Kings Never Meet! God Valley Sinks!!!
The earth was completely drowned in deafening roars.
A storm of violent energy swept across the battlefield, and wherever it passed, even space itself collapsed and shattered.
Terrifying.
The people who had still been frozen in shock a moment ago—went utterly blank.
Especially Sengoku.
He swallowed hard, staring in a daze at the colossal Buddha that occupied an entire world of its own. Then, with stiff, mechanical motion, he lowered his neck and looked down at his own body—still glowing with gold.
"That… is what a real Buddha looks like…"
And while everyone stood there dumbfounded—
"Hng!"
The entire Great Buddha was suddenly coated in pitch-black Conqueror's Haki and Armament Haki. Combined with the original emerald radiance, a "netherworld" hue surged across its whole body.
On the Buddha's head—
A random thought popped into Romu's mind.
"Does this count as a Buddha wearing a Susanoo?"
But he threw the nonsense away at once.
Feeling his physical energy draining at a terrifying speed, Romu immediately focused. His emerald eyes turned cold again—emotionless.
He didn't know exactly how strong this move was.
But he did know this: if he hadn't devoured Rocks, he would've been drained into a dried husk in an instant!
"End it."
With a single thought—
Under countless gazes, the one hundred thousand massive arms trembled.
The wooden arms flashed with faint light, as if they turned transparent for an instant—so clear that everyone could see energy raging and flowing inside them.
A vivid green glow, carrying surging power, rushed toward the Buddha's mountain-sized palms.
The green light grew thicker and thicker—
Until all one hundred thousand arms looked like they were carved from jade and emerald.
And when that dazzling glow reached its peak—
The Buddha's palm moved.
It clenched into a fist.
The surrounding space instantly convulsed, and fine cracks appeared like hairline fractures.
The light surged again.
At that moment—
Not only everyone on the battlefield, but every onlooker in range, stared死死 at those one hundred thousand "emerald stars"—their hearts pounding so hard it felt like it might tear them apart.
"Romu!!"
Inside Pangaea Castle, Im gritted out his name.
Even with the mysterious altar's power as a back-up, Im's expression still twisted.
Because in Im's eyes—
Reaching this kind of realm with sheer "self" alone… was impossible!
Yet Romu had done it!
And while Im was still shaken—
Bam!
The instant all one hundred thousand star-fists lit up, a pressure so heavy it felt like the end of the world flooded outward.
Under that pressure, everyone discovered something horrifying:
The power in their bodies… stopped flowing.
Their minds were awake—
But a deep submission rose from the very bottom of their souls.
Inside Mary Geoise's sacrificial hall—
The Five Elders stared at the image in horror.
Even the kimono-clad elder—always the calmest—looked like he'd seen a ghost.
Because even through a Den Den Mushi projection…
They could feel that soul-crushing oppression.
Unlike everyone else—
As descendants of the Twenty Founders, they understood this pressure better than anyone.
This was a "miracle" that only appeared when Conqueror's Haki evolved to a level comparable to the first generation of Founders—
A domination that directly suppressed the soul itself.
It didn't need to knock anyone unconscious.
This was the absolute pressure of a higher existence upon a lower one.
"How is this possible?! He… he's a lower—lower man! How could he possess pressure like a god's?!"
The black-suited elder's moustache quivered. The shock on his face was unmistakable.
The blue-suited elder lowered his head, no longer daring to look at the projection. His facial muscles spasmed—rage and fear tangled together.
"This pressure isn't something we can resist… damn it!"
Because for a single instant, he'd almost… wanted to kneel.
"God… did he truly become a god?!"
The green-suited elder ground his teeth, struggling violently against the instinct to submit.
"This pressure can't be mistaken."
The red-suited elder also bowed his head, not daring to look up at Romu anymore.
And among them—
The kimono-clad elder trembled slightly. He forced his eyes up at the projected Romu, and bitterness flooded his mouth.
"A god… If it's a god's life-lamp…"
Before he could finish—
The other four Elders jolted, then slowly turned their eyes toward Pangaea Castle.
Toward their own "god."
And for the first time in eight hundred years—
A crack formed in their certainty.
Because Romu's strength and oppression…
Had already reached the realm of myth.
At the same time—
Around the Great Buddha, those one hundred thousand "stars" moved.
Like real meteor rain, they smashed toward the thirteen silver-armored knights with world-crushing momentum!
"How—?!"
The thirteen knights' emotions finally surged—shock and fury.
But they understood something as well:
This had already become inevitable.
Swish!
In a flash, they lined up in a straight row.
Facing the ten-thousand-hill wave of annihilation—
Their cold eyes flickered.
"Die!"
"Wretched rebel! No matter how strong you are—Justice will—!"
BOOM!
At the instant Romu unleashed the one hundred thousand stars—
All thirteen knights closed their eyes.
A soul-pressure that could contend with his—erupted from their bodies!
At the same time—
Their bronze armor rang out as if it had awakened. Light began to flow like living veins across it.
Golden radiance exploded outward.
In that golden flood, the dead silence around them was swept away.
Their armor shifted—from silver into a strange purple—
And within that purple, gold continued to circulate.
It looked noble beyond description.
A sharp chorus of steel-on-steel rang out—clang after clang—like the opening of a royal execution.
The warhorses beneath them spread black wings and screamed to the sky.
Then—
When the purple-gold brilliance fully condensed—
Their eyes snapped open.
Dark-gold light flowed within.
Thirteen pairs of purple-gold eyes stared ahead—mysterious, exalted—
As if even the heavens and the earth had no choice but to yield.
Their surprise vanished.
Only coldness remained.
And before them—
The one hundred thousand stars were still coming.
Their silver lances transformed into purple-gold.
They raised them in unison.
At the tips, faint sounds of wind and thunder rumbled—so heavy it shook the heart.
Mary Geoise.
The Five Elders cried out.
"So it's true—Romu has reached the realm of gods!"
"To keep him from breaking free before the altar's seal closes—those thirteen chose to vanish forever… burning every last trace of their power!"
On the battlefield—
The thirteen didn't know the Elders' terror.
But even if they did, they wouldn't change their choice.
In their eyes—
Romu was the strongest "rebel" the world had ever produced.
He had stepped closer and closer, provoking and breaking the order they had built together.
This battle had already become—
A war between kings.
Kings do not meet.
But if kings meet—
Only blood and death can write the final chapter of war.
This was their destiny as kings.
And it was the very reason they had once swallowed the "Sea Devil," accepted the curse, and became what they were.
The closer the end drew—
The more their minds betrayed flashes of the past:
Twenty kings, once fighting to end endless war, to shatter privilege and injustice…
But it lasted only an instant.
These thirteen kings had already burned everything.
For a brief moment, they returned to their absolute peak.
To them—
Death was only a long sleep.
And no honor was greater than sleeping at the end of a battle between kings.
Elements raged around them in chaos.
The thirteen kings' pupils tightened.
They kicked their warhorses forward and rushed into the sky—
Into the one hundred thousand stars!
"Come."
Romu's expression didn't change. His eyes grew even colder.
The Buddha's arms—bearing "the Buddha's wrath"—crashed down like thunder!
"Rayleigh!"
At that instant, on the ground, Roger suddenly growled at Rayleigh.
No wasted words—he shot away like a bolt of light.
"It's too terrifying… If we stay here, we'll die!!!"
This was the only thought left in Roger's mind.
The island barrier had already been shattered by Romu.
If they didn't run now—when would they?
Rayleigh's body paused.
He glanced toward the corpses of Gaban and Bullet—
Then up at the apocalyptic collision above.
A hiss of hot breath escaped his mouth.
He clenched his teeth and chased after Roger.
Seeing that, Kong didn't hesitate. He signaled Sengoku, Garp, and Zephyr to retreat as well.
"Damn it!"
Garp roared, then flashed over and scooped up Tsuru—who was half-dead and barely conscious.
With a series of sonic booms, they fled as well.
Neither the thirteen purple-gold kings nor Romu spared them a glance.
Because God Valley—
Was now the battlefield of kings.
Fourteen pairs of eyes narrowed.
Power erupted again.
The next instant—
Two forces capable of tearing apart the world collided head-on.
The wind that exploded from the impact swept out from the heavens.
The earth-shaking blast made everyone within a hundred miles clutch their ears—eardrums screaming.
Cracks spread across those "star" fists.
One by one, stars reached their limit—
And detonated.
But the thirteen kings gained nothing for free.
They swung their lances and smashed through the falling stars—yet each collision forced them back.
In mere moments they had retreated over ten steps.
Every step shattered space, leaving black footprints burned into the sky.
But when their final step landed—
Their bodies snapped forward again like arrows released from a bowstring.
This time—
Their armor and their winged warhorses vanished completely.
What remained were the true faces of kings who had conquered the world eight hundred years ago—
Flesh and blood.
Romu snorted coldly.
His hands crossed and pressed together.
The formation shifted again!
In a flash—
A black light burst across all of God Valley.
Every heart in range slammed once.
Then every mind went blank.
Silence.
A dead, absolute silence.
No wind.
No screams.
No heartbeat.
No breath.
It was as if God Valley had been severed from reality and dropped into a vacuum.
A Buddhist saying goes:
One finger snap is twenty kshanas.
One instant is twenty thoughts.
One thought is twenty breaths.
One breath is sixty moments.
This state lasted less than a single moment.
Then—
BOOM!!!
A savage energy erupted without restraint.
Space within nearly one kilometer cracked into spiderweb fragments.
It didn't stop.
Those fragments kept collapsing—until they were ground into powder.
Rainwater evaporated like droplets hitting red-hot iron.
Black steam rose and swallowed the sky.
At the center—
A golden sphere formed.
Under tens of thousands of stares, it rapidly shrank—
Until it was only the size of a basketball.
Then—
BOOM!!!
The sphere shattered.
A thin, hollow, ring-shaped golden shockwave expanded outward at insane speed—
Swallowing Romu and the thirteen kings into pure emptiness.
God Valley turned into gold.
Everyone's five senses were stripped away.
The thirteen kings' bodies began to distort the instant they touched that extreme vacuum.
The chaotic energy—no longer "harmless"—revealed its true horror:
Tens of thousands of atmospheres of crushing pressure detonated again and again.
In simple terms—
The collision center was like a small nuclear blast.
Each pulse was like the wrath of heaven.
Any life-bearing existence would be destroyed instantly under that impact.
No carbon-based life could endure such force head-on.
Not even kings.
Romu, too, lost his five senses.
Even his internal power was exhausted—yet he couldn't perceive it.
Time seemed to stop again.
Only the endless vortex below continued, dragging the shattered remains of God Valley toward the abyss.
No one knew how long passed.
Then—
That terrifying emptiness finally faded.
The world slowly returned to clarity.
On the distant island several kilometers away—
Whitebeard forced open eyelids that felt like lead.
He stared at what remained—
And shouted in shock:
"What… happened here?!"
In his vision—
God Valley had vanished by more than half.
Raging seawater slammed against the remaining broken chunk.
Countless rocks, corpses, shattered weapons, and debris were being washed into the sea.
At this rate, it would be completely swallowed soon.
All the apocalyptic phenomena were gone.
A bright moon hung in the night sky.
Countless stars glittered quietly.
"Romu…"
Whitebeard's foggy mind suddenly seized on one question.
"Where the hell did Romu go?!"
The next instant—
A violent gust tore past him.
"Captain!!"
"Captain Romu!!"
It was Kaido.
Already in Azure Dragon form, he shot toward the last fragment of God Valley—racing the sea that was about to bury it forever.
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