Chapter 228: 228. The Strongest

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Check out advanced chapters on P@treon: [email protected]/CosmicKaminari ---------- The sudden surge of heat caused countless heads to snap upward, seeking the source of the attack. Almost simultaneously, the strongest figures on the battlefield—Admirals, Whitebeard, Shichibukai, and other titans of combat—raised their gaze to the sky. The Den Den Mushi capturing the scene adjusted its angle, ensuring the entire world could witness the unfolding spectacle. The broadcast transitioned to an aerial view, revealing a sight that left viewers across the globe in stunned silence. A massive shadow pierced through the thick clouds above Marineford. Moments later, the true form of the shadow emerged, leaving the world in shock. "It's in the sky!" "What is that thing up there?!" "It's a dragon! No—it's the Four Emperors... KAIDO!!!" A colossal azure dragon loomed in the heavens, its scales gleaming with an oppressive aura of power. The beast surveyed the battlefield below with unyielding authority. The earlier searing attack? It had come from this — Kaido of the Beasts, in his full might. Yet, even the fearsome image of Kaido in his dragon form was overshadowed by what accompanied him. Beside the massive beast, a dozen floating islands hovered unnaturally in the air. Unlike Kaido's Flame Clouds, which he used to support himself and Onigashima, these islands showed no visible means of suspension. "This power..." someone murmured in disbelief. Before anyone could piece together the truth, recognition struck like lightning. The Marines' highest ranks went pale with realization. "There's only one Devil Fruit that could do this, The Float-Float Fruit!" And then, his name was uttered: Alex, the Flying Admiral, the strongest figure of the new era. The floating islands were his doing. Fleet Admiral Sengoku's expression darkened. The disastrous tsunami from earlier now made sense—it was no accident. "All artillery units, adjust your aim! Focus fire on the islands!" Sengoku barked. His voice carried a commanding edge that left no room for hesitation. "The strongest of the new era is here!" As the Marines scrambled to redirect their weapons, the islands above began shifting. They aligned into a formation, merging into one enormous mass—a gigantic landmass akin to Marineford itself. The colossal island loomed, casting a shadow that enveloped the battlefield. "It's falling!" "The island is falling!" The titanic landmass began its descent, its sheer size and velocity threatening to obliterate everything in Marineford. Below, chaos erupted. Even Whitebeard, locked in combat with three Admirals, paused to assess the impending catastrophe. The scope of destruction was clear—this would crush everything. Marines, pirates, and civilians alike would be caught in the disaster. Even Doflamingo, often amused by carnage, stood speechless, his signature grin wiped away. "Stop it!" Sengoku roared, his voice like thunder. In a burst of golden light, Sengoku transformed into his Giant Buddha form. With an earth-shaking leap, he propelled himself skyward, his palm radiating a massive shockwave. The attack struck the descending island with tremendous force, halting its momentum—but only briefly. Despite Sengoku's overwhelming strength, the sheer mass of the island was too much for him alone. One after another, the battlefield's strongest fighters joined the effort. Admirals and pirates alike set aside their enmity, recognizing that survival depended on unity. "Great Eruption!" "Ice Age: Storm Pheasant Beak!" "Comma Jewel of Eight Shaku!" "Forbidden Hate Forests!" The combined efforts of the Admirals unleashed a maelstrom of elemental destruction. But amidst their attacks, there was one figure who stood alone, bearing the power to tip the scales: Whitebeard. Raising his mighty fist, he unleashed the raw power of his fruit. The very atmosphere around him shattered, cracks spreading outward from his fist in a cataclysmic display of strength. The shockwave surged forward, tearing through the skies above Crescent Bay with devastating speed and force. The combined might of countless top fighters joined Whitebeard's assault. Amid a deafening roar that echoed across Marineford, the colossal island hanging above was obliterated. The once-terrifying landmass disintegrated mid-air, shattering into countless fragments that rained down upon the sea like a meteor shower. The bay below churned violently as debris plunged into the water, creating waves that rocked the battlefield. "The island... it's destroyed!" someone gasped. "But... is this really something a human can do?" another voice trembled. Survivors of the cataclysm felt a fleeting sense of relief at their narrow escape, but that relief was quickly overtaken by a renewed wave of dread. Eyes turned back to the sky, their expressions frozen in fear. Through the Den Den Mushi's broadcast, people across the world—those who had not even witnessed the earlier battle between Alex and Whitebeard firsthand—felt the oppressive weight of despair. The overwhelming display of power, transmitted in real time, left viewers suffocated with hopelessness. "Wororororo!!!" The unmistakable mocking laughter of Kaido echoed from above. The enormous azure dragon descended slowly, coiling through the air with an aura of smug satisfaction. "This is the first time I've seen Marines and pirates fighting together!" Kaido sneered, his voice dripping with amusement. "What a perfect warm-up for the real show!" As Kaido lowered himself further, his massive dragon form revealed the figure standing triumphantly atop his head. "There! That's... the Flying Admiral!!!" The entire battlefield—and every viewer watching worldwide—was frozen in shock. "It can't be! Alex... Alex actually joined the war at Marineford?!" "Does this mean the Marines are doomed?!" "The world... the world is going to be destroyed! What kind of gods are these?!" Reporters scrambled to relay the chaos, frantically dialing their Den Den Mushi while panicked civilians screamed and covered their heads. Fear gripped the world as Moder's participation tipped the scales of the battle into an unpredictable abyss. Back at the execution platform, Sengoku landed alongside Garp. His face was a storm of anger and dread as he immediately shouted into a communication Den Den Mushi: "Turn off the live broadcast! Now! All of them!" This was a disaster. The war's outcome was uncertain, and if this chaos continued to air worldwide, the reputation of Marine Headquarters would be irreparably damaged. But Sengoku's expression darkened further when the Den Den Mushi operator's response came through. "Fleet Admiral Sengoku... the live broadcast cannot be turned off." Before Sengoku could demand an explanation, a familiar voice rang out. It was smooth and mocking, carried over a separate Den Den Mushi. "Don't bother, Sengoku," Alex voice taunted. "The show's just getting started." The screen shifted to Alex, standing casually on the dragon's head, holding a live Den Den Mushi in one hand. Around him, several other visual Den Den Mushi floated in the air, their lenses locked on the battlefield.

Chapter 228: 228. The Strongest

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