One piece: Celestial dragon - Miracle of the Void Throne

"It's Vice-Admiral Nanioni!"

"What?! I thought he was still recovering from the Bifrost Pirates ambush!"

Jonathan blinked. "That reckless old man… But he's our best shot. No one else here can take a hit from that monster."

The base erupted in noise and smoke as cannon after cannon fired toward the approaching behemoth. Bullets whistled past, pinging off Wolf's massive limbs.

"It's not working! Minimal damage!"

Jonathan shouted over the chaos, eyes blazing. "You idiots! Aim for the head!"

A Marine Captain turned toward him, furious. "You're an Ensign! You don't give orders to me!"

Jonathan's voice cut through. "JUST DO IT!!!"

Sanjuan Wolf continued his slow, terrible approach, grin wide as ever. With a single swipe of his massive arm, he demolished a full watchtower. The splintered remains rained down like thunder.

Sakazuki's fury exploded. He launched himself into the air, sword in hand, and slashed deep into Wolf's forearm.

"That tickles," Sanjuan Wolf rumbled.

But Sakazuki didn't stop. He clung to the giant's skin, climbing up and slicing along pulsing veins.

Suddenly—

Vice-Admiral Nanioni surged forward with a cry, using a burst of Geppo to launch himself skyward.

"FOR THE SAKE OF THE NEW WORLD... GO TO HELL!"

He flipped midair and drove his sabre with all his might into the behemoth's exposed eye.

"AAAAARGH!"

Wolf bellowed in pain, finally reacting. He thrashed wildly, destroying barracks and defensive lines like paper.

A bell from the shattered tower flew off its hinges and crushed a squad of Marines mid-formation.

One young recruit threw himself over his comrades, absorbing shrapnel with his back.

A cannon station lit aflame. Screams echoed from beneath the rubble.

Through it all, Wolf's thunderous voice echoed: "I'LL CRUSH YOU ALL!"

Jonathan steadied the last cannon himself. His hands trembled, but he forced them still.

"Focus. Breathe. Focus."

The cannon roared as he fired, blast shaking his bones.

The cannonball struck Wolf directly in the gaping mouth as he screamed.

Boom.

Debris burst outward—splinters of bone, wood, and steel. A shattered tooth embedded in a watchpost. One fallen chest landed mere inches from Jonathan's head.

Nanioni coughed violently nearby, blood spraying his uniform. "I should've stayed in the damn hospital," he muttered.

"Fire at will!" another officer shouted.

A second barrage hit Wolf in the mouth again. From between his broken teeth, something large dropped—wreckage of a swallowed boat… and then a sealed metal crate.

The crate slammed onto the ground, barely missing Jonathan. Splinters flew.

At first, he didn't notice. It wasn't until the crate slid again—right to his feet—that he blinked down.

Metal. Scorched. Hissing from heat.

He rushed to it. The lock was already half-snapped. He pulled it open.

Inside… a Devil Fruit. Dark red, molten-textured. Writhing with heat.

"What the hell…?" Jonathan whispered. "This is—"

He had no time to finish.

Sanjuan Wolf's sheer body weight, now enraged and uncontrolled, slammed into the walls again. Dozens of marines were crushed under debris from a single body sway.

Then—

BOOM.

An explosion rocked the opposite side of the base.

"ALERT! ALERT! SECURITY BREACH! "

"005 STOCKPILE IN DANGER!"

Sirens wailed anew.

Something else had just landed. But no one could help right now.

Sanjuan Wolf groaned, staggering back from the base with one hand clutching his pierced eye. With a snarl of pain and rage, he drew back his massive fist and slammed it into the ground one final time.

The entire marine base quaked. Cracks tore through stone and steel. But instead of pressing his advantage, Sanjuan Wolf turned—lumbering away from the battlefield. His enormous frame sank deeper into the ocean, but he didn't vanish. He lingered offshore, looming… watching.

Then came the drums.

From the horizon, a fleet emerged. A dozen pirate ships, ragged sails whipping in the wind, painted in mismatched symbols and crude insignias—followers of Sanjuan Wolf.

They roared their arrival in unison, chanting savage songs of battle. Cannons primed. Sabres licked clean by drooling pirates. Muskets raised. The smell of gunpowder and rum choked the sea breeze.

"WOLFFFF! FOR THE TITAN OF THE DEEP!"

From atop one ship, a pirate with wild feathers screeched commands. Others beat drums, stoking their bloodlust.

Wolf remained at sea, watching like a god of destruction—content to let his cult of fanatics deliver judgment.

Cannon fire lit the sky again. Barrages from both sides collided in midair like thunderclaps.

"They're landing!" came the scream from the watchtower.

Pirates stormed the shattered docks, blades flashing. Some wielded Haki, their strikes slamming through marine shields like sledgehammers.

Two stood out immediately—

A lean, squawking man who soared through the air. Tori Tori no Mi, Model: Duck. He moved with erratic, jerking speed, beak morphing mid-flight.

And a long-limbed blur ripping through the flank. Neko Neko no Mi, Model: Cheetah. He moved faster than most could follow, slicing with claws tipped in obsidian.

Sakazuki watched them come.

He gritted his teeth, clenching his bloodied sword tighter. There was no fear left in his eyes—only a quiet understanding.

"Guess this is it," he murmured. "If I die, I take as many as I can with me."

"SAKAZUKI!" Jonathan shouted, hurling something through the air.

It landed at Sakazuki's feet with a thud.

The Magu Magu no Mi.

Sakazuki stared at it, stunned.

Jonathan grinned awkwardly. "It looks scary, man! I don't like Fruits or Vegetables.... Nah... You should eat it…!"

Sakazuki's expression twitched.

"....."

He bent down slowly, eyes fixed on the swirling magma pattern.

Then, without hesitation, he bit into it.

The taste was wretched. Like swallowing hot ash soaked in bile and burnt copper. But Sakazuki didn't flinch. No grimace, no gag. His jaw worked with brutal efficiency, swallowing the cursed fruit's pulp.

He stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

No fear of death. No fear of curses. Just fire. Building. Breathing.

Behind him, the battle roared.

Marines and pirates clashed violently across the bloodied yard. Cannonballs screamed overhead. Explosions rocked the shattered walls.

Pirates had stormed the marine outposts with makeshift siege shields and spiked maces. Smoke bombs and tar grenades clouded the front lines. The air stank of iron and rot.

A handful of Marines held their ground, wielding basic Rokushiki techniques—Soru dodges, Geppo bursts. Some officers unleashed Armament Haki, cracking bones and shields.

But they had no Devil Fruit users.

Joe—Cheetah Zoan—tore through the barricades in a blur. His claws shredded steel. He zipped past bullets with twitching muscle speed, fangs gleaming. A living missile of death.

Donald—the Duck Zoan—flew overhead, wings spread and beak razor-sharp. He hurled explosives from the air while laughing in quacks and whistles, gliding between cannon fire.

The Marines were being pushed back, step by desperate step.

Meanwhile, inside a partially collapsed medical ward, Vice-Admiral Nanioni lay propped on a stretcher.

"Hold him still!"

"He's bleeding internally—dammit, his rib's shattered!"

A nurse held his arm while two doctors pressed on his abdomen. Nanioni coughed violently again, blood flecking his lips.

Outside the window, he could see Marines falling.

His fist clenched on the blanket.

"They're dying… and I'm lying here. Helpless."

"Sir, your injuries—"

"Damn the injuries. I need to—"

Another explosion cut him off. The wall behind the medical tent shook.

"Incoming!"

A stray bullet zipped through the canvas.

One of the doctors screamed. He staggered, grabbing his shoulder where blood now poured freely.

Nanioni stared at the chaos, fury seething beneath his skin.

This base… was falling apart.

Nanioni turned his head weakly to one of the nearby Marines. "What's the status of the 005 breach? What's going on down there?!"

A nearby World Government agent straightened and answered, "Unknown, sir! CP0 Agent Zigara was stationed there. He should still be holding the line."

Nanioni's eyes narrowed. "Then send the remaining agents! Reinforce him! Lower-ranking Marines don't have clearance to go there, but we can't let it fall!"

He erupted into a violent fit of coughing, crimson staining his sleeve.

"SIR! You must rest!" a Marine captain barked. "You've done enough. Please, believe in Marine justice. We'll hold!"

Just then, a Den Den Mushi buzzed: purupurupuru... purupuru...

An intelligence officer rushed into the tent, pale-faced, clutching a file. "Vice-Admiral! Re…reinforcements are on the way, but…"

"But what?" Nanioni growled.

The officer hesitated, swallowing. "Two other facilities… were also hit by pirate forces... and..."

He looked down, trembling.

"All of their 005 stockpiles… were stolen."

The room went silent.

Doctors, nurses, Marines, and agents—all froze.

Then, like a wave:

"WHAAAAAT?!"