I am the Bandit King of the East Sea.

They are the Roger Pirates, the Pirate King!

What shocked Lieutenant General Tsuru even more was that these old-era figures from her time no longer had gray hair, and their ages seemed to have regressed to the age of their most powerful era!

"Gurararararararar... Roger, move aside."

Amidst hearty laughter, a giant standing two stories tall stepped forward, forcefully pushing Roger aside with his sheer size, and stood shoulder to shoulder with Sieg.

This giant man held a large naginata, Murakumogiri, which was longer than a normal person's height, in one hand. His broad and muscular chest was covered with dense scars from swords and spears. He had a signature crescent-shaped white mustache on his lips, and long golden hair hung down on both sides of his face.

Like Roger, Whitebeard had now regained his youth, his hair had grown back, and his golden hair was flowing freely, exuding an aura of majesty.

Behind him were his sons: Marco the Phoenix, Ace the Fire Fist, Vista the Flower Sword...

"It's the Whitebeard Pirates!"

"This is bad... How come Whitebeard has also become younger?"

Another commotion broke out in the navy.

Whitebeard was the strongest of the Four Emperors, having once rivaled the Pirate King Roger in the old era without being defeated. He was one of the two most shining stars of that magnificent era.

Whitebeard at this time was not the old man who was seriously ill and dying two years ago during the Marineford War.

He was full of energy and strong. Just looking at his mountain-like physique gave people a terrifying sense of oppression. He was like a mountain!

To be precise, they are three major obstacles!

Higuma, Roger, and Whitebeard stood at the forefront of hundreds of people. They did not release their Conqueror's Haki, but just standing there made the Marines and CP agents feel breathless.

Behind them, many more were eager to fight.

The revolutionary army leader, Ryu, stood in the crowd, his fierce face partially obscured by a dark green hood. The blind, purple-clad former admiral Fujitora and Zephyr stood to the side, gazing at their former naval colleagues.

There are also the fifty-six prisoners of the Infinite Hell, giant warriors twenty or thirty meters tall, and sky islanders with wings on their backs...

When forces from different regions and races unite, they become a force powerful enough to shake the world.

Despite being in the Holy Land of Mary Geoise, some newly enlisted Navy and CP agents felt a strange tension.

The total number of people in this group is not large, and it does not exceed a thousand.

Apart from the troops stationed at the three volcanoes in the New World, those who appeared here were undoubtedly powerful figures from various major forces.

Most of the bandits, along with their boat, are still hiding inside Stussy's Door-Door Fruit dimension and have not yet entered the battlefield.

The two sides faced each other from a distance, the atmosphere tense and tense.

Sig didn't look at Green Bull, the Five Elders, or anyone else. Instead, his gaze swept over the sea of ​​people and looked deeper into the majestic holy complex, towards the Void Throne.

He saw nothing, yet his gaze seemed to pierce through the towering buildings.

"Aren't you going to come out and see me, Leica?"

“Or should I call you…Im?” Sig spoke in a conversational tone, his voice echoing through the holy land via loudspeaker, while his gaze swept over the battlefield before him without a trace of emotion.

In fact, it doesn't matter whether she's called Ikalaim or Laika, or even if she's called Ikalaim.

Regardless of the name, Sieg is not so naive as to think that a world king who has lived for eight hundred years would bow down to him because of some small favor he received in the past.

As he expected, when he finished speaking, the assembled navy faltered, and the name Im reminded them once again of what had been reported in the newspapers these past few days... The crowd began to murmur and whisper among themselves.

Several naval officers unconsciously glanced back at the Five Elders, wanting to see their reactions.

The CP0 and New Army personnel, on the other hand, showed little emotional fluctuation. After all, they were agents directly under the World Government and even the Celestial Dragons, and had always served the Celestial Dragons. The addition of a Void Emperor above them had little impact.

"Nonsense." The Five Elders with swords snorted coldly.

He raised his hand, and the crowd around him immediately parted. The white-gloved CP0 opened a portal, and a coffin was carried out from inside.

"Since you're here, there's no need to leave."

The white-gloved man kicked the coffin, sending it hurtling through the air like an arrow before finally stopping at Sieg's feet, where he pressed it down.

Upon closer inspection, the coffin appeared to be quite old, with a strange bluish-green color and a corner of the lid that was blackish-red, exuding an ominous aura. It was the very coffin where Sieg had once lain.

Several months ago, the Celestial Dragon Phoenix Palace tried to use this coffin as bait to lure out Sigurd, who was hiding on a sky island, but they were unsuccessful.

This coffin is actually just a bit harder in terms of material; it currently has no extraordinary properties and is merely a coffin with a better appearance.

The world government clearly understands this as well.

Now, it has returned to Sieg's feet.

"Promotion and wealth, not bad." Sig stood with one foot on his own coffin, smiled mockingly, and then looked up slightly at the sky.

Is this how you treat guests?

In that instant, a bright ball of light suddenly flashed high in the sky, which even the thick clouds could not completely cover, as if a small sun had lit up in the dead of night!

Uranus, the King of Gods.

Whether it was the Five Elders' pre-battle dialogue or the delivery of the coffin, it was likely just a distraction to buy time for Uranus, the Uranus.

At that moment, countless people turned pale with shock.

"Five Elders, you—" Akainu's expression changed.

He recalled the Marineford War two years ago, where, at the end of the battle, a giant pillar of light descended from the sky, intending to indiscriminately annihilate both pirates and marines.

"Quiet." The Five Elders with their swords snorted coldly, showing no kindness towards Akainu.

"We know what we're doing. This is a sacred place. Would we really seek our own death?"

Akainu narrowed his eyes. In this situation, he did not confront the Five Elders directly. Instead, hot magma dripped from his fist onto the ground, filling the air with a strong smell of sulfur.

Sieg turned his head and looked at Stussy behind him; the two exchanged a glance.

From the moment he decided to attack the Holy Land, Sigurd knew that sooner or later he would once again face the power of Uranus, the King of the Gods.

He just didn't expect it to happen so quickly.

In his original plan, the tactics to resist the Heavenly King were very simple.

During the brief period of Uranus's attack, all you need to do is have Stussy open the door and hide in the alternate dimension.

The Door-Door Fruit provides a dimensional refuge, allowing one to hide from almost any other Devil Fruit... except for abilities like the Tremor-Tremor Fruit that can shatter air doors.

Therefore, there were not many people in the holy site at this time, only a few hundred in total.

If there were more people, there wouldn't be enough time to get inside and hide.

But now... he also has to consider the white-gloved CP0 on the other side. He's practically a second Door-Door Fruit user, and even Stussy can't tell the difference between their techniques.

If Sigurd goes into the alternate dimension through the air portal as planned, the CP0 on the other side can easily ruin their plans by simply opening a door, forcing them to face the baptism of the Uranus.

"Give up on that idea, Sieg." The white-gloved CP0 seemed to have guessed what Sieg was thinking, and he chuckled.

He had been watching Sieg and Stussy. At this moment, he took off his mask, revealing an old man's face that Sieg seemed somewhat familiar with.

This is the previous general whom he personally killed, Dol, the previous user of the Door-Door Fruit.

"Is it the Imitation Fruit?" Sigurd was slightly startled and asked with a frown.

“No.” The white-gloved CP0 shook his head and grinned.

"To be precise, it should be considered a superior version of the Imitation Fruit, the Copy Fruit."

CP0 Ace, codenamed Chameleon, is a Paramecia-type Copy-Copy Fruit user.

Unlike the Imitation Fruit, this fruit can not only copy other people's appearances, but also their Devil Fruit abilities.

"I copied Dol's Door-Door Fruit ability more than two years ago, and I haven't taken off my gloves since."

The chameleon opened his palms, both of which were covered by full-coverage white gloves.

Like most Paramecia-type Devil Fruit users, his abilities require him to use his hands to touch them.

Similar to the gloves worn by Vander Duncan, the user of the Target-Target Fruit, his gloves are designed to prevent accidental contact with others and to avoid overwriting his copying ability.

Replicating the fruit?

Sig vaguely remembered that this was also a bugged fruit from a theatrical version (stage play), but in this era where the plot has long been broken, this copy fruit has fallen into the hands of the World Government.

Light! Light! Light!

The blazing pillar of light was rapidly approaching; what was once a small sun high in the sky had now become a massive pillar of light piercing through the thick clouds.

Endless light and heat seemed to tear open the darkness completely, making it as bright as day.

Since the start of the war, the power of Uranus, the King of the Gods, has been displayed several times.

Both pirates and the navy deeply understand the destructive power this is.

Beneath this pillar of light piercing the sky, the expressions of the navy and CP agents had changed.

Unlike 12 years ago, this time the beam of light seemed to have no regard for the Holy Land, and was a full-power Heavenly King's cannon attack with no reduction in power.

“Uranus, the Heavenly King…” Sig looked up at the sky, his mind involuntarily recalling those brief yet incredibly long few seconds when he faced the Heavenly King during the Marineford War two years ago.

From that day on, Sig crossed the threshold of Armament Haki, but also developed anorexia because he ate so much stick meat that he vomited.

And this time...

"I should be able to eat properly from now on."

Chapter 1276 Celestial Dragon, the Mountain Bandit Grandpa is Here! (7000)

Sig turned his head and looked at Stussy and the others.

The bald man has already connected their thoughts through a whispered network, allowing them to communicate quickly in their minds without having to speak.

This kind of whispered network eliminates the worry of being detected by the enemy and also allows one to ignore the noisy battlefield environment.

When an ability user develops their abilities to a higher level, the bald man can also launch a whispering network to hundreds of people, and can act as a commander in large-scale battles.

"Dragon, didn't you say you had a mole planted in the Navy? Isn't it time?" Sig asked in his mind.

"Stusi, open the air door. The giants should be ready."

The same moment.

Within the alternate dimension of the sacred land.

Deep within the Dushan, a colossal warship anchored in a sacred land of another dimension, a massive Sig, as majestic as a mountain range, opened its eyes.

Although its size has increased a thousandfold, it is essentially still a clone, with two bodies existing in different dimensions.