"Vice captain Ron, we have some uninvited guests at the coliseum... Yes, wearing naval uniforms... How should we handle this?"
The Naval officers below paled dramatically.
Vice Admiral Onigumo's eight swords simultaneously turned toward the sky.
"Damn it... It's a Rumble-Rumble Fruit user!"
Vice Admiral Doberman's eyes flickered wildly. "This is bad... We are exposed too early."
The other Commodores and Captains immediately shifted formations. "Third Formation! Anti-Air Preparations!"
The Marines quickly tightened their defensive line, cold sweat beading on every face.
Their original plan was to swiftly seize the Devil Fruit amidst the chaos, but now they had to face two top-tier Logia users simultaneously—one of whom was also a Mythical Zoan hybrid!
Enel watched the Marines' panicked state and lazily yawned, picking his ear.
Ron's indifferent voice came through the Den Den Mushi, amplified for the Marines to hear.
"Since they dare to come... let them stay. Hm? Interesting. They even managed to reach the laboratory sector? It seems I've underestimated the Marines' desperation."
Then the voice turned cold.
"Treat these Marines not as soldiers, but as thieves, those who dare come here to steal from the Divine Kingdom must be prepared to die."
"Understood~"
Enel grinned widely, his golden staff suddenly erupting with brilliant lightning.
"Divine Judgment: Ten Million Volt Vari!"
The entire sky was instantly covered with thunderclouds, and tens of thousands of lightning bolts poured down like torrential rain.
The Armament Haki defenses hastily erected by the Marines were like paper against the Logia's ultimate destructive power.
Screams immediately pierced the heavens as the formation broke.
Seizing the opportunity, Crocodile swung his golden hook, sending sand clones charging toward the disorganized Marines.
"Sandstorm: Funeral Dirge!"
Under this dual assault of heavenly lightning and grinding sand, the supposedly elite Marine Special Operations Unit was instantly routed.
The Vice Admirals' faces instantly turned grim as iron.
Momonga's pupils constricted sharply, Doberman's scars appeared even more ferocious on his tense face, and Onigumo's eight long swords simultaneously emitted uneasy vibrations.
They were being slaughtered.
"Strawberry and the infiltration team... have been exposed," Momonga forced the words through clenched teeth, his right hand unconsciously gripping his sword hilt.
A flash of ruthlessness crossed Doberman's single eye.
"It seems the plan has changed. We must buy time."
His rough fingers touched his molar, where the World Government's latest forbidden development—provided by Dr. Vegapunk under duress—was hidden.
Onigumo's six mechanical arms simultaneously deployed with cold metallic scraping sounds.
"No time to hesitate."
The three Vice Admirals exchanged a resolute glance and simultaneously crushed the capsule hidden in their teeth.
The Third-Generation Green Blood: Prototype Y.
Instantly, an indescribable bitterness exploded in their mouths—a taste like rotting seaweed mixed with rust—causing their facial muscles to twist uncontrollably.
"Urgh—!"
Doberman let out a low groan of pain, veins bulging on his neck.
Eerie black light seeped from every pore of their bodies, writhing across their skin like living creatures.
Most terrifying were their palms, where dark vortices gradually materialized, distorting and devouring the surrounding light.
This was the power of the Dark-Dark Fruit, temporarily replicated through lineage factors.
"Time is limited." Momonga fought against the nauseating turmoil inside him, his voice hoarse and echoing with a dual tone.
"We capture Enel alive. His Rumble-Rumble Fruit holds the highest value. Or we secure Crocodile—the Sand-Sand Fruit also has research value."
Doberman had already completed his transformation, his entire right arm turning into a pitch-black vortex.
"When the weakness period arrives... we'll be at their mercy. MOVE!"
The three simultaneously erupted with astonishing presence, the ground beneath their feet cracking under the immense pressure.
At this moment, they were like three ferocious beasts breaking free from their shackles, lunging toward the battlefield with the resolve to perish together.
Wherever the black light passed, even light itself was devoured, leaving behind only a chilling void.
In an instant, the entire battlefield was thrown into chaos!
Vice Admiral Doberman's right arm completely transformed into a pitch-black vortex, its terrifying suction devouring the swirling sands.
Onigumo's eight long blades, wreathed in Armament Haki, sealed off all of Crocodile's escape routes like a spider's web.
"Desert Spada!"
Crocodile roared as he swung his sand blade, only for it to crumble upon contact with the black hole.
His pupils contracted sharply.
He had seen the Devil Fruit encyclopedia before and recalled this specific ability—the most evil power in existence.
The Dark-Dark Fruit?! How do three Marines have it?!
"Black Vortex!" Doberman roared.
An irresistible gravity pulled Crocodile out of his Sand Dragon form.
"What?!"
Before Crocodile could react, Onigumo was there.
He predicted the movement trajectory perfectly.
STAB!
Six blades simultaneously pierced Crocodile's solid body, bypassing his defenses entirely because the darkness had nullified his Devil Fruit powers.
"Urgh!"
Crocodile spat out a mouthful of blood.
Even more deadly, several Marine Captains seized the opportunity to throw Seastone chains, accurately entangling his limbs while he was solidified.
"Despicable Marines!"
Crocodile struggled madly, attempting to summon his Mythical Zoan strength, but the combination of Darkness and Seastone completely drained him.
Finally, with a heavy CLICK, specially made Seastone handcuffs locked around his wrists.
The Warlord fell to his knees, captured.
Simultaneously, the battle between Momonga and Enel reached its climax.
Enel transformed into lightning, flickering across the battlefield, but each time he reappeared, Momonga predicted his position with Observation Haki.
"El Thor!"
Enel angrily summoned a massive pillar of lightning, only for it to be completely absorbed by the black hole in Momonga's palm.
"Useless," Momonga said coldly, the darkness swirling around him like a cloak.
He suddenly accelerated using Soru.
His black hole palm grazed Enel's shoulder.
"Darkness Impact!"
CRUNCH!
That brief contact alone sent Enel's mind reeling, his head buzzing—because his lightning powers had been temporarily sealed, turning him into a normal human for a split second.
"Damn it! What is this sorcery?!"
Enel felt real pain for the first time in years. Blood sprayed from his shoulder.
Realizing the danger, Enel immediately made a decision.
He swept his golden staff toward Momonga's head to create distance.
Momonga's expression changed as he released his grip to dodge the physical strike.
In that split second, the seal broke.
ZAP!
Enel transformed into a bolt of lightning and fled toward the sky before the other Marines could encircle him.
A trail of blood splattered through the air, but he ultimately escaped the encirclement, retreating to the upper islands.
The battlefield suddenly fell silent.
The Marines panted heavily as they looked at the subdued Crocodile and the bloodstains left by Enel's escape.
The side effects of the Third-Generation Green Blood drug began to manifest for the first time.
The black aura faded, leaving the three Vice Admirals deathly pale and trembling.
"First time using it really takes a toll..." Momonga forced himself to stand straight, wiping black residue from his lips.
"But the effects are undeniable."
"Retreat now!" Doberman barked, clutching his chest. "We only have a few hours before the total fatigue sets in... but that's enough to return to the warship with the prisoner."
The Marines quickly hoisted the unconscious Crocodile and withdrew, moving with desperate speed.
This heart-pounding surprise battle ultimately ended in a pyrrhic victory for the Marines.
As for Enel, who had escaped, he now hovered high above, clutching his injured shoulder with the fury in his eyes promising divine retribution...