The Greatest Disgrace in Marine History

The savage sound of maniacal laughter spread through the thunder-torn heavens like the whisper of a devil in the end of days—making every hair on the body stand on end.

Wave after wave of suffocating killing intent surged forward, crashing into the port. The Marines stationed there went pale as sheets, as if plunged into icy water.

"That's…"

"Damn it… No way…"

"Golden Lion Shiki!"

"The legendary pirate, Golden Lion Shiki!!"

"Why the hell is he here?!"

"Oh my god…"

Marines and civilians alike looked up in stunned disbelief at the sky. Their hearts reeled as if capsized by a tidal wave.

The legendary pirate Shiki—brazenly invading Marine Headquarters!?

Was he insane!?

"Hurry!! Notify Fleet Admiral Kong and Admiral Sengoku!"

Someone shouted in panic. But the moment the words left his mouth, his voice cut off. His face turned ghostly white.

Fleet Admiral Kong and Admiral Sengoku… were both away.

"Jihahahahaha!! Marines!! You destroyed my fleet—now I'll sink your damn base into the sea!!"

High above, Shiki bit down on a lit cigar and laughed with wild abandon.

He swept one arm sideways.

What followed made everyone in Marineford's heart lurch with dread.

In the black storm clouds behind Shiki, streaks of red light began to flicker—faint at first, then growing rapidly.

RUMMMMMBLE…

Low, ominous thunder echoed from the distant skies.

The crimson glow swelled and spread like wildfire. Then, with a shattering roar, they burst through the thick clouds above!

As the Marines stared, wide-eyed, the deep rumble grew sharper—until it became deafening.

These weren't flames.

They were meteors. Dozens of them. Each one tens of meters in diameter.

Shiki had lifted massive island fragments into the sky using his Devil Fruit—then dropped them as meteorites.

The rocks plummeted under immense gravity. Friction turned their undersides into blazing infernos, casting the sky in blood-red light.

"This… can't be real…"

"We can't possibly stop that…"

"This is power… like a god's…"

"This is terrifying…"

"Are we… all going to die here?"

…

In this moment, tens of thousands of Marines and civilians stood frozen on the ground of Marineford—eyes wide, weapons trembling. Like statues who'd lost their souls.

Reflected in their pupils were the descending meteors. A scene straight from the apocalypse.

And worst of all—

Kong. Sengoku. Garp. Not a single one of them was here.

No one left to stop Shiki.

But just then—like a phantom—a flicker of blue lightning sparked across the void.

And suddenly, something strange happened.

The rifles in Marines' hands. The cannons on the fortress walls. The gun batteries on the dozens of warships docked at the harbor.

All moved at once.

Barrels shifted. Sights aligned.

Every weapon aimed skyward—at the oncoming meteorites.

The world seemed to hold its breath—

BOOOOOOM!!!

A thunderous barrage erupted from every corner of Marineford.

Thousands of heavy cannons—installed throughout HQ—fired simultaneously. Blazing shells roared skyward, the recoil shaking the very earth.

A black storm of projectiles tore through the air—rising to meet the fiery rain.

Explosions lit up the sky one after another. Fire bloomed like flowers of death, burning the heavens red.

Under the bombardment of thousands of coordinated blasts, the incoming meteors shattered, one by one, into clouds of fire and stone.

BOOM!

CRASH!

BOOOOOOM!!

Buildings struck by fragments crumbled and burst into flames.

People scattered—Marines and civilians running from the deadly downpour. Fires erupted across the base.

But the worst… had been avoided.

"It's… Commodore Darren's ability!"

The crowd began to realize—crying out in awe and relief.

"Guess I shouldn't have tempted fate… I can't believe he really attacked Marineford…"

Darren stood firm—arcs of electricity crackling around his fingers. With one arm, he shielded a pale-faced Toki, pulling her close.

A meteor shard crashed behind him, obliterating the family compound into smoldering rubble.

A scorching gust blew forward, sending embers and soot swirling. His white Marine coat snapped in the wind.

He raised his head. His eyes narrowed, gleaming cold with fury.

His gaze clashed with Shiki's above, crackling with invisible sparks.

The Commodore's lips curled into a mocking sneer.

"What's wrong, Golden Lion? Losing your airborne fleet wasn't enough, now you've come all the way here… to die?"

At those words, Shiki's breath hitched. Blood vessels burst in his violent eyes.

"You insolent little brat!"

He spread his arms wide. His gaze locked onto Darren, flashing with murderous rage.

"With Sengoku gone, no one can save you now—Darren!!"

As his words echoed, the Marines nearby felt the ground tremble.

Like a living creature, earth and debris surged up—crumbling ruins and sand flowing together like a tidal wave.

In the blink of an eye, they formed three massive lions with snarling maws.

From the left. The right. And behind.

They charged all at once—aiming to swallow Darren whole.

An unstoppable strike—fast, devastating, absolute.

Nearby Marines tried to shoot—but their bullets did nothing.

"Lion Might: Imperial Earth Howl!!"

But Darren didn't flinch.

As the world threatened to collapse in from three sides, he merely lifted his eyes—and smiled faintly.

"Is that so?"

Suddenly—

Three towering figures appeared beside him.

To his left. His right. And behind.

"Great Eruption!"

"Light-Speed Kick!"

"Pheasant Beak!"

Molten magma surged,

Blazing lasers exploded,

An arctic windbird screamed forth—

All at once, they slammed into the three charging lions, shattering them on impact.

BOOOOOOM!!

A deafening shockwave tore through Marineford.

The monstrous beasts Shiki had conjured were blown apart—shattered by the overwhelming attacks.

Light streaked across the skies.

Magma scorched the earth.

Shards of frost glittered like ghostly snow.

Darren stared at Shiki's stunned expression—and smirked.

"Looks like I disappointed you, huh?"

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To be continued…