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Holy Land of Mary Geoise 

A desolate wind swept across the red earth, kicking up a swirl of crimson dust. A piercing alarm shrieked through the air, echoing relentlessly.

"Gorōsei! The Black Winged Devil is here!" The sighting of the floating island chain several kilometers out sent Mary Geoise into a frenzy.

Guards screamed in terror, their voices overlapping in a cacophony of fear. Within moments, a swirling spatial vortex appeared near Mary Geoise's main gate.

The voices of Gorōsei. The Highest Authorities of the World Government, emanated from within. The Elder in the dark blue suit, his hair and beard as white as snow, emerged first, followed by the Elder in the black suit, and finally, the Elder with the aristocratic curled hair.

"Calm yourselves! There's no need for alarm. It's no surprise that monster showed up. We've made thorough preparations," Saint Topman, raising a hand. The spatial vortex slowly closed, revealing his Devil Fruit ability – a Spatial-type, even rarer than a Mythical Zoan.

"This time, he won't escape," the Elder in the dark blue suit seethed, his voice laced with killing intent.

"Indeed," Jaygarcia Saturn, grinned confidently. "Even if his power is immense, we have generations of accumulated strength. And besides," Saint Topman Warcury, added with a smug smile, "We have Imu-sama."

"Precisely. We've concentrated all of Mary Geoise's forces here. He won't escape," the bald Elder declared, his eyes flashing with ruthlessness.

"Besides the Five of us, we also have the Army's three Admirals, Isaac, and other Admiral-level fighters, as well as Cipher Pol. We will stop those villains here. He will not set foot in Pangaea Castle, not even half a step into Mary Geoise," the Elder in the dark blue suit, Marcus Mars, declared resolutely.

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"Hahaha… I'm quite curious to taste the blood of a devil," three imposing men, each over three meters tall, declared, their voices deep and resonant with power.

"A soul-eating devil, you say? I want to see if he lives up to the legends," a man whose muscles bulged like pythons, his body encased in high-tech equipment, grinned.

This was Isaac, the Notorious Warden of Jail Island. His strength surpassed even Magellan's, placing him firmly at the Admiral level.

"Then we'll have you lead the vanguard," Marcus Mars said with a smile, choosing not to elaborate on the true threat they faced. They would understand soon enough, likely with their lives.

"Gorōsei!"

"Incoming! An island… islands are approaching!" A lookout screamed from the ramparts. A colossal shadow suddenly loomed overhead. Thirty-three massive islands descended from the sky, seemingly out of nowhere.

Or perhaps they had been there all along, hidden at an altitude of ten thousand meters, now finally revealing themselves and hurtling towards Mary Geoise.

The Five Elders and the assembled Admiral-level fighters watched in stunned silence as the islands, large enough to cover all of Mary Geoise, plummeted towards them.

Marcus Mars took a deep breath and issued a command through a Transponder Snail, his voice reaching every corner of the holy land and the surrounding network of war fortresses.

"Do not panic! This doesn't require Imu-sama's intervention. All hands, prepare to fire!"

As his command echoed, countless beams of concentrated energy lanced skyward, converging into devastating blasts of light that riddled the descending islands, creating gaping holes in their landmasses. Blinding laser beams flashed.

BOOM!

Rumble… Rumble… Rumble…

In a deafening cacophony of explosions, the massive islands, before even reaching Mary Geoise, were blasted into fragments.

"I'll take care of the rest," Saint Topman Warcury declared, clasping his hands together. A swirling spatial vortex opened before him, absorbing the falling debris.

"Release…"

A shower of shattered rock rained down, the remnants of the pulverized islands. Topman's massive spatial vortex shifted, opening over the New World, unleashing a torrent of debris and triggering massive tsunamis.

"Uralalala… Is that the Black Winged Devil? The one they call the strongest freak in history? Rumor has it he Devours Souls. he should be quite durable, wouldn't you say?" Isaac chuckled darkly.

"Kuhahaha… Strongest Mythical Zoan or not, Devil Fruit users are powerless against my Seastone battle suit," one of the Army Admirals boasted.

"Indeed. Our High-tech Battle suits are forged from Seastone. No matter how strong his abilities, he can't break through Seastone," the other Army Admiral added confidently.

The three Elders exchanged knowing smiles, their earlier apprehension replaced by amusement. While they had spoken bravely, they had been deeply uneasy about facing Ian. After all, he had casually defeated figures like Shanks, Charlotte Linlin, Kaido, and Shiki.

While the World Government possessed hidden reserves of strength, the warriors they could summon even at Admiral-level, had declined significantly over time.

Their current power was somewhere between Vice Admiral and Emperor's Commander level, not sufficient for a battle against a true Admiral or Emperor.

They could, however, serve as a distraction, buying them time. That's why, upon seeing Ian's attack, the Elders had immediately dispatched half their Admiral-level forces to delay him while the remaining forces prepared for a decisive confrontation.

"What a fool, coming alone," Saint Topman Warcury sneered, a predatory glint in his eyes.

"Indeed. He's practically begging for death. Attack!!!!!"

"No need for words. Crush him! With me here, you can fight without worry…" Marcus Mars declared, waving his hand dismissively. Jaygarcia Saturn's face relaxed.

"Hahaha… How reassuring."

Isaac, knowing Marcus's seemingly invincible ability, stepped forward with a grin.

"Hey, Black Winged Devil! Let's see what you're made of!" he roared, the demonic markings on his face contorting into a grotesque smile.

The high-tech equipment on his legs ignited, propelling him towards Ian with explosive force. As he charged, his Armor emitted plumes of scalding steam, forming a demonic specter that pressed down with immense pressure, cracking the blood-soaked earth beneath him.

BOOM!

Ian, facing Isaac's ferocious onslaught, remained impassive. He clenched his right fist, and the air around him seemed to crackle with energy. With a resounding boom, his fist shot out like a meteor, propelled by immense force.

RUMBLE!

The World Shook. The entire Red Line trembled as if struck by a magnitude 12 earthquake. A vast cloud of dust and debris erupted, blotting out the sky.

A sickening thud echoed through the air as flesh met flesh. A powerful vortex of wind erupted from the center of the dust cloud, dispersing the debris and revealing the aftermath of the clash.

Ian stood there, his right hand holding Isaac, the Admiral-level warden of Jail Island, in a vice-like grip. With a single blow, a single hand, he had subdued a powerhouse of the sea. The sheer display of power sent a wave of shock and awe through the onlookers. Silence descended upon the battlefield.

"Who do you think you're dealing with?" Ian's voice, cold and devoid of emotion, echoed through the air.

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High above the Red Line, before the gates of Mary Geoise, a massive crater, hundreds of meters wide, marked the point of impact. Within the crater, Ian held Isaac, pinned beneath his hand.

A single strike, a single hand, had been enough to subdue a top-tier fighter. The display of overwhelming power instilled fear and reverence in all who witnessed it.

"Damn it!" Isaac roared. Even with the protection of his High-Tech Armor, the immense pressure threatened to crush him, his mind reeling from the overwhelming force. Even more Scary, his battle suit, his pride and joy, was nearing its breaking point.

Even the armor designed to absorb infinite impact was struggling to contain Ian's boundless strength. If not for the timely intervention of a CP0 Admiral, diverting Ian's attention, his prized battle suit would have shattered.

"What… what kind of monster are you?!" Isaac stammered, his voice trembling with fear, his body on the verge of collapse. The earlier arrogance had vanished, replaced by pure terror.

"The title of 'Devil' isn't earned lightly." Ian grinned, then kicked Isaac, sending him flying like a projectile, crashing into the wall of Mary Geoise.

He remembered Isaac. In the original timeline, he had been recruited alongside Fujitora two years after the Summit War. Here, he had been summoned early, serving as warden for quite some time.

There was only one explanation.

Isaac had simply chosen the wrong side. And for that, Ian spared his life.

"Something's wrong… Terribly wrong," Marcus Mars muttered, his eyes fixed on Ian, his face a mask of disbelief and apprehension. He ignored the groaning Isaac buried beneath the rubble.

"How… how did he become this powerful? This is… unnatural. What has he done?" Saint Topman Warcury and the other Elders shook their heads in fear and disbelief.

Just six months ago, even with Whitebeard's assistance, Ian had struggled against the Emperors. Now, he could casually defeat an Admiral-level opponent.

"Heh…"

"Gorōsei. Are you afraid?" Ian's voice, cold as ice, cut through the air.

"Don't be ridiculous! Today, you will die! You are the one who should be afraid!" the Elders retorted, trying to maintain a facade of bravery.

"Heh… Then allow me to savor this a little more. This petty squabble isn't even a warm-up," Ian said, advancing towards them.

As he approached, the World Government forces stationed at the gates of Mary Geoise began to show signs of panic.

"What are you afraid of?! Show some backbone! After expending so much power, how much strength can he possibly have left?"

"All forces, attack!" Marcus Mars commanded, his eyes flashing with cold determination. The World Government forces launched their strongest attacks.

"Just what I wanted." Ian's green eyes flickered with a rare spark of battle lust. He casually swatted aside the two charging Army Admirals, sending them flying hundreds of meters.

Within moments, however, they returned, their auras still strong, their Seastone battle suits undamaged, having absorbed and dissipated the force of his blows.

"Is that all you've got, Black Winged Devil? How disappointing," they taunted, smirking as if they had seen through his power. Their confidence stemmed from their seemingly invincible armor.

"Seastone, you say? Let me show you how to deal with this." As Ian spoke, a horrifying wave of Sword Energy erupted, splitting the very Sky as if tearing open a wound.

His index finger, which had momentarily transformed into a Blade, returned to normal. He hadn't even bothered to draw his Zanpakuto, instead utilizing the power of Mr. 1's Dice-Dice Fruit, which he had absorbed long ago.

"What…?" The two Army Admirals, sensing the overwhelming power emanating from Ian, their earlier confidence shattered, replaced by stark terror. Every cell in their bodies screamed danger.

"You fools! Dodge!" Marcus Mars roared in warning.

Too late.

A geyser of blood erupted, reaching ten meters into the air. The Seastone battle suits of the two Army Admirals were sliced open, their hardened bodies, reinforced with Busōshoku no Haki, cleaved in two. Ghastly wounds, extending from their shoulders to their abdomens, nearly bisected them, exposing ribs, intestines, and vital organs.

"AAAAAHHHHH!" Their screams pierced the air.

Before they could hit the ground, the third Army Admiral, a towering giant of a man, appeared, catching them and carrying them to Marcus Mars. "Gorōsei," he said grimly.

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