God Hand Invasion

Obsidian’s fingers trembled. They had already left the space of Perpetual Magic: Position Swap. He wanted to step in front of Critical Point and shield him, but every muscle in his body spasmed and shook, leaving him unable to move.

Was this some ability that restricted movement?

No, he was afraid. His biological instincts were stopping him from doing it…

He watched helplessly as that terrifying punch unleashed an airquake spanning hundreds of miles. The sails and flags of the entire Grand Fleet, along with those Reincarnators, vanished amid the dreadful vibrations.

It was even more outrageous than Whitebeard’s performance in the Summit War. Though the strike covered an absurdly wide area, the force of the shockwave had somehow been confined to the high sky. Aside from the raging winds and waves below, the Grand Fleet itself had not been destroyed.

Was this the strength of those Black King Society members who had lost the King of the World…?

"Run… now…"

Critical Point’s face was pale, his hair completely soaked with sweat. Through his Stand’s senses, he saw it clearly: after that strike, the equally renowned Lapis Lazuli Knight had been shattered outright, flesh and blood scattering across the sea.

That guy was a Second Tier defense-specialized Reincarnator known as Acala. In terms of defense alone, he was even stronger than Obsidian, yet he had been casually shaken to death from over a dozen nautical miles away.

At that moment, he realized that the rumors about the Black King Society in the space were not groundless. Those rumors were utterly true, yet they still failed to convey just how powerful these people truly were.

The man wrapped in pitch-black Conqueror’s Haki stood in the air as though walking on solid ground, his body seeming weightless.

Then, Critical Point saw the Black King extend a hand toward the Grand Fleet. In an instant, dozens of ships from the fleet rose from the sea.

"Tesoro, return to the New World."

Tesoro, dressed in a red suit and now entirely golden, wore an expression of shock and suspicion. He looked at the one-armed figure in the sky, unable to connect him to any known great figure.

That attack from before had clearly been the power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit. Now, was lifting dozens of ships at once the legendary Float-Float Fruit of the Golden Lion, or some Devil Fruit capable of controlling gravity?

Then, before the Golden Emperor’s disbelieving eyes, the man in the sky struck their ship with an open palm.

A massive palm appeared in the air.

Bang!

The air compressed into a membrane, instantly wrapping around the enormous ship he was on. Then a terrifying force erupted, and the entire vessel shot into the sky, streaking toward the New World.

The Golden Emperor was pinned to the ship by the terrifying speed and pressure, his expression as if he had seen a ghost.

"Is this Tyrant Kuma’s Paw-Paw Fruit ability?!"

This guy actually possessed multiple Devil Fruit abilities at once, along with that Conqueror’s Haki. Who the hell was he?!

Could someone like this really exist in this world?

Tesoro thought of the legends of Rocks circulating in the underworld, but immediately shook his head. Even Rocks could at most have been somewhat stronger than the current Four Emperors. There was no way he could have possessed such terrifying abilities.

Under the horrified gazes of Critical Point and the others, the one-armed king pointed at their location. Golden light, like an enormous spiral pattern, enveloped them.

In an instant, they felt everything come to a standstill.

No, it should have been that their time had been slowed…

Even Critical Point’s blinking was agonizingly slow. In his vision, everything else moved as swiftly as teleportation. The Black King took a single step and vanished into that distorted world shrouded in black mist.

Within the Netherworld, the black mist around "Bai Cangshu’s" body had almost dissipated. The sky of this special space was utterly different from the outside world, dim yet suffused with a crimson glow.

At the center of the sky was a massive hollow resembling a black sun. Some enormous Netherworld demons were crawling through that hollow toward this place.

The former Skuld Island waters had almost entirely been swallowed into this Netherworld.

Garp’s warship and the warship carrying Doberman, Spandam, and the others were slowly approaching the shore. Garp, meanwhile, dragged two enormous monsters in his hands as he arrived at the coast.

This made Doberman and the others aboard the warship breathe a sigh of relief.

"Vice Admiral Garp, what exactly is this…?"

Garp did not know exactly what had happened, but amid this chaotic crisis, he showed not the slightest panic.

"Don’t think about useless things. Check the condition of everyone accompanying us immediately. Once we confirm everyone is accounted for, we return."

Hearing this, Spandam instinctively objected.

"What about Eldorado?"

"Our orders were to seize Eldorado…"

"To hell with Eldorado. If they want that thing, let those bastards come and take it themselves."

Garp turned around, paying no heed to Spandam or the so-called orders of the World Government. He had only come here to save people.

But unfortunately, there seemed to be no trace of any other living person left on that island. Vice Admiral Vergo and Vice Admiral Dalmatian, who had entered the island, had most likely already met with disaster.

Garp’s expression was grim as he stood on the shore. Suddenly, a gigantic head descended from the sky. Its face looked as though it wore sunglasses, while beneath it hung long, fleshy tendrils like tentacles.

That bizarre being floated down through the air with wild laughter. Many Marines fired at it in terror, but to no effect.

The thing was like a phantom; bullets simply could not hit it. Yet Garp’s Observation Haki clearly sensed its real presence.

"Mm~"

A woman’s voice sounded. A gigantic female body emerged from the hollow in the sky at some point. Her hair was like white tentacles, or perhaps white snakes, constantly writhing. She had a beautiful face and a naked body. At the mere sight of it, the crotches of countless Marine Soldiers began to swell.

Olgins flushed crimson, veins bulging across his forehead. He did everything he could to resist the desire rising from the depths of his heart. Suddenly, Cindy let out a terrified scream.

The gigantic head drifted over beside the warship and met Cindy’s gaze.

Cindy’s face turned deathly pale as she cried out in horror. Olgins was jolted free from the temptation emanating from God Hand: Whore of the Womb, Slan. With a roar, he punched at God Hand: Ubik, who floated like a balloon.

Bang!

Olgins’s punch was immensely powerful, and the sound of it tearing through the air was heavy and dull. Yet Ubik seemed unaffected by the force, drifting away with the punch while continuing to emit terrifying laughter.

Doberman’s face darkened as he watched his subordinates make fools of themselves. He drew his saber.

Slash!

Sword light flashed, and a row of Marines cried out miserably. The strike had precisely cut through all their skin, causing pain but no fatal wounds.

"Marine Soldiers, retreat!"

Onigumo stood at the railing on the other side of the ship, his entire body covered in Armament Haki. He knew the situation before them was far too bizarre and that they had to retreat, so he gave the order without hesitation.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The warships began firing. Several Netherworld demons closest to the ships were instantly blasted apart, but the cannon fire instead drew the attention of even more Netherworld demons. A vast swarm of demons came howling over like a tidal wave.

Garp waited no longer. He leaped up and threw a punch beneath the two warships.

Boom!

The air instantly exploded, and one warship soared into the air. He threw another punch, but this time, Ubik, who had merely been drifting in the wind, appeared before Garp.

Its tentacles swayed, and layers upon layers of illusory space unfolded before Garp.

Garp threw a punch, and the sea surface more than ten kilometers away violently burst apart.

Garp’s attack had been transferred elsewhere.

Garp kicked off the air with Moonwalk and instantly appeared before Ubik. Lightning wrapped in Conqueror’s Haki Infusion flashed forth, piercing through Ubik’s body.

Bang!

Garp’s punch landed on Ubik’s body, sending it flying. But Garp frowned. The sensation of impact was completely wrong.

He blinked once. The next moment, Garp discovered that he was no longer on that island, and the warships had vanished as well. Only Ubik’s strange laughter remained, endlessly echoing around him.

At that moment, another God Hand emerged from the massive hollow in the sky, enormous in stature, with a bloated exposed brain.

God Hand: Archangel Void descended as well.

Countless Netherworld demons lunged toward the area around Doberman’s warship. What drove Cindy even deeper into despair was that Uncle Olgins, whose punch had missed, was now falling over the side of the warship. Below him, countless monsters eagerly opened their mouths.

Thump!

A massive heartbeat resounded once.

All three God Hands simultaneously turned their gazes toward a certain corner. There stood someone in tattered clothes, the aura of the God Hand around him having completely dissipated. Black lightning appeared from his left hand once more.