge of panic, scrambled to obey. They knew what was at stake; failure meant certain death.

In the lower decks of the ship, Brulee was barely conscious, her body weak and drained from the earlier battle. Bringing them to this island using her devil fruit powers had pushed her to the brink of death, and she had yet to recover. But Big Mom was ruthless. She had already made up her mind. If sacrificing Brulee meant a chance at survival, then so be it.

Two of Big Mom's sons roughly dragged Brulee into the main cabin, her body limp and barely responsive. "Hurry! She doesn't have much time!" one of them shouted, desperation clear in his voice.

"Brulee," Big Mom's voice was low, almost a growl, as she leaned over her daughter. "Open a portal. Now."

Brulee's eyes fluttered open, filled with pain and exhaustion. "Mama… I… I can't… I'm too weak…"

Big Mom's patience snapped. "You will do it, or you will die here!" she roared, slamming her fist down next to Brulee's head, causing the entire ship to shake. The crew flinched at the display of fury, but none dared to intervene. They knew Big Mom would not hesitate to sacrifice any of them if it meant saving herself.

With trembling hands, Brulee reached out and began to summon her remaining strength, focusing on creating a mirror portal. She could feel the life draining from her as she did so, but the fear of her mother's wrath was stronger than the pain.

Outside, the Ancient Weapon continued to gather power, the dark clouds swirling around it growing more intense, more ominous. Lightning crackled across the sky, each bolt accompanied by a deafening roar of thunder.

The very air seemed to vibrate with the raw energy being unleashed. Even from miles away, the crew of Big Mom's ship could feel the oppressive weight of its presence, a force so overwhelming that it felt like the world itself was coming to an end.

Big Mom's mind raced. The temptation to turn back, to confront the Ancient Weapon and try to make it her own, was almost overwhelming. She knew that whatever was hidden within those clouds, it was no living thing.

If she could somehow infuse her soul into it, create a new homie of unimaginable power, she could rule the world. But even Big Mom, with all her strength and ambition, doubted whether she could control something of that magnitude. The backlash from such an attempt, if it failed, would surely kill her.

For now, she had to retreat. But the thought of such a weapon existing in the world gnawed at her. The World Government had always guarded their secrets closely, but she had never imagined they would deploy something like this. She would find a way to claim it, no matter the cost.

Back on the island, the Marines, pirates, and civilians alike all watched in horror as the Ancient Weapon continued its slow descent, a bringer of destruction unlike anything they had ever seen.

The island trembled under its looming presence, and for those who remained, there was no escape. They were about to witness the true terror of an Ancient Weapon, a force that had shaped the history of the world, and now, it had returned to remind them of the price of power.

The air grew thick with anticipation and dread as the Ancient Weapon charged up for its full-blown attack. In that moment, as the heavens darkened and the earth quaked, all those on the island realized that they were witnessing the end. An apocalypse had come, and nothing would be left in its wake.

Under the urging of Shiki's devil fruit power, the massive fortress island moved to form a shield above him; it was too late to run, and the ancient weapon was too high in the sky, and though he was a cruel pirate, he wouldn't run in the face of danger, especially abandoning his own crew.

The sky above Sorbet Kingdom was a maelstrom of dark, swirling clouds, illuminated by the ominous glow of an unimaginable power. The air was charged with a terrifying energy, as if the heavens themselves were holding their breath before unleashing a cataclysm upon the world.

The Ancient Weapon, shrouded in mystery and legend, loomed high above, its massive form dwarfing the landmass below. Its very presence seemed to bend reality, casting a shadow that stretched for miles.

The clouds spiraled around it, crackling with dark lightning that illuminated its massive, intricate structure. This was no mere weapon—it was a force of nature, a relic from a time when the world was shaped by powers long since forgotten.

Shiki, the Golden Lion, stood on the shattered remains of the battle torn island, his breath ragged as he stared up at the sky. For the first time in decades, a chill ran down his spine, his battle-hardened instincts screaming at him of the impending doom.

He had faced countless foes, conquered nations, and bent the seas to his will, but what hovered above him now was something beyond even his wildest nightmares. The island, his fortress, his pride, was about to face the wrath of a weapon that had no equal in this world.

Without warning, the Ancient Weapon began to hum, a low, resonant vibration that spread through the air and deep into the earth. The sound grew louder, a pulsating rhythm that seemed to sync with the very heartbeat of the planet.

The clouds around it parted, revealing a colossal cannon-like structure at its core, glowing with a blinding light. This light wasn't natural—it was the energy of the sun itself, harnessed and concentrated into a single, devastating force.

As the weapon charged, the entire ocean trembled, the ground cracking and splitting as if the very earth was trying to flee from what was to come. The sea around the island boiled and churned, massive waves rising and crashing against the shores.

The sky darkened further, the clouds now tinged with a deep crimson as the weapon's energy reached its peak. This was no ordinary power; it was a force born from the dawn of time, a weapon designed to reshape continents, to erase entire civilizations with a single strike.

Then, with a sound like the tearing of the fabric of reality itself, the Ancient Weapon fired.

A beam of pure, incandescent energy erupted from the weapon, a pillar of light so intense it was almost blinding. The beam shot downward, moving with impossible speed, and struck the heart of Shiki's floating island. The moment it made contact, the entire world seemed to freeze, the air itself sucked away by the sheer power of the blast. For a fraction of a second, there was an eerie silence, as if time had stopped to witness the annihilation.

Then, all hell broke loose.

The floating island, once a mighty fortress in the sky, disintegrated in an instant. The beam of energy didn't just destroy—it obliterated, and the floating shield proved useless as the massive beam of energy tore through it and descended on the island below.

The ground beneath it vaporized, turning to ash and dust as the force of the weapon tore through it. Buildings, mountains, and forests were consumed in a blinding flash of light, reduced to nothingness.

The very atoms that made up the island were ripped apart, scattered to the winds as the energy beam continued its relentless path downward, deep into the earth's crust. The world, after countless years, welcomed the Wrath of the Gods.

A shockwave of unimaginable power erupted from the point of impact, spreading outwards in a massive, expanding ring. The force of it was so great that the sea itself was pushed back, massive tsunamis rising thousands of feet into the air.

These waves, towering and ferocious, rushed outward in all directions, engulfing everything in their path. Islands that lay miles away from Sonrbet Kingdom were caught in the blast, their shores shattered by the force of the waves. Entire lands were swallowed by the sea, their populations lost in the blink of an eye.

The very earth groaned under the assault, tremors spreading out from the epicenter of the blast, felt far across the South Blue. Villages, cities, and ports, even those far from the immediate destruction, trembled as the shockwaves reached them. In distant lands, people looked to the horizon in terror, seeing the sky darken and the sea rise, knowing that something unimaginable had occurred.

But the Ancient Weapon was not done. As the first beam faded, leaving behind nothing but a smoking, searing crater where Shiki's island had been, the weapon's massive form shifted. The cannon-like structure at its core and along the surface of the weapon glowed once more, gathering energy from the atmosphere, from the very essence of the world itself. The clouds above swirled faster, the air crackling with the raw power being drawn in.

Then, in a series of rapid, devastating blasts, hundreds of beams of light shot out from the Ancient Weapon, each one targeting a different point in the Sorbet Kingdom. The sky lit up with the blinding fury of the attacks, each beam carving through the air like a blade of divine wrath.

Every beam struck with the force of an exploding star, reducing whatever lay beneath it to ash. The sea around the island for miles was bombarded, the water vaporizing in great plumes of steam, leaving behind gaping chasms in the ocean floor.

The devastation was total. The island was not just destroyed—it was erased from existence. The seas churned violently as the remnants of the landmass were swallowed by the waves, the surrounding islands shattered by the blast waves, their remains sinking into the depths.

The tsunamis, fueled by the energy of the weapon, grew even larger, now towering over the horizon like walls of death. They crashed into distant shores, obliterating everything in their path, entire coastlines submerged in moments.

Across the South Blue, the effects were felt. The seas churned, the skies darkened, and the earth trembled. Ships far from the site of the attack were tossed like toys in the raging seas, their crews struggling to comprehend the scale of the disaster. Coastal towns, unaware of what had occurred, were swallowed by the waves, their inhabitants caught in a nightmare from which there was no escape.

And above it all, the Ancient Weapon hovered in the sky, its purpose fulfilled. The clouds that had swirled around it began to disperse, revealing the colossal structure in its entirety for the first time.

Its surface was smooth, metallic, and covered in intricate designs that glowed with a faint, otherworldly light. This was a weapon from the age of legends, a force that could reshape the world with a single strike. And today, it had reminded the world of its existence in the most brutal way possible.

As the last of the beams faded and the sky began to clear, a heavy silence fell over the South Blue. The once bustling sea and the island were now a graveyard, the waters littered with debris and bodies, and the air thick with the smell of salt and death.

The Sorbet Kingdom and its surrounding sea were gone, wiped from the face of the earth, leaving nothing but a massive dark crater that stretched for miles and whose true depth was lost in the darkness. It was as if a massive pit to the very depths of hell had been created in the center of the sea; it would soon become a scar on the world that would never heal.

In the aftermath, those who survived would tell tales of the day the heavens opened and the wrath of the gods was unleashed upon the world. But for those who had witnessed the true power of the Ancient Weapon, there was only one truth: the world would never be the same again.

The legends of the past had returned, and the balance of power in the world had shifted irrevocably. And somewhere, far from the site of the destruction, those who controlled the weapon watched, their plans set in motion, their power absolute.

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