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Saint Sommers' face was cold and hard, though deep in his eyes lay a trace of helplessness and wariness.
This was the "thankless task" Saint Garling had assigned him—holding back Garp, the biggest "unstable factor."
He knew he might not be Garp's match, but as long as he could delay him for even a moment, that would be victory.
In truth, when he heard Saint Garling order him to block Garp, Saint Sommers felt ten thousand refusals in his heart—but with the Five Elders all present, he could neither refuse nor dare to.
"Get out of my way! Scum!!"
Garp roared in fury, wasting no words. His iron fist, wrapped in top-tier Armament Haki, shot forward like a cannonball straight toward Saint Sommers' face!
At that moment, only one thought filled his mind: anyone who stood between him and saving his son was an enemy!
Saint Sommers hastily raised his thorned mace to block, but how terrifying was the force behind Garp's rage-fueled strike!
A dull "bang" rang out—Saint Sommers, man and weapon together, was smashed flying by the punch, blood spraying from his mouth as he crashed through a massive section of rock wall!
One punch, and he was already gravely wounded!
Yet that brief two or three seconds—of being blocked, counterattacking, and charging forward—was, for top-tier powerhouses, enough to decide life and death!
Roger, Rocks, Whitebeard, Rayleigh, Gaban, and the others reacted with incredible speed.
The instant the light screen vanished, they had already entered combat readiness. But Saint Warcury's all-out, reckless charge, combined with the God's Knights members' mad-dog-like, disregard-for-life onslaught!
had indeed disrupted their formation in that split second, preventing them from immediately rushing to Dragon's aid.
In the sky above, Kaido, Big Mom, Golden Lion Shiki, and Giant King Harald had intended to dive down for support—only to be intercepted by Saint Mars, who had already taken to the air and transformed into his Itsumade form!
Saint Mars' wings beat furiously; countless feathers burning with eerie flames poured down like a rainstorm, covering an enormous area and forcing the four to either temporarily evade or counter—temporarily pinned down as well!
It seemed everyone's rescue had arrived one fatal beat too late!
Saint Saturn's eyes gleamed with cruelty and delight—he was the final hand to carry out the "execution"!
His tentacles, coated in purple-black toxin and tipped with razor sharpness, tore through the air carrying a nauseating stench—like the scythe of the Grim Reaper!
They stabbed viciously straight toward the collapsed, barely mobile Dragon, and toward the three he shielded with his dying effort—Ivankov, Ginny, and Bartholomew Kuma!
"The sinful bloodline of D! You, your damned future son, and that Buccaneer brat… today, right here, you will be completely purged!!"
Saint Saturn's voice was hoarse and cold, pronouncing their doom.
"Paw-Paw Impact!"
Kuma gritted his teeth and, with every ounce of strength left, aimed both paw pads at the incoming tentacles—releasing two shockwaves.
Yet his current power was far from the future "Tyrant"; the shockwaves only slightly deflected the tentacles before being easily dispersed!
"Damn it…"
Despair flashed in Kuma's eyes. He wanted to use his ability to send Ivankov and the others flying away, but the tentacles were simply too fast—there was no time!
Ivankov and Ginny clung tightly to each other, faces pale, eyes filled with fear yet also defiance.
Dragon stared fixedly at the approaching lethal tentacles. There was no fear in his eyes—only towering rage and unwillingness. With his last strength, he roared: "Saint Saturn!!!"
That roar carried bone-deep hatred and an accusation against the injustice of fate!
"Is this the end?"
Almost everyone believed that Dragon's fate—and the fate of those three children—would be sealed in the next instant.
However…
"Jee ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!"
"Ga ba ba ba ba ba ba!!!"
Two thunderous, rugged, and heroic bursts of laughter suddenly exploded from the battlefield's edge, near the forest!
Before the laughter faded, two towering figures—like moving fortresses—charged into the center of the battlefield at a speed completely disproportionate to their size!
Wherever they passed, the ground cracked and dust soared into the sky!
Kids, look who's here [If the timeline doesn't match, just treat it as the author's headcanon!! Headcanon! Headcanon!]
"Harald! You weren't kidding! There really is an incredible 'banquet' going on here! This is too much fun!!"
One giant, wearing a horned helmet, wielding a massive axe, and sporting a full beard, roared with laughter.
"Jee ha ha ha ha ha! Exactly! But Harald, you sent the message way too late! This place is so remote—it was a real pain getting here for us brothers!"
The other giant, wielding a giant sword and sporting a long beard, chimed in with a complaining tone—but far more excitement at having found something fun.
The newcomers were none other than Elbaf's legendary giant warriors, the former captains of the Giant Warrior Pirates, and Giant King Harald's childhood best friends:
"Blue Ogre" Dorry and "Red Ogre" Brogy!
"Dorry! Brogy! You arrived just in time!!"
Harald—still pinned in midair by Saint Mars—saw his old friends appear and shouted in wild joy, the pressure on his heart instantly lightening.
Dorry and Brogy swept their gazes across the field and immediately locked onto the most sinister presence—Saint Saturn, who was about to deliver a killing blow to a defenseless target.
Both giants' faces twisted in disgust at the same moment.
"Hey, Brogy—that weird-looking, ugly freak over there is the enemy, right?" Dorry pointed at Saint Saturn.
"Yeah, no doubt! Just looking at him you can tell he's no good! And he's bullying kids and injured people! Unforgivable!" Brogy nodded vigorously.
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!!"
"Right!!"
The two giants were perfectly in sync—no words needed. They simultaneously unleashed earth-shaking battle cries!
Their colossal bodies leaped upward. Though they couldn't jump very high, the sheer momentum was terrifying. The giant sword and giant axe—each comparable to a warship's mast—crossed in midair in a perfect arc!
"Sun Saw!!!"
The ultimate combined strike of Dorry and Brogy—the century-long "arch-rivals" and best friends—fusing all their power, Haki, and battle will!
At the center where giant sword and giant axe crossed, ferocious, unmatched Haki and pure physical force were compressed to the extreme, forming a visible blade of energy!
That energy saw blade carried the terrifying might to cleave mountains and split seas. With lightning speed, it slashed straight toward Saint Saturn's waist as he prepared to strike!
Saint Saturn had been entirely focused on Dragon—he never expected such overwhelming, sudden force to come from the front!
By the time he realized it, the destructive energy saw was already upon him!
"What?!!"
Saint Saturn barely had time to pull back some tentacles for defense and try to harden with Armament Haki.
But the power of Dorry and Brogy's joint strike far exceeded his hasty estimation!
"Shrrrrrr!!!!"
A teeth-grinding slicing sound rang out!
The brilliant energy saw blade cut through Saint Saturn's hastily formed tentacle defense and partial body Haki like a hot knife through butter—then slammed solidly into his Gyuki form's midsection!
"Pfft!!!"
Saint Saturn let out a shrill, inhuman scream!
His massive Gyuki body was actually severed at the waist by that single "Sun Saw"!
The upper half—with a massive gash—was hurled away by the terrifying impact, crashing into a distant cliff face like a rag doll and embedding deeply—alive or dead unknown!
The lower half collapsed limply to the ground, twitched a few times, and went still.
One strike!
Just one strike!
One of the Five Elders—Saint Saturn, representing the scientific defense deity—was cut clean in half on the spot by the suddenly arriving Dorry and Brogy, with overwhelming, crushing force!
This heaven-shaking reversal brought a momentary dead silence to the entire God Valley battlefield.
Everyone still fighting—whether the Five Elders, God's Knights, or Roger, Rocks, Garp, and the others—
All stared in shock at the two war-god-like giants standing protectively in front of Dragon, still holding their slashing poses!
Blue Ogre Dorry flicked nonexistent blood from his giant sword and grinned: "One down!"
Red Ogre Brogy shouldered his axe and looked toward the remaining four Elders—Saint Mars, Saint Nusjuro, Saint Peter—with clear malice: "Next… which one do we cut?"
The terrifying combat power of the Giant race—and the sudden intervention of this legendary duo!
In an instant, it shattered the Five Elders' meticulously planned "decapitation" operation and violently tilted the battlefield balance toward the pirates and resistance alliance!
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