One Piece: Surrounded at Marineford? Just kidding!

Chapter 388: The Powerless Five Elders!

Just as the Five Elders were being held back!

Meanwhile, the world is in an uproar.

At an altitude of 10,000 meters, the enormous news airship tossed and turned like a ship in a storm.

"Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!"

Morgans, the president of "Big News," the mouthpiece of world opinion, was so excited he was almost going crazy. His usually neatly groomed white feathers were now a mess, making him look like a fighting rooster that had just finished a fight.

He flapped his wings and jumped around in the conference room, spitting all over his subordinates' faces.

"Turn on all the broadcast receivers!"

"All backup lines are connected as well!"

"Ignore any world government bans!"

"Even if CP0 points a gun at my head right now, I'll still broadcast this footage!"

Morgans rushed to the huge surveillance window, trembling all over. His sharp little eyes were filled with fire.

"This is a world-shaking news story!"

"This is a runaway of the times!"

"Rebroadcast! Rebroadcast it for me!"

He roared.

The World Economic News Agency's airship was operating at full capacity.

Countless newsbirds were dispatched like a bomber squadron, carrying video Den Den Mushi (snail telephones), flying to every corner of the world.

……

Mary Geoise, the center of the world.

Deep within Pangu City.

This place should have been absolutely silent. It was a forbidden zone where the gods looked down upon the human world.

At this moment, a chill is spreading through this ancient castle.

The tall, slender figure sitting on the Void Throne, Im, raised his head.

Those strange, wavy eyes pierced through the red earth continent, through the clouds for thousands of miles, gazing towards the direction of Future Island.

No words were spoken.

There was no roaring.

Only anger.

The guards of the Divine Knights standing at the entrance of the main hall vanished in an instant before they could even scream.

……

New World, Egerhead, Future Island.

The air was filled with the smells of burnt sulfur, blood, and ozone, which was left behind by a powerful collision.

The Five Elders have gone mad.

I watched as the dome disappeared.

Vegapunk wants to speak to the whole world.

These five elderly men, who held the highest power in the world, could no longer keep up the pretense.

They turned into beasts.

"Get out of my way, Whitebeard!!"

Satan Saint's enormous bull-demon body was like a runaway heavy chariot, its sharp spider legs carrying deadly poison, turning into a rain of black blood, frantically stabbing at the mountain-like man in front of it.

Each strike tore through the air, producing a piercing sonic boom.

Standing in his way was the "world's strongest man".

"Gurararara! Where are you rushing off to, Satan?"

Edward Newgate, the Whitebeard, wielded his Supreme Grade Sword "Murakumogiri" in a perfect semicircle.

On the blade, a white, vibrating orb of light shone brightly.

That was the power that shattered the island.

"Airquake!"

boom!!

The atmosphere shattered like a mirror.

The moment Satan Saint's torrential barrage of poisonous stingers touched the shockwave, they were all shattered. The terrifying recoil traveled along the spider's legs to Satan Saint's entire body, causing his massive form to stiffen abruptly, and green blood seeped from the gaps in his carapace.

"Damn ghosts of the old era!!"

Satan roared, activating his regenerative abilities, his wounds began to heal, and he charged forward again, recklessly.

On the other side.

The financial war god Nasujuro, in his guillotine form, was surrounded by the freezing aura of the underworld. His first generation Kitetsu unleashed a fierce black slash, heading straight for the laboratory behind him.

"No one can stop this strike!!"

His speed was extremely fast.

But there is a sword that is faster and more stable than his.

"Clang!!"

The crisp clang of metal clashing echoed across the battlefield.

The famous sword "Griffin".

Red-haired Shanks, wielding his sword with one hand, steadily parried Nasu Juro's deadly attack. Crimson Conqueror's Haki erupted from his body like a raging dragon, violently colliding with Nasu Juro's freezing aura and unleashing red and black lightning.

Shanks' hair flew wildly in the wind, but a relaxed smile, as if he were trying to mediate a dispute, graced his resolute face.

"Don't be so impatient, old man."

Shanks flicked his wrist, and his powerful aura instantly sent the skeletal horse flying back several meters.

"Give me the honor of listening to the broadcast quietly for a bit, okay? I'm also curious about what that old man has to say."

"Shanks! You bastard!!"

The will-o'-the-wisps in Nasujiro's eye sockets flickered violently.

That was anger born of humiliation.

In the center of the battlefield, the most arrogant laughter was echoing.

"Hahaha! Is this what they call 'god'? This is absolutely laughable!"

Lox looked at the Saint Vochuli who was trying to break through with the eyes of someone looking at a stray dog.

He wasn't just obstructing things; he was enjoying it.

Enjoy the thrill of trampling the high and mighty ruler underfoot.

"Look at the pathetic state you've become! Back in the day, you were far more arrogant than you are now!"

Rocks kicked Vochuli Saint's hard fangs, using the momentum to leap backward, spreading his arms to embrace the chaotic battlefield.

"Are you panicking? Are you scared? Is it because of that broadcast?"

"Hahaha! Looks like your World Government has a lot of dirty stuff up its sleeve!"

Vocuri Saint was kicked backward, his huge hooves carving deep furrows in the ground. His bloodshot eyes were filled with rage, which had almost driven him mad.

"Shut up, Rocks! You ashes that should have disappeared long ago!!"

In another corner of the battlefield, the painting style is unusually unique.

The giant sandworm, an incarnation of Peter the God of Agriculture, is attempting to bypass the defenses by burrowing underground.

Just crawl through!

All we need to do is destroy the foundation of that laboratory!

Peter Saint frantically darted through the soil, about to cross the defensive line.

A giant white hand reached into the soil and grabbed the sandworm's tail like it was catching a loach.

"Hehehe! Got you!"

In his Nikka form, Luffy was pure white, bouncing around in the air like a bouncy ball. He was tightly gripping a giant sandworm with both hands, his smile radiant and carefree.

"Big bug, where are you going? That place isn't fun, come play with me!"

"Let go!"

Peter screamed in terror and twisted his body desperately.

"don't want!"

Luffy grinned, his body instantly twisting into a pretzel shape, which also wrapped around Peter Saint's massive body, tying it into a giant bow.

"Rubber Rubber Jump Rope!"

Luffy actually used the Sandworm, one of the Five Elders, as a jump rope, swinging it around in the air with a whooshing sound.

"Aaaaaah! I'm going to kill you!!"

Peter Saint's screams echoed across the battlefield, filled with humiliation.

Watching his companions being held back one by one, and seeing the static on the screen dwindling, the Legal Warrior God, Vochuli Saint, finally broke down.

A conventional breakthrough is unlikely.

The combined forces of these monsters from the old era and Nika formed an impregnable defensive line.

"Since that's the case..."

Vochuri Saint transformed back into his human-beast form, his hands trembling as he pulled a specially made golden Den Den Mushi from his pocket.

That's the highest-level terminal that directly connects to "that weapon".

A hint of determination and madness flashed in his eyes.

The broadcast could not be stopped.

Then I'll destroy everything here.

Wipe out Egerhard, Vegapunk, all these pirates, and even the Five Elders themselves!

As long as the secret remains hidden, the sacrifice is worthwhile!

Sacred Vochuli roared hoarsely into the communicator:

"Activate the 'Doomsday Weapon'! Immediately!"

"Target: Egherd! Full power launch!"

"Even if we have to blow up this island along with us, we can't let that broadcast get aired!!"

This insane order turned the faces of the surrounding naval commanders pale.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

There was no movement.

The communicator only has a busy tone.

beep.

beep.

beep.

No response.

There is no sign of any energy gathering.

The sky remained azure.

No destructive beam descended.

"What's going on?! Answer me! Control room!!"

Vochuri frantically slapped the Den Den Mushi, even squeezing it to the point of crushing it.

It remained deathly silent.

"it's useless."

A calm voice pierced through the clamor of the battlefield and reached the ears of the Five Elders.

Everyone looked up.

At the top of the punk record, Chen Ye stood with his hands in his pockets, looking down at the farce below.

His eyes were full of pity, like looking at a swarm of flies trapped in a glass bottle.

"If Vegapunk has decided to do this, wouldn't he be wary of your scheme?"

Chen Ye pointed to the enormous brain database behind him.

"As soon as the live stream started, Vegapunk severed all weapon control connections between the island and the outside world."

"It's not just the doomsday weapon you're talking about."

"Your communications with Mary Geoise are now completely cut off."

Chen Ye's voice was not loud.

"And your doomsday weapons were all made by Vegapunk. Now, he's taken them back."

"As for your strength..."

Chen Ye's gaze swept over Roger, Whitebeard, Rocks, and the others below.

"It doesn't seem to be enough."

The five elders were stunned.

A chill ran from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

A turtle trapped in a jar.

They have always been high and mighty hunters, holding the Celestial Dragons' national treasures and controlling the world's strongest military force, arbitrarily annihilating any light that dares to resist.

Now, the roles of hunter and prey have been reversed.

Satan looked up in despair at the still sky.

It’s over.

It's all over.

There were no reinforcements.

There are no space-based weapons.

There is no escape route.

They must fight their way out here, relying on their immortal bodies.

Otherwise, the secret they have concealed for eight hundred years, the truth that is enough to tear the world government apart, will no longer be a secret.

"Aaaaaah!!"

The Five Elders let out a mournful howl like a wild beast.

But this lament was quickly drowned out.

Because, right at this very moment.

On every screen in the world, that last bit of static disappeared.

The image flickered briefly, then became crystal clear.

The background is a messy laboratory.

In front of the camera, an old man with a long tongue and an apple balanced on his head is adjusting his bow tie. His movements are somewhat clumsy, and his expression is a little nervous, but his eyes are full of excitement.

It's Vegapunk.

The clamor of the battlefield became background noise at this moment.

Roger stopped swinging his knife, a grin spreading across his face.

The white-bearded man leaned on his sword, Murakumokiri, his gaze deep and profound.

The dragon raised its head, and the wind stopped.

People all over the world.

The windmill village of the East Blue. The gangsters of the West Blue. The dojo of the South Blue. The warring kingdom of the North Blue. The pirates of the Grand Line. The Marine Headquarters of the New World.

Everyone stopped what they were doing, held their breath, and stared at the scene.

Vegapunk cleared his throat.

Facing the camera.

Facing this world.

He spoke up.

"Buzz...buzz...Hello? Can you hear me?"

"I am Vegapunk."

"World, listen to me."