“Woohoo—”

  Before long, a t figure spread his wings and soared into the sky, leaving Atntis—the floating fortress of Totto Land—behind as he headed toward the first half of the Grand Line.

  Beside him, a streak of electricity flickered, keeping pace with equal swiftness.

  On his back, a five-meter-tall youthful figure g tightly.

  “Dal, have you no shame?”

  Amid the crag of lightning, Thor, the eldest of the Kukulkan family, flew alongside his father effortlessly, gring unhappily at his younger brother, Dal, who was riding on El’s back.

  “You’re already this big, and you’re still ging to Father like a child?”

  “Shut up, Thor!” Dal snapped back, his golden eyes narrowing. “You talk big because you have the Rumble-Rumble Fruit—your flight is basically effortless! Unlike you, I don’t have a Devil Fruit that lets me zoom across the sky!”

  Thor rolled his eyes. “Oh, please, as if your Traransfer Fruit isn’t broken beyond belief!”

  Dal scoffed. “Sure, I theoretically keep up, but stantly using instant teleportation drains a lot of stamina, all right?”

  Uhor and Sif, who had ied monstrous strength from birth, Dal’s talents y elsewhere. With Three-Eyed Tribe blood from his mother and the bined Lunarian-Giant hybrid lineage from his father, Dal’s physical endurance was leagues beyond that of most beings. Years of interaining under El’s brutal regime had honed his body to monstrous levels. Even without using his Lunarian fire resistance or Armament Haki, normal swords and bullets would barely scratch him.

  Still, traveling from Totto Land in the New World all the way to the G-1 Naval Fortress at the entrance of the Grand Line was no small feat. If he had to teleport stantly just to keep up with El and Thor, he might not have enough stami for any surprises.

  “All right, enough arguing, you two.” El chuckled, then turo Thor. “I’m about to speed up. Keep up, son.”

  Thrinned fidently. “No problem, Father! You might be stronger, but there’s no way I’m losing when it es to speed!”

  El smirked. He knew just how ridiculous Thor’s Rumble-Rumble Fruit speed could be.

  “Good.”

  Without another word, El’s head fmes vanished—his signal for full-speed flight.

  “SWOOSH!”

  His massive form became a streak of light, rocketing forward.

  “CRACKLE!”

  Thor fshed into lightning, instantly catg up. Dal g even tighter, gritting his teeth.

  The three blurs tore across the sky at breakneck speed. By mid-afternoon, they arrived at G-1 Fortress, the Marironghold guarding the entrao the New World.

  El made no effort to suppress his immense aura, letting it wash over the fortress like a tidal wave. The entire base was thrown into chaos.

  Above the fortress, Thor and Dal spread their jet-bck wings, fnking their father—a looming trio of Lunarians, a waking nightmare for the Navy.

  “Is that…?”

  “IT’S FALLEN ANGEL EL!!”

  “OH GOD—WHY IS THAT MONSTER HERE?!”

  “WAIT! LOOK AT THE TWO WITH HIM!”

  “They have silver-white hair… bck wings… and fmes behind their heads!”

  “They look young, but… they’re enormous!”

  “There’s no doubt—they’re members of the Kukulkan family!”

  “Damn it! Is he pnning to attack G-1?!”

  “ALERT! ALERT! INTRUDERS DETECTED!”

  Sirens bred, and hundreds of Marines scrambled into formation, trembling as they stared at the three flying figures overhead. In the eyes of the Marines, one name was synonymous with destru, sughter, and absolute ruin—Fallen Angel El. He was no longer just a man; he had bee a force of nature, a demon human form, a walking cataclysm.

  Every Marine base unlucky enough to draw his attention had been reduced to ruins or suh the waves. Very few had survived his wrath.

  “Damn it… It’s him!”

  “Is he here because of the ret skirmishes?!”

  The t figure of El—his presence imposing and suffog—desded before the G-1 Naval Fortress. Watg from below, two of the highest-ranking Marine officers present—Buddha Sengoku and Bck Arm Zephyr, both didates for Admiral—felt their expressions twist in dread.

  “HUMMMMMM—”

  A divine hum filled the air. Golden radiance exploded outward as an immense Buddha materialized, its form shining with divine power. Sengoku, the Buddha, stood tall, his colossal golden figure gring across the battlefield at El.

  With his teeth ched, he roared, “FALLEN ANGEL EL! DO YOU SEEK WAR AGAINST THE WOVER?! DON’T THINK YOU DO WHATEVER YOU WANT HERE!”

  At his side, Zephyr—known as Bck Arm—stood with steely determination. His entire left arm was coated in ice, releasing an aura of bone-chilling cold. His Haki-infused fists ched, ready for battle.

  Floating in midair, El barely spared them a gnce. His jet-bck wings beat once, sending a gust of wind across the battlefield as he desded lightly onto the ground. With a casual smile, he addressed the two Marine legends:

  “Oh, no, no… this isn’t about war. I just came here on a whim. But since I’m already here… I might as well get some warm-up exercise.”

  He slowly drew the massive broadsword from his back. The bde gleamed with an eerie, otherworldly light, its razor-sharp edge aimed directly at Sengoku and Zephyr.

  With a calm, almost pyful tone, El decred, “Oao matter whether you block it or not… I’ll leave afterward.”

  “This bastard…!” Both Sengoku and Zephyr gritted their teeth. They were far from weak—in fact, they were two of the stro Marines ience. Sengoku, wielding the Mythical Zoan Fruit: Model Buddha, had immense wisdom, unparalleled willpower, and had even mastered advanced queror’s Haki infusion.

  Yet despite their power… they remembered what had happeo G-5 Fortress. And they knew—whether they blocked his attack or not, massive destru was iable.

  “WHOOSH—”

  The moment they blinked, El’s entire body shifted. His flesh twisted and morphed; his presence grew more monstrous. A golden pair of horns sprouted from his forehead. His face torted into a terrifying visage, sharp fangs gleaming in the light. His muscles expanded, his limbs and torso now covered in dark, glistening scales. From his back, a pair of massive blue wings unfurled.

  Most terrifying of all—a golden ribbon of fmes ed around his body, swirling like a divine serpent of fire. The transformation shook the air itself.

  Sengoku and Zephyr stared in shock.

  “That form…!”

  “Could it be…?!”

  They had seen something like this before.

  El’s Devil Fruit had fully awakened.

  Bleam