Chapter 467: The End of Marygold

Marygold.

With Im’s words spoken, everyone present could not help but display expressions of excitement—even Blackbeard and Shilou were no exception.

“Indeed, if Lord Im seizes everything of that monster, then Britannias shall be ours too!”

Satan realized this, and the more he thought, the more unavoidable the greed rose within him.

If given a choice, who would willingly abandon their homeland and journey to an unknown planet, especially when they didn’t even know if they’d live or die ahead?!

But now they had another choice!

Seize everything of Britannias and rebuild the paradise of the Celestial Dragons!

“The only thing to worry about is the monster’s immense power!”

Nasso Ryō narrowed his brows, his expression still serious, yet no longer as despairing as before.

Because Im had returned!

The Void King, who crushed Joy Boy eight hundred years ago and sat upon the throne ruling all, had returned!

Even with power far exceeding his peak!

“As long as Lord Im acts...”

“No matter how strong that monster is, it’s still just human!”

Mercury Uchouri whispered softly, his gaze fixed on Im, filled with unmistakable fear.

As one of the longest-serving followers of Im, he knew far more than the others and had, by accident, glimpsed Im’s true nature.

Though he did not know exactly how strong Im was or what he could accomplish, yet...

Not human!

Literally not human—a demon god walking the earth.

Eight hundred years ago, had Joy Boy sensed the truth and fled in time, the body Im now used would have been Joy Boy’s, not a woman’s.

The other four Five Elders instantly understood; only Garin and Blackbeard, who had not lived through that era, wore thoughtful expressions.

Blackbeard frowned, staring at the Five Elders who were certain of Im’s victory, momentarily confused.

Is Im strong?

Very strong!

In Blackbeard’s memory, Im’s few known attacks had always ended in instantaneous annihilation.

Even the monstrous members of the Cross Guild could not mount effective resistance.

Such power was worthy of the king who quelled chaos and ruled the world for eight hundred years!

But Gao Wen...

Stronger!

He casually crushed Whitebeard in the Battle of Marineford, and crushed the Eight Strongest in the Martial Arts Tournament with near-invincible power—including titans like Mihawk, Kaido, and Rydfeld.

Yet what truly terrified, what made Gao Wen’s achievements seem unbeatable, was his single-handed resistance against two strikes from ancient weapons!

Recall that not long ago, Britannias’ ancient weapon had vaporized tens of thousands of warships in an instant.

The World Government’s ancient weapon was even more powerful, yet still could not shake that monster.

Even after learning of Gao Wen’s feats, the Five Elders still had absolute faith in Im?!

Did they have hidden techniques?

Or had that previous battle been nothing more than a fraction of his true power?

Shilou, beside Blackbeard, shared the same confusion, yet neither dared to voice their questions.

Im, standing before them all, spoke slowly:

“This journey!”

“To seize Britannias, to seize my destined vessel!”

“This battle... will end in victory!”

No sooner had his voice fallen than Im’s breath hitched slightly, and all around him seemed to sense something—they raised their heads toward the sky.

The sky above Marygold remained clear blue, without a single cloud.

Yet an inexplicable oppression began spreading through the air!

Everyone looked around, seeing no anomaly, and assumed it was merely their imagination.

But...

But what was this feeling—growing heavier, nearly suffocating?

“No way?!”

Blackbeard seemed to realize something—he turned sharply, staring fixedly at the distant sky.

His fingers trembled, his pupils contracted, a lethal sense of danger prickled like needles along his spine!

Shilou, seeing this, froze:

“Tichi, what’s...”

But.

Before Shilou could finish his sentence, he could no longer speak.

A blinding beam of light shot from the distant sky, arriving over Marygold in the blink of an eye.

Then it exploded like fireworks, splitting into countless finer rays that rained down upon Marygold!

“Ancient Weapon!”

Satan cried out in shock.

All around, the others finally understood what was happening!

“This is Britannias’ mad king’s revenge—returning upon us everything we did to Britannias!”

“Damn you, filth!”

Uchouri’s eyes bulged with rage; he instinctively tried to flee, but his body locked in place.

For every direction he looked, the scattered light stretched to the horizon, even beyond the reach of his Observation Haki!

This was a saturation strike—to erase everything in Marygold...

Completely!

“How dare you!”

For the first time, Im’s voice carried fury.

A fury so intense it nearly drove those bearing his Black Transcendence Mark to madness!

He could not even describe the rage burning within him.

For eight hundred years, those arrogant fools who dared challenge him either knelt at his feet or died ignominiously in Impel Down after defeat.

This was the first time—first time someone had declared war so openly!

“I...”

“Will, will, WILL!”

“Kill you~!”

“I will make your soul watch as everything you cherish is destroyed, and imprison you forever in hell!”

As he spoke, Im unleashed a torrent of Conqueror’s Haki that poured outward—the Red Line itself seemed to sink slightly, yet still could not block the blinding, annihilating light descending from the heavens!

“Lord Im!”

Everyone barely had time to cry out before Marygold was swallowed whole by the flood of light.

The twenty nations of creation, the Celestial Dragons who had ruled the world for eight hundred years, who called themselves gods—now not even a scream escaped them as they and their surroundings were vaporized.

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

Not only Marygold—the endless pale-blue rays covered the Red Line below and everything within dozens of kilometers.

Explosions merged into one continuous roar; shockwaves surged like hurricanes, instantly raising sea walls a thousand meters high that devoured everything they touched...

Completely!

The sea erupted in violent waves.

The Revolutionary Army, still nearly a hundred miles from Marygold, stared in stunned silence.

Watching the once-feared, nearly-hated city of Marygold vanish entirely beneath a blinding white glow.

“Was that... Marygold?!”

Crow, commander of the Southern Army, could not believe what he saw.

Yet the scorching air, the churning sea, and the monstrous tidal wave rushing toward them—even Dragon’s power barely held it back—

All confirmed it was real.

“Is Britannias that ancient weapon?!”

Bao clenched his book until it deformed, instinctively pulling Bonney close.

Yet as he turned back to witness the devastation, his scalp still prickled with dread...