I'm the Great Pirate, and I'm waging the Holy Grail War!

Chapter 307 The Final Battle, Ready to Be Launched

Navy G-1 Branch, temporary command ship, bottom secret room.

The light from the three summoning circles receded in completely different ways, revealing an existence that deeply resonated with the temperament of the generals.

Fujitora smiled in front of him.

The summoning circle's light was as warm and smooth as ancient jade, as calm and serene as a deep pool.

What emerged from the formation was not an emperor or general, but a ronin dressed in a simple kimono with his eyes closed.

He had a seemingly ordinary katana hanging at his waist, but he was leaning on a slender walking stick.

What is most striking is a certain temperament.

The sounds of wind, water, dust settling on the ground, and even the slightest ripples in people's hearts seemed to transform into clear trajectories in his ears.

"Assassin." The ronin slightly raised his head, his eyes closed, yet he accurately "looked" in Fujitora's direction.

"I am Zatoichi. I have come in response to the call to use my ears instead of my eyes to measure the injustices of the world."

"The meaning in your heart is as heavy as mountains, as confusing as a foggy sea, yet as steadfast as a rock—interesting."

"Do you want my blind eyes to show you what lies at the end of this road?"

Fujitora felt a slight tremor in his heart. This Heroic Spirit did not possess any overbearing pressure, but rather a profound understanding that went straight to the essence.

He could sense that the other party was not there for grand concepts like order, but rather for the inner conflict within him, Fujitora.

"This old man—" Fujitora spoke slowly, his voice low and deep.

"There is indeed confusion in my heart. Is it right or wrong to suppress injustice with gravity and exchange order for survival? I am also groping in the dark."

"If Your Excellency could see this with your discerning eye and offer guidance, I would be eternally grateful."

Zatoichi's lips curled into a faint smile, as if he had seen through the ways of the world.

"I wouldn't call it giving pointers. Ultimately, one must walk one's own path and listen to one's own ears. However, since I've come as summoned, I'll temporarily lend you my fairly nimble sword."

"Whether it is cutting down injustice or shackles, time will tell." He gently patted the sword at his waist, the scabbard remaining silent.

In front of Kizaru Borsalino.

The summoning circle exploded with light, leaving a blazing white trail like a meteor streaking across the night sky!

In the midst of the formation, a young man dressed in light armor in the style of ancient Greece stood proudly.

He had no weapon in his hand, but simply by standing there, he exuded an unparalleled sense of swiftness and dazzling presence.

It was as if he could transform into a beam of light that could tear through space at any moment.

"Cavalry, Achilles!" The young man grinned, his smile sunny and full of wild confidence, creating an interesting contrast with Kizaru's nonchalant attitude.

"In response to the call to resolve the trouble before it escalates!"

"Hey Master, you have such dazzling speed, why do you always act so lazy?"

"Life is short, the battlefield is vast, so of course we should run wild, shine brightly, and then achieve victory to feel truly satisfied, right?"

Kizaru smirked, unusually abandoning his usual perfunctory attitude.

"Oh dear, oh dear—I've been lectured by the Heroic Spirit. But, I don't dislike the idea of ​​dealing with trouble before it escalates. So, dazzling meteor, how do you plan to race?"

Achilles stretched his ankles, his eyes gleaming with fighting spirit.

"Needless to say? With speed no one can match, I'll pierce through any obstacle! Defenses? Fortifications? They're utterly useless before my spear and undead chariot!"

Before the green bulls grazing freely.

The light was dim and heavy, like a deep pool.

There was no one in the formation.

Only one pair of eyes shone in the darkness.

Then came the enormous silhouette, the silhouette of a wolf, ridiculously large. Its body was covered in dark red stripes, and its mouth was slightly open, as if it were smiling, or perhaps it was hungry.

"Berserker, Fenrir." The voice rang directly in Green Bull's mind, deep and echoing.

"Echoing the call of the cycle of plunder, growth, and devouring—you wish to devour all things to nourish yourself? So do I."

Green Bull's eyes lit up.

"Yes, yes, yes! Swallow it all! Let it become nourishment for my forest!"

Fenrir's shadow flickered.

"Nourishment? No—" The voice carried an ancient hunger, "It's about returning to zero, and then—reshaping. If you devour enough, you can even crush order itself."

Green Bull was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Fine! Let's swallow it all! Swallow all those annoying rules too!"

Three generals, three heroic spirits.

The navy's sword has been sharpened.

The New World, on the edge of the Tottoland Sea, a land of nations.

Charlotte Linlin's enormous body was half-buried in the cake shop.

She was extremely weak, her imperial dress was tattered, and her exposed skin was covered with terrible, unhealable wounds.

That was the wound left by Ramses II's magnificent complex of temples.

"Mother—Mother—" Zeus, the thundercloud, and Prometheus, the sun, weakly called out from the side, barely maintaining their human forms. Their spirits were also dimming, almost dissipating.

"Damn it—damn the Desert Emperor—damn Nefertari—" BigMom growled like a beast, his eyes filled with madness and venom.

In the battle of Alabasta, she not only suffered a crushing defeat, but also lost a large number of souls and Homies, damaging her foundation.

Just then, from the shadows of the ruins, a figure dressed in a white robe and wearing a faceless mask silently appeared.

"Who?!" BigMom turned her head sharply, her Conqueror's Haki, along with her remaining anger, erupted, but the newcomer only swayed slightly and was not affected.

"Calm down, Charlotte Linlin." The newcomer's voice was altered, making it difficult to distinguish between male and female, but it carried the cold tone unique to the World Government.

"I come on behalf of that great one. We know your hatred, we know your power, and we know—your current needs."

"You lackey of the World Government!" Big Mom roared, "Get out! Or I'll rip your soul out too!"

"You can't do it," the newcomer said calmly, raising his hand to reveal a peculiar gem that emitted a serene green light.

As the gemstone's light shone upon it, the stubborn wounds from the sun curse on BigMom's body began to show slight signs of healing.

BigMom's roar faltered. She stared intently at the gem.

"We can help you heal the wounds left by Ramses II, and even provide you with greater power."

"The power of heroic spirits." The newcomer put away the gem.

"In exchange, you need to become our ally and stand on the side of order in the upcoming war."

"We don't need you to obey orders. We just need you to unleash your anger and power on those free agents at crucial moments, especially—the Straw Hat crew, and anyone associated with Ramses II."

BigMom's single eye flickered violently. Hatred, the thirst for power, and the instinct for survival battled fiercely in her chaotic mind.

"The Holy Grail War—I know what that is—" she hissed. "You're collecting pieces too—wanting me to be your pawn?"

"They are allies," the visitor corrected.

"A mutually beneficial deal. You gain the power of revenge and the guarantee of survival, while we gain a powerful and controllable force of chaos."

"You can even retain your ambitions, and perhaps in the world after the establishment of the new order, there will be a place for the new world kingdoms."

The silence lasted for a long time.

Finally, BigMom extended her battered hand.

"Give me the gems first!"

The visitor threw the gem over.

BigMom grasped the gem, and green light surged into her body. She let out a comfortable groan, her injuries noticeably improving slightly.

"I agree." Her eyes flashed with a fierce light.

"But—don't try to order me around! When I want to act, I will act! Also, heal me! Give me even greater power!"

"A wise choice." The newcomer bowed slightly. "Then, the contract is established. The power will soon be in your hands."

"I look forward to your performance on the battlefield, sir."

The figure in white robes disappeared into the shadows.

In the ruins, only BigMom's low laughter as he clutched the gem, and the Homies' uneasy sobs, remained.

Another dangerous piece has been placed on the chessboard.

Elbaf, the kingdom of giants, the cliff of kings, the roots of the Tree of Adam.

Located atop Elbaf's most precipitous peak, this place is shrouded in thunderclouds and fierce winds year-round.

Shanks, Ben Beckman, and Merlin stood side by side.

They had just concluded a long meeting with the elders of the giant race and received permission to come here.

"This is it." Shanks looked up at the Seastone chains that contained terrifying power.

"Loki's place of imprisonment—I thought this guy was crazy back then, constantly muttering the name of Dilt and killing people everywhere."

"So I locked him up here, but now I think—"

Merlin examined the runes with great interest.

"This prince's story is more complicated than we imagine, and there are some things he probably wouldn't want to say—"

Beckman lit a cigar: "And—after we tell you, can we bear the truth?"

Shanks stepped forward, but instead of forcibly breaking the seal, he placed his hand on the rock wall at the cave entrance and spoke in a deep voice, his voice penetrating the seal and reaching deep into the cave.

"Loki! I am Red-Haired Shanks! I have come to uncover the truth behind the impending doom of this world!"

"Now I know, I was unaware of this four years ago. Your story may be closely related to this crisis! Please meet us!"

There was a moment of silence inside the cave.

Then, the chains began to rattle, not from being pulled, but as if being eroded from within by some force, and eventually broke inch by inch.

A lonely wind, yet imbued with an indescribable air of majesty, surged out from the cave.

Deep inside the cave, an extremely tall figure slowly straightened up.

He was more imposing than the average giant, with disheveled hair and beard, and tattered clothes, but his eyes, peering through his unkempt hair, were as sharp as an eagle's, filled with the vicissitudes and wisdom honed by the passage of time.

He is Loki, the legendary prince of the giants, a prisoner of sin.

"Red-haired Shanks—you coward, you still dare to come here?" Loki's voice was hoarse like sand grinding.

"However—there's also—a magician from outside—ha, has that day finally come?"

He stepped out of the cave, stretching his stiff body, his gaze sweeping over the three men before finally settling on Shanks.

Upon hearing this, Shanks' eyes widened.

"So you do know something after all—"

"You want to know the truth? About the crisis in the world? About the collision between the two worlds?" Loki grinned, his smile tinged with bitterness.

"Do you know that the seeds of all these anomalies were actually sown much earlier?"

Shanks' expression turned serious: "Please enlighten me."

Loki didn't answer immediately. Instead, he walked to the edge of the cliff, looked at the vast and pristine land of Elbaf, and spoke slowly.

"About several decades ago, I can't remember the exact time—a great upheaval occurred within the race of giants."

"My father, who was the Giant King at the time, came into contact with a fragment that should not exist in this world while exploring ancient ruins."

"Since then, his personality has changed drastically. He began to study forbidden knowledge frantically and even attempted to use the lives of giants to perform some kind of dimensional ascension ritual."

Pain was evident in his eyes.

"I tried to stop it, but that sparked a civil war. In the end, I killed my own corrupt father with my own hands."

"But because I touched on taboos and learned too many secrets I shouldn't have known, that guy—what did that guy do to me again—no, no—"

"He wasn't punishing me, but protecting me, and also protecting those secrets from being spread."

"A secret?" Merlin pressed sharply. "About that fragment?"

Loki nodded: "That's not a product of this world. It came from outside, carrying entirely different laws and information."

"My father called it a singularity crystal, saying it was a scar or landmark left when the trajectories of two different worlds accidentally intersected."

"And according to the fragmentary information my father deciphered from the fragments—in the history of our world, at least one other, earlier and more important singularity was planted, which is the root cause of all the anomalies we have today!"

Shanks and Beckman exchanged a glance, both thinking of a certain possibility.

"That earlier singularity—did it occur more than seventy years ago—?" Shanks asked in a deep voice.

Loki whirled around, his eyes gleaming: "You know?! That's right! Right now! All this turmoil is because of that guy, all because of him!!!"

"The incomplete records left by my father mentioned that an anomaly descended, causing fate to deviate. He came carrying the throne of another world, planting the seeds in the void."

"The recorded timeline is vague, but the era it points to indicates a time that changed the world! Rocks and Roger are both dead! Only him!!!"

Merlin stroked his chin.

"A pebble thrown into a calm lake causes ripples to spread, eventually colliding with a crisis from another world and forming this huge singularity, or even—a Lostbelt."

Loki clenched his fist: "You mean a crisis? A collision of two worlds? It seems the disaster foretold by that fragment is really coming—"

"Yes," Shanks said solemnly.

"That's why we need to pool all our resources and search for every clue."

"Loki, your power is vital to us. Will you—help us?"

"It's not for revenge or power, but for the possible future of this world."

Loki remained silent for a long time.

He raised his right arm, which had been hidden by his tattered sleeve, and slowly pulled down the cuff.

Three bright red, blood-red command seals were clearly imprinted on the back of his hand!

"It appeared suddenly not long before you arrived," Loki said in a low voice.

"It's as if fate is urging me to make a choice. I've been hesitating and doubting—but the news you brought has made things clear to me."

He raised his head, his gaze resolute.

"I'm in. If there's even a glimmer of hope left in this world, for everything, I'll avenge that guy!"

He took a step back, raised his right arm, and the Command Seal shone brightly.

There were no complicated chants, only the ancient and brief war cry of the giants, mixed with their indomitable spirit in the face of fate.

The summoning circle unfolded on King's Cliff, its light not being the usual magical color, but a dazzling silver-white and azure blue, as brilliant as the aurora borealis, accompanied by thunderous roars!

Within the formation, a towering, one-eyed figure, wielding a massive spear and wearing an eyepatch, slowly materialized.

Boundless wisdom, the power of war, and the will to fight against fate swept in like a storm!

The one-eyed god-king spoke, his voice like thunder rolling across the sky.

"Odin, responding to the call of the giants' bloodline and to fight against fate. Though this body is that of a servant, it also carries some of the original memories."

"You wish to know the secrets of this world and resist its predetermined end? Then let me see just how brilliantly the possibilities of this world can shine!"

The God King has descended!

The last and most crucial piece of the puzzle for the red team has now been put into place.