The Big Pirates Attack! ! !

The tension in the air was palpable.

"Scary… What kind of fruit ability is this? That power rivals Kaido's dragon breath!" someone gasped.

"What kind of monster is this woman?" another cried in disbelief.

The battlefield bore witness to the devastating power of Francis Drake's Noble Phantasm. In one fell swoop, her attack obliterated several pirate ships, leaving nothing but wreckage. It was a display of raw, overwhelming might that sent chills down every spine.

And now, everyone saw it with their own eyes.

Amid the chaos, Nero Claudius stood proudly beside her Master, Finn. With hands on her hips and an air of theatricality, she declared, "Yu will not let the spotlight be stolen so easily! In the presence of the Master, only Yu shines brightest!"

With a dramatic flourish, she raised her hand, and a crimson sword materialized in her grasp. The weapon, twisted and serpentine, gleamed with lethal beauty. It was her treasured weapon—the Meteorite Barrel.

Pointing her blade forward, Nero's voice rang out, each word laced with pride:

"The theater arises from the sea—

Luxurious! Majestic! Gorgeous!

Witness the glory of Yu's Golden Theater!"

The sea roared in response, churning violently as if an undersea volcano had erupted. Waves towered over the battlefield, rising nearly a hundred meters high. From the depths, golden pipes emerged, shimmering like the sun.

Then, a grand waterborne theater revealed itself—a breathtaking fusion of artistry and power.

"What is that?!"

"A building… from the ocean?!"

"And those golden pipes… they look like colossal musical instruments!"

As the astonished murmurs rippled through the crowd, Nero's voice soared. The sound was divine, her melody resonating with the golden pipes. A wave of purple energy surged forth, arcing through the sky before crashing into the pirate fleet.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Each impact sent fiery explosions across the water, reducing a dozen ships to smoldering ruins.

With a satisfied smirk, Nero turned back to Finn. "A flawless performance, wouldn't you agree, Master? Shall we celebrate with a swim after this?"

Finn chuckled, patting her head. "You've earned it, Nero. When this is over, the day's yours."

But his gaze quickly shifted. "Artoria, your turn."

The Lion King, Artoria Pendragon, remained calm amidst the chaos. Mounted on a magnificent white horse, she nodded. "Understood, Master."

With a commanding presence, she raised her holy lance, its golden energy swirling like a dragon coiled around its length.

"Forward!"

Her steed surged forward, galloping across the air as if defying gravity itself. The crowd watched in awe as Artoria ascended, her spear glowing brighter with every second.

At her zenith, she declared:

"Behold the fury that pierces the heavens and rends the earth! This is the holy lance's judgment!"

A beam of golden light erupted from her weapon, cascading down in a blinding torrent. The explosion was magnificent, vaporizing a fleet of pirate ships in an instant.

But the enemy was undeterred. Charlotte Linlin, her face twisted with fury, roared, "No more of this arrogance! Strong ones, to me!"

The sea itself seemed to answer her call. A massive wave, complete with eyes and a leering mouth, surged forward. "Hold steady, my queen," it cackled. "I'll deliver you to the front!"

From another corner, the Red Earl transformed into a bat-like monstrosity, his laughter echoing. "Let's end them all!"

San Juan Wolf hurled a massive rock torn from the ocean floor, while Byrnndi Wald unleashed a cannonball a hundred times its normal size, its fiery trail streaking toward Marineford.

Above them all, Kaido transformed into his dragon form, his roar shaking the heavens. His fury burned bright, his fiery breath scorching the air as it descended.

And then, shadows fell.

Pirates and Marines alike looked skyward in confusion and terror. Emerging from the clouds were floating islands—entire landmasses drifting ominously above the battlefield.

A voice cackled from the heavens.

"Jihahahaha! Did you think I'd miss this spectacle?"

It was the Golden Lion, Shiki, his infamous twin blades glinting in the light. "Marineford's demise is a shared duty! Let the skies rain chaos!"

With a wild laugh, Shiki joined the fray, the floating islands descending like a celestial storm.

The battle for Marineford had become a theater of legends, where gods and monsters clashed in a symphony of destruction.