Click! Click! Click!
In an instant, Seastone handcuffs bound Vegapunk and the many satellites behind him one by one.
With a thud, as a Brain-Brain Fruit user, Vegapunk was overwhelmed by weakness. His face turned ashen.
"Main body! Damn it, Atlas, move!"
Shaka cried out. Just as Atlas, who embodied fury, was about to twist her mechanical body free, an unexpected change suddenly occurred.
Whoosh...
The golden sand came alive, like winding streams converging into a sea, burying every satellite along with the main body beneath the flowing gold.
"It's useless. These gold sands are mixed with minerals from deep underground. Not only are they incomparably hard, but they have also been given gold's malleability."
"Dr. Vegapunk, thank you for your contributions to the World Government. In return, remain here and witness the end of the Age of Pirates."
"Furthermore, we will officially take over the authority chips for the Seraphim and Pacifistas..."
Just as Saint Jaygarcia Saturn intended to continue, a detached voice made the Five Elders frown deeply.
"Stop wasting time. Depart now."
"Now? Isn't that too hasty? The most crucial figure has yet to appear. If we show ourselves first..."
Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro questioned loudly, but his voice gradually lost its confidence.
Because the water mirror in the child's hand was reflecting an enormous, strangely shaped ship tearing through the clouds as it descended from the sky.
"No, the timing is perfect. He has already arrived..."
Within the golden sand, the weakened Vegapunk struggled to raise his head. His pupils instantly trembled, and certain buried memories awakened at that moment.
"Those... those eyes are!"
"This is my supreme creation—the strongest blade, tasked with commanding all Seraphim and Pacifistas!"
His words brimmed with pride. Saint Jaygarcia Saturn's smile did not fade as he introduced it to Vegapunk