The Red Line.
Mary Geoise.
The name of the Holy Land had a long history. Saint Saturn drifted down, looking utterly bedraggled.
His spirit merged with his body, the two finally becoming one.
Shane had tossed this body onto the battlefield from before the Pirate Expo.
It had long since become a deserted, abandoned island, with nothing left on it.
They had never considered it at first. After all, it was where Saint Garling of the Holy Knights had fallen-a place of utter humiliation.
Only after learning the outcome were they filled with hatred and rage.
Unfortunately, to keep Saint Saturn from summoning the other Five Elders, Shane had been forced to use the Paw-Paw Fruit to repel and separate his body and soul, then send them flying to other places in the world.
If he could travel around the world once, he could send them wherever he pleased. Saint Saturn would probably need several years at least to find his body.
"What a disgrace. Fortunately, judging by the intelligence, that brat is dead beyond any doubt."
Saint Saturn sighed. This time, if not for his immortal body and Imu's power...
Even ten lives would not have been enough.
"After that fellow defeated Garp, I fear even We together would have been no match for him."
"The years have made us far too unaccustomed to fighting. We are no longer what we once were."
"No, Saint Saturn's domain was always science. In strength, he ranks below even the Warrior God of the Environment, let alone us."
"So what? However strong your sword or his fists might be, could they surpass an Emperor of the Sea?"
"At our peak back then, our strength was no different from theirs."
"Indeed. Fighting so rarely is our weakness. With more training, returning to our