Chapter 487: The World!
A moment ago—
Dozens of kilometers away from the Holy Land of Mary Geoise, a small island that originally did not exist on any nautical chart abruptly appeared on the surface of the sea.
The island was densely packed with people. Cries, gasps, and exclamations of shock rose and fell—these were none other than the civilians, attendants, slaves, as well as the kings and envoys from various nations who had come to attend the Reverie, all having been evacuated from the Holy Land in advance by Roy.
People were sprawled across the beach in disarray. Some were holding their companions and crying, while others stared blankly at the unfamiliar surroundings.
The terror of the "world collapsing" from just a few minutes ago still lingered on their faces, their hearts filled with absolute bewilderment—
No one knew why they had suddenly been transported from the high altitude of the Holy Land, Mary Geoise, to this unfamiliar island.
Immediately after, the air twisted violently once more.
Accompanied by an ear-piercing buzz, a group of people appeared out of thin air on the ground.
These people were covered in scars and dressed in rags, their wrists and ankles still dragging broken chains.
Their eyes were hollow, their expressions numb, and their skin was riddled with old wounds and whip marks, looking as if they had just escaped from purgatory.
"Those are... the Celestial Dragons' slaves?!"
The King of the Alabasta Kingdom—Nefertari Cobra, instantly changed his expression.
He hurriedly had his guards push his wheelchair forward, anxiously commanding: "Quick! Get water! Get bandages! They need immediate medical attention!"
Beside him, the King of Dressrosa, Riku Dold III, also issued a deep order: "All soldiers! Help them at once!"
King Elizabello II of the Prodence Kingdom threw off his royal robe and personally led his men forward to carry the wounded.
These kings, who once represented "nations and interests," now sincerely bent down, personally wiping the wounds of the enslaved civilians.
For a moment, the island was in chaos, yet it exuded a long-lost warmth.
That scene brought tears to the eyes of many survivors.
However, before the crowd could recover from the chaos—
Whoosh—!
A fierce gale swept across the sea, accompanied by the sound of flags snapping fiercely in the wind, approaching from the distant horizon.
The clouds and mist were torn apart as figures slowly stepped out from the wind and light.
Leading them was a woman with a flamboyant aura.
Her strides were steady, her expression cold yet confident, her short purple hair dancing wildly in the sea breeze.
Her eyes beneath her straight bangs were concealed by burgundy sunglasses. She wore a red top hat with goggles wrapped around the brim, the long tail tassels of the hat snapping in the wind.
On her upper body, she wore only an open red long-sleeved vest with the striking letters "BELO" printed on the back.
She wore nothing underneath, boldly exposing her collarbone and cleavage, with a red tie fastened around her neck.
A cigarette dangled from her lips, an unruly smirk playing at the corners of her mouth.
Her lower half consisted of a long-tailed skirt and red-and-white striped thigh-high socks, her legs clad in tall red boots. A short sword hung at her waist; she looked like the very incarnation of a storm.
She rested one hand on her hip and held high a vibrant red flag with the other—
That was none other than the iconic flag of the Revolutionary Army.
Her appearance instantly silenced the noisy coast.
Smoke swirled around her lips as she gently removed her sunglasses, revealing eyes brimming with battle intent and confidence.
"It seems... we arrived just in time."
Her voice was raspy, yet carried a power capable of igniting people's hearts.
The three kings, Cobra, Riku, and Elizabello, froze almost simultaneously. They exchanged complex glances.
They all knew very well—if they hadn't been informed in advance, it would be impossible for the Revolutionary Army to appear here.
This meant that Garp's actions were absolutely not a simple "Marine combat operation."
Behind this earth-shattering upheaval, the Revolutionary Army and certain high-ranking Marine officials had long formed a secret alliance.
The wind howled past as Belo Betty thrust her flag deep into the island's soil, the vibrant red fabric snapping fiercely in the sunlight.
The corners of her mouth curled into a smirk. The smoke dispersed, revealing her declaration-like words:
"The old world... it's time for it to end."
...
In the sky above Mary Geoise, the air was still trembling.
The original plateau of the Holy Land had completely vanished, leaving only a massive, bottomless circular crater, looking like a world erased by a single punch from a god.
The surrounding towers, palaces, and gardens had all been reduced to nothingness, the surface so smooth it reflected the cracks in the sky.
High above that scorched abyss, four figures hovered quietly in the raging gale.
Roy stood in the wind, the endless crater reflecting in his eyes.
Behind him, Ace, Luffy, and Garp hovered in mid-air, their robes, flames, and air currents intertwining in the storm.
"Grandpa—this is just... way too terrifying!!!"
Luffy's jaw practically dropped to his chest, his eyes bulging as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.
"An entire Holy Land is completely gone—!!!"
Ace gulped, his expression stiff as stone: "Hey, hey, hey... Old man, this isn't 'throwing a punch', this is 'erasure', isn't it?!"
Garp laughed heartily at the sky, his laughter shaking the firmament: "Bwahahahaha!! This feels incredibly satisfying!!! I've been wanting to punch this crappy place for a long time!!!"
"For decades, looking at the high-and-mighty faces of those Celestial Dragons... I've been holding it in so long I was going crazy!!!"
He turned his head and roared at Roy: "Hey! Roy, you brat—what about the people inside?!"
Roy sighed, a helpless smile curling on his lips: "Old man, with this punch of yours, my entire battle plan has to be rewritten."
He raised his right hand, the spatial light array at his fingertips slowly dispersing.
"Don't worry—anyone unrelated to the Holy Land was transferred out by me in advance."
Garp froze for a moment, then burst into maniacal laughter again: "Bwahahahaha!! Just as expected from you, you brat! Beautifully done!!!"
Before his laughter could fade, suddenly—
THUD—!
A deep, oppressive, and hair-raising vibration echoed from the deep crater below.
It was a resonance carrying fury and an ancient aura, as if the entire earth was roaring.
Roy's smile faded. He furrowed his brows slightly, his voice deep: "Old man, this is just the beginning..."
Before he could finish, a thunderous rumble erupted from the earth.
The tremor came from the bottom of the abyss, as if some colossal behemoth was breaking through the ground.
The entire firmament trembled, dust rolled back, and blinding light shot madly upward from the bottom of the crater.
"BOOM—!!!"
Dazzling golden light illuminated the horizon, and searing heatwaves swept out like a tsunami. From the bottom of the abyss, a magnificently colossal city slowly emerged!
That was—Pangaea Castle!
Like an undying behemoth, it resurrected from the ashes of destruction, the golden patterns on its walls flashing with a bizarre light.
The center of the Holy Land, which should have been destroyed, was actually rising up completely intact.
"ROAR—!!!"
Following closely was a furious roar capable of tearing through the cloud layers!
A massive sandworm, thousands of feet long, coiled above Pangaea Castle. Its scales reflected the brilliance of the raging flames like pure gold.
As its body writhed, the entire sky trembled.
But what was even more terrifying was that atop the head of that sandworm—
A figure slowly materialized.
They were draped in a dark gold robe, wearing a trident crown upon their head, exuding an ancient and majestic aura.
Just a single glance was enough to make one feel an overwhelmingly terrifying presence that suppressed everything to the absolute limit.
"Th-this is..."
Garp's laughter violently froze in his throat, his pupils instantly shrinking to the size of pinpricks.
Roy stared at the giant silhouette crawling out from hell, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly: "Feeling nostalgic, old man?"
"This is exactly what you witnessed with your own eyes thirty-eight years ago in God Valley..."
"—'The World'!!!"