The other Gorosei had no time to spare for Saint Peter's forlorn expression. Only Buggy showed him a little concern.
"Where did I leave that Sand Worm again?"
Buggy took his time fighting the Gorosei, entering his devil-like form alongside them. The same drifting black flame almost seemed to say they were on the same side.
But the Gorosei had long since lost all tolerance for Joker's existence.
Buggy tossed aside his shattered knife, bent his right arm, then slammed it toward Saturn.
Cracks rapidly spread through the air.
His left arm split into streams of Gas Ghosts, meeting the eerie flames head-on.
While his body parts each did their own thing, Buggy continued earnestly searching his memory. "I think the tsunami swept him away."
He had forgotten to retrieve that half of the Sand Worm back on Momoiro Island...
He had no reason to lie.
Realizing this, Saint Peter visibly flushed with anger, slapping the armrests of his wheelchair.
"Joker! You're going to die this time!"
"You've completely destroyed the balance! All order must be rebuilt, and everyone who gets purged should remember you as the sinner responsible!"
Saint Peter resorted to verbal attacks, trying to provoke Joker.
But once Buggy finished recalling what had happened, he paid Saint Peter no more attention. After a few perfunctory murmurs of acknowledgment, his head abruptly flew straight toward Saint Nusjuro.
The Horse Bone elder had already knocked aside the Kami-bashi slash. He turned to find Joker's head before him.
His swordsman's instincts made him swing immediately.
But Joker seemed to have anticipated it, splitting his head in two beforehand to evade the slash. Only the underworld chill carried by Saint Nusjuro's swing coated his head in frost.
"How's your skull holding up?"
Buggy's head stitched itself back together before the Horse