Born with Observation Haki?
In the dark and terrifying cage, the massive figure stood up at this mont,
"I see... this really does fit your personality~"
A scarlet glow flickered in the darkness as Bullet let out a sinister grin.
Combined with the word "old acquaintance," he already knew who the man before him was.
"I see, so it’s a senior~"
The kingly, overwhelming will inside Hades surged, forcibly shutting out this mind-probing Observation Haki.
If not for his Conqueror’s Haki already being strong enough to form an Observation-killer, he would have leaked far too many secrets.
"A man who could stand shoulder to shoulder with the three legendary pirates by his own strength... Redfield."
Facing those calm eyes, the old man showed no fear at all, whispering softly,
"A newcor on Roger’s ship... to think you’ve reached this height already..."
Three top-tier monsters of the sea now stood before the cages of Eternal Hell.
Blackbeard sensed sothing wrong; just as he was about to ask Hades what he was doing, he heard Hades curl his lips into an arrogant grin and shout:
"Just a bunch of old fossils abandoned by the era! Join Blackbeard’s crew! I’ll even give you a position as officers!!!"
His tone was wildly arrogant.
Hades acted as if he truly believed Teach could subdue these monsters.
"What?!!!"
Hearing this, several drops of cold sweat instantly appeared on Blackbeard’s forehead, his pupils trembling— because he felt killing intent.
"Is that so~ Blackbeard? So you’re saying you’re very strong???"
Walking slowly out of the cage, Bullet wore a savage smile, clearly not bothered by Hades’s provocation, cold light flickering in his eyes.
From the other cage, an elegant yet terrifying figure appeared.
As soone who could grasp the hearts of n, he naturally saw Hades’s impure intentions—but the pride of the strong would never allow him to show frailty before Orin, a powerful junior.
"Complex and ugly human hearts... being wiped out here wouldn’t matter."
And so, in what should have been a mont of triumphant ergence—the man with the world’s most fearso ability, Blackbeard Teach, leading his band of fiends from Eternal Hell, began their grand...
uh...
mass escape!!!
Bzzzzzz—!!!
Black-red lightning raged wildly. The cages and ground cracked open repeatedly.
Under the scorn and provocation of soone on their level, the two forr powerhouses unleashed overwhelmingly mighty Conqueror’s Haki.
"Dammit!!!"
Glancing back while fleeing—Bullet, the Demon’s Heir, radiating a hellish aura like a demon, killing death-row inmates with a single punch—and Redfield elegant and arrogant, a true equal to Whitebeard and Roger—even when not serious, still slaughtering the Level 6 prisoners until they cried and wailed...
Teach was about to wet himself!!!
With only the Dark-Dark Fruit and not-so-top-tier physical Haki, how could he possibly fight two monsters like these?!!!
Perhaps in the entire Blackbeard Pirates, only Hades could temporarily fight them to a draw.
But he was the vice captain—even if the rest of the crew died, Hades absolutely couldn’t fall.
Thus—
Blackbeard grabbed the back of the loudly shouting Hades’s collar and ran at the very front, the officers fleeing behind him, and behind them the death-row riffraff trying to escape too—weakest of all, they ran last and were killed one by one by the two powerhouses.
Dragged by Teach, Hades shouted and struggled while the corners of his mouth curled slightly upward.
Hahaha—
Like this, they charged straight toward Marineford!!!
...
"Hey, look! That legendary man... he’s actually smiling!!!"
"But we’re about to face Whitebeard!!!"
Marine Headquarters, Marineford.
A soldier noticed the strange expression on the high platform and whispered to his companion, who simply rolled his eyes.
"You don’t know anything. That man once fought Whitebeard—and barely won.
That battle destroyed an island even larger than Marineford, smashing it into countless pieces!!!"
"Facing a man he once defeated—laughing is normal, isn’t it?"
The nearby soldiers nodded—shocked yet convinced.
"anwhile, the Admirals look... not so good. Especially Admiral Aokiji..."
The middle-aged marine who seed to know a lot about the strong analyzed solemnly under the others’ gazes:
"Facing a powerhouse like Whitebeard, the Admirals must stay extrely vigilant. Not everyone is a monster like Orin... Aokiji’s ugly expression must be because he’s not confident in his own strength."
At this mont—
Sitting atop the platform, Admiral Aokiji had no idea so people were already labeling him as "afraid before the battle."
His gloomy expression had nothing to do with Whitebeard—it was because of the grinning Orin beside him.
"Yo, my dear friend, your face looks pretty bad?"
Orin crossed one leg over the other, smoking as he greeted Kuzan casually.
But Kuzan didn’t want to reply. He feared if he opened his mouth, he might strike Orin and shake morale before the battle even began.
On Aokiji’s other side—
Akainu lowered his hat brim, hiding his expression, clearly unwilling to comnt on Orin’s presence.
But Orin had no doubt—if he tried to defect right now, he’d imdiately get magma to the face.
As for Borsalino—this guy was a bit more intriguing.
Rolling his eyes, he glanced at Orin.
"Oh~ even Orin ca to assist~ looks like this war has no suspense left~ after all, he’s the monster who once defeated Whitebeard~"
With everyone in position, the execution target—Fire Fist Ace—was escorted onto the platform.
The world broadcast began!!!
People across the globe watched this grand war unfold. Morgans’ World Economic News was broadcasting it live.
Sengoku stood sternly at the side.
"Fire Fist Ace, tell the world—who is your father?"
Ace’s expression twisted.
"Whitebeard!!!"
"Wrong!!!"
Before the world, Sengoku announced the true aning of Ace’s execution.
"Your biological father is the Pirate King—Gol D. Roger!!!"
The Admirals and Shichibukai weren’t surprised, but countless ordinary marines were.
Many eyes also fell on Orin—but Orin had drifted into mories.
That night in Impel Down—drinking and eating at with Captain Roger.
That man, bold and unrestrained for life, showing gentle warmth for his family in his final monts.
In the silent cell, the fire slowly dimd.
"Thank you, Orin."
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