One Piece: Surrounded at Marineford? Just kidding!

Chapter 387: The Desperate Charge of the Five Elders!

An invisible signal wave is spreading throughout the entire Future Island and reaching the whole world.

All signals were cut off.

On the screen, the outline of an apple's head appeared.

That iconic, enormous head.

"Vegapunk!!!"

The Five Elders were terrified!

Eight hundred years of rule.

They knew all too well what Vegapunk was going to do.

Roger and Rocks are resurrected, but only with the threat of force.

Vegapunk's move was the basis for shaking their rule.

Once the "truth" is revealed.

Once the "Void Century" is no longer a secret.

Once the name of that vast kingdom becomes known to everyone...

The divinity of the Celestial Dragons and the legitimacy of the World Government will collapse instantly.

This is ten thousand times more serious than the death of several generals, or even the death of all five of them here.

"Cut off the signal at all costs! Now!"

However, the signal was obtained by Vegapunk.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

The massive boar-like body of the Legal God of War, Vocuri Saint, suddenly turned around.

He took a punch from Zephyr that was powerful enough to shatter rocks, and using the force, he charged towards the laboratory like a madman.

"Forget about these pirates! Kill Vegapunk first! Destroy the broadcasting equipment!"

Nasujuro, in his horse-bone form, let out a neigh, and the First Generation Kitetsu in his hand unleashed a burst of turbid freezing air, forcing Shanks back. His four hooves shattered the air, and he transformed into a white light, rushing straight forward.

The Five Elders have gone mad.

They've lost all sense of proportion.

Forget about the face of the World Government, forget about the control of the Seraphim, they were all thrown to the back of their minds.

They only have one thing on their minds.

Before that old man can even open his mouth, grind him into mincemeat.

"Hey, why are you in such a hurry to leave? Did you ask us first?"

Aokiji Kuzan exhaled a cold breath, attempting to stop him.

Satan Saint's spider legs swept across like long whips, determined to break through even if it meant freezing one of his legs.

"Get out of here!"

Satan roared, unleashing a burst of black, domineering energy that shattered Qingzhi's ice wall.

This reckless charge actually managed to tear a gap in their defenses.

After all, it would be difficult for the Whitebeard Pirates and the Red-Haired Pirates to completely stop an immortal monster that only wanted to escape.

"Don't even think about going there!"

A loud shout rang out.

Luffy activated Gear 5 Nikka form, his entire body bouncing wildly like a giant white rubber balloon, then suddenly contracting, shooting like a cannonball onto the road to Sacred Land of Vochuli.

"Gum-Gum, White Star Gun!"

Luffy's fist, imbued with Conqueror's Haki, slammed into Vochuri Saint's hard, pig-like forehead.

Boom-!

The air was blasted into a sonic boom cloud.

The massive body of Sacred Vocuri was struck backward, its hooves carving two deep furrows in the ground.

But to Luffy's shock, the wild boar didn't fight back at all.

Despite the dizziness from the concussion, he roared and leaped over Luffy's head!

"What?!"

Luffy's eyes widened, almost popping out of their sockets.

"Is this pig out of its mind?"

Vocuri was covered in blood, but he didn't care.

pain?

This little bit of pain is nothing!

If that broadcast were to be broadcast, Lord Im's wrath would be a billion times more terrifying than this punch!

"Hurry! It's just ahead!"

Nassou Sei took the lead and was the fastest, already rushing into the spiral corridor below the Punk Records.

In a few seconds, he'll be able to rush into the lab and use the Onikiri to slice that big-headed old man into pieces!

Nearly.

closer.

A savage gleam of joy flashed in the eyes of the Five Elders.

Roger and Rocks couldn't possibly catch up to him instantly at that distance.

If we destroy this place, there's still hope!

however.

Just when they thought victory was imminent.

A suffocating atmosphere descended without warning.

No, not just one stock.

It is five strands.

Five distinct yet equally terrifying auras, each standing at the pinnacle of the world, crashed down between the Five Elders and the Punk Records like five divine mountains descending from the sky.

boom--!!!

The earth groaned, and smoke and dust billowed into the sky.

The violent Conqueror's Haki collided in the air, forming a visible wall of purplish-black lightning that forcefully halted the Five Elders' charge.

Nasujiro Sei abruptly stopped, his horse's hooves scraping against the ground, sending sparks flying. He looked up in alarm at the spot where the dust had settled.

There were five people standing there.

The man in the very center wore a red captain's overcoat, sported a signature curved mustache, and held the Supreme Grade Sword "Ace" in his hand, which gleamed with a cold light. On his face was that confident smile that made people grit their teeth in hatred.

One Piece, Roger.

To his left, a man with wildly long hair and an aura of darkness emanating from his body was licking his lips, his eyes gleaming with a murderous intent.

Rocks.

To Roger's right stood a man as tall as a giant, holding a Murakumogiri sword, his lips curled into a smile, his signature crescent-shaped beard trembling in the wind.

Edward Newgate, the world's strongest man.

On the far right is Shanks, a red-haired man with a solemn expression, holding the famous sword "Griffin".

The other is Monkey D. Dragon, the leader of the Revolutionary Army, who wears a dark green coat, has red square tattoos on his face, and has eyes as cold as knives.

These five people stood there side by side.

Simply by standing there, he severed the entire world.

This is not just a line of defense.

This is a bulwark of despair forged by legends of the old era, emperors of the new era, and revolutionaries determined to overthrow the world.

"These...these troublesome guys..."

Vocuri Saint's massive body froze, cold sweat trickling down his rough pigskin.

"Since the ground route is impassable..."

The environmental war god, Marcus Mazsan, flapped his wings violently, letting out a shriek.

He has the ability to fly; as long as he flies high enough, he can get around this human wall!

"You can stop the ground, but you can't stop the sky!"

With a flap of its wings, Mazsan created a gust of wind and instantly soared into the sky, attempting to break through the clouds.

However, he had only taken off for less than 100 meters.

Monkey D. Dragon on the ground suddenly raised his head.

A cold glint flashed in those usually deep and calm eyes.

He raised his right hand and made a grabbing motion towards Maz Saint in the air.

"There is no height before the wind."

The dragon's voice was deep and hoarse, yet it resonated throughout the entire venue.

"Want to fly? Come down here!"

The moment the words left his mouth, the world changed color.

The invisible air currents suddenly became violent, as if an invisible giant hand was stirring up the clouds.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely terrifying hurricane tornado, like a giant blue dragon descending from the heavens, crashed down with the power to destroy everything!

Rumble—!!

That wasn't ordinary wind; it was a high-pressure airflow compressed to its extreme, powerful enough to tear steel apart.

Just as Maz Saint took flight, he was swatted down from the sky like a fly being swatted by a giant hand, letting out a scream!

boom! ! !

The monstrous bird's enormous body crashed heavily to the ground, creating a huge crater right in front of the Five Elders.

Dust billowed and stones flew everywhere.

Maz Saint struggled miserably at the bottom of the pit, his wings twisted and his feathers disheveled.

Dragon withdrew his hand, not even glancing at the horrific scene in the pit, but coldly staring at the Five Elders in front of him.

"Stay here quietly. With us here, you won't be able to stop Vegapunk's performance."

Dead silence.

The battlefield fell into a brief and eerie silence.

Looking at the insurmountable defensive line before them, the Five Elders felt a sense of powerlessness for the first time.

Roger slung his sword over his shoulder, looked at the grim-faced Saint Satan, and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! Don't make that face like you just lost your parents, you five old geezers!"

He stepped forward, and golden Conqueror's Haki spread out, shattering the surrounding rocks into powder.

"The play hasn't even started yet, how can the audience leave? That's incredibly disrespectful! Since you're here, stand still and watch this grand drama about the 'truth' unfold!"

Rocks was even worse.

The dark aura emanating from him spread across the ground like tentacles.

He tilted his head, looking at Saint Vocuri, his lips curving into an exaggerated smile, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth.

"Want to go? Sure..."

He stretched out his finger and pointed to his chest.

"Unless you step over my dead body... oh wait, I forgot to tell you, that's impossible! Hahahaha!"

"Gurara la la!"

Whitebeard slammed his Murakumogiri sword down heavily, the shockwave causing the entire island to tremble.

"Rocks, you're still as disgusting as ever. But this time, I agree. If you want to interrupt your old friend Vegapunk's speech, ask the knife in my hand first!"

Shanks remained silent.

He silently drew his Griffin sword, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground. His Conqueror's Haki, refined to its extreme, distorted the surrounding space.

Five figures, like five towering mountain peaks, stood blocking the path to the truth.

The auras emanating from them intertwined, forming an aura of despair powerful enough to suffocate even the gods.

Looking at the lineup before him, Satan Saint's mind, which had been pounding with anger, went blank with despair.

Roger, Rocks, Whitebeard, Shanks, Dragon.

Any one of these individuals would be a major headache for world governments.

Now, they've joined forces.

For the same purpose.

This is not a defense line at all.

This is a wall of sighs.