Chapter 141 - CHAPTER 141:The Roger Pirates Arrive at the Valley of the Gods

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Deros's Phoenix Zoan-type Devil Fruit, while boasting incredible regenerative properties, primarily excels at healing external trauma—burns, slashes, and fractures.

However, when it comes to internal injuries, particularly ones inflicted by shockwaves or seismic vibrations, its healing lags significantly behind.

And Whitebeard, wielder of the Gura Gura no Mi, the strongest Paramecia-type Devil Fruit, specialized precisely in causing such damage.

His attacks ruptured Deros's internal organs directly—seismic energy shattering bones and tearing viscera from within. It was a kind of damage that regeneration struggled to keep up with.

Though Deros pushed the Phoenix's limits, repeated internal ruptures drained him immensely.

And so, despite his Devil Fruit's impressive healing, Deros finally succumbed—drained, broken, and defeated under Whitebeard's relentless onslaught.

With Deros's fall, the Marines lost another irreplaceable pillar of strength.

The first was Zephyr, now Deros—two of the top combatants under Naval Headquarters.

Yet despite that, the tide of battle had not tilted in favor of the Rocks Pirates.

In fact, the ordinary officers of the Rocks crew had been decimated in this massive war on the Valley of the Gods.

Only Kaido—the indomitable survivor—remained among the low-level elites.

As for the true mainstays of Rocks' might:

Ayr, Whitebeard, Golden Lion, Charlotte Linlin, Captain John, Silver Axe, Ochoku, and the others—

Though each bore wounds from their ongoing clashes, none had fallen.

Not yet.

As the battle between the Rocks and Marines escalated into all-out chaos, a deafening shout pierced the battlefield.

"Marshal Brownie!!!"

The call snapped the attention of many elite fighters toward the central clash—Rocks D. Xebec vs. Marshal Brownie.

What they saw stunned them.

Brownie was half-kneeling, his usually imposing form now drenched in blood, and one arm severed, lying useless on the battlefield.

He'd held on for long—but time and wounds had worn him down.

Rocks, looming above him, blood-soaked and terrifying, held his supreme-grade sword, its edge gleaming with both Haki and bloodlust.

"The battle ends here, Brownie."

"Rocks!!!" Brownie's voice was hoarse, his glare filled with fury and finality.

"SWISH!!!"

The blade came down, swift and ruthless.

Brownie was cleaved in two—a gory spray erupting from his torso as he fell before the tyrant of the sea.

The supreme commander of the Marines—slain.

And Rocks, soaked in blood, stood unmoving amidst the chaos, as if carved from the battlefield itself.

A war god. Unshakable. Unchallengeable.

"Marshal Brownie!!!"

"Even… even the Marshal is dead?!"

"Vice Admiral Zephyr was defeated, the Cipher Pol elites were wiped out, Deros was killed—and now Brownie?!"

"W-We're doomed! These Rocks pirates are… monsters!!"

Across the Marine forces, panic spread like wildfire.

The loss of their supreme commander shattered morale.

Elite soldiers began to tremble. Eyes widened with terror. Some clutched their weapons, some dropped them entirely.

"Jiehahaha… Captain Rocks really is terrifying," Golden Lion muttered, his eyes dark with calculation.

Though Rocks had killed Brownie, he was now riddled with wounds and slowing down.

Shiki was already making plans.

If no one among the Marines could take down Rocks, then he would do it himself.

For him, this war had always been about more than survival—it was about succession.

"I'd say we've already won the Valley of the Gods War," Charlotte Linlin smirked, her voice sweet and chilling.

She had been skirmishing with Garp all this time—but thanks to Zeus, her cloud homie, she'd kept her stamina high by using mobility and dodging rather than trading blows.

Her tactics were clear—stall, conserve energy, and strike when the time is right.

Just like Golden Lion, she too was waiting for the perfect moment—to backstab Rocks.

Not far from them, still locked in deadly combat with Kong, Ayr spared a glance toward the blood-soaked battlefield.

Eyes narrowing, he muttered, "So this is your strength, Rocks..."

In that instant, Ayr was convinced—

If the core members of the Rocks crew fought wholeheartedly for their captain, then yes… they could rule the world.

But only Ayr and Whitebeard truly shed blood for Rocks.

The others—Golden Lion, Linlin, John, Axe, Ochoku—they fought while calculating. Always looking for an opening. Always one foot out of loyalty.

Their betrayal was already written.

They would never allow Rocks to leave this island alive.

"Damn you, Rocks!!!"

Kong's roar broke Ayr's thoughts. The Admiral's veins pulsed across his forehead, his fury at a boiling point.

Brownie—their leader, their symbol—was dead.

And it was Rocks who stood over his corpse.

The battlefield froze in a strange tension.

And then—

Laughter. Loud, hearty laughter.

"Hahahaha! The Valley of the Gods sure is a mess!!!"

That voice—everyone recognized it.

Ayr instinctively turned toward the sound.

And there, on the coast—

A ship had docked.

Not just any ship—a massive galleon adorned with golden linings, with a distinctive Jolly Roger flying high.

A tall man stood at the bow—wearing an open red-pink shirt, with a straw hat perched on his head.

His grin split wide across his face.

Gol D. Roger.

"Crap… it's the Roger Pirates!!!"

"Wait—why are you panicking?! They're our allies today, idiots!"

"That's right! The Roger Pirates came to help us against the Rocks crew! They're reinforcements sent by the higher-ups!"

"YES!! With them here, we've got a real chance to win!"

"Let's wipe these monsters out—this is the Rocks pirates' last day!!!"

For a moment, when the Roger Pirates arrived, the Marines thought they were finished.

But then the truth struck—the Roger Pirates weren't here to fight the Marines… not today.

They were here to take down Rocks.

In the power vacuum left by Brownie's death, hope reignited.

Roger's reputation preceded him. After Rocks, he was the most fearsome pirate in the New World. His strength rivaled even Whitebeard.

The Marines' morale surged.

Their despair turned to fire.

Roger's crew disembarked—Rayleigh, Scopper Gaban, Seagull, Jabba, and many more elite pirates leapt down and stormed into the warzone.

"Long time no see, Ayr!" Roger's voice boomed as he waved toward the young warrior.

Ayr took a single step back from Kong, grinning slightly as he met Roger's gaze.

"Roger… So we meet again."

It had indeed been a long time—not since their last skirmish, in a battle where neither truly held back.

But now, in the heart of chaos, they were on the same side… if only temporarily.

The Valley of the Gods… was about to become even more hellish.

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