"This is Mary Geoise," Saint Salika said slowly. "Eight hundred years. Eight hundred years of buildings, eight hundred years of order, eight hundred years of accumulated spite, death, and despair. Deep within the Nether Hall, in a place no one knows of, the grudges left behind by the slaves tortured to death by the Celestial Dragons have coalesced into an ocean of death energy over these eight hundred years. And my power is to collect, condense, and release that death energy."
He walked toward Gan Ning, each step leaving a gray footprint on the floor. His eye sockets, burning with ghostly flames, stared at Gan Ning as though sizing up an interesting piece of prey.
"Zoan, Human-Human Fruit, Mythical Zoan, Death God Form," he said. "The first generation of members at the founding of the Holy Knights were all personally granted Mythical Zoan Fruits by Lord Imu. The purpose of my existence is to clean up the battlefield whenever the World Government needs it."
When he said "clean up the battlefield," his tone was as calm as if he were commenting on the fine weather.
Gan Ning flexed his fingers. Armament Haki had already completely dispelled that icy sensation. He tucked his Twin Halberds back into his belt and rolled his neck, producing a crisp crack.
"The Death God, huh?" He grinned. "Perfect. After all those years beneath the sea, what kind of monster haven't I seen? A fraud playing at being a god like you-"
His figure vanished again.
This time, Gan Ning did not attack Saint Salika directly. Instead, he targeted the ground beneath his feet. His right fist slammed into the water with terrifying force, unleashing the Kyogre Fruit's power without restraint. All the water in the channel instantly boiled, swelled, and then-
Boom-!
A column of