A searing golden laser beam tore through the air without warning, shooting out of the distant clouds behind Boer! It moved so fast that it had almost reached the back of his head the instant it appeared.
Boer did not even turn around. His head merely tilted slightly to the left, following a faint ripple in his magnetic perception.
Hiss-!
The scorching laser skimmed his silver-white hair and blasted a bottomless molten crater into the rock face of the Red Line farther away, sending up wisps of smoke.
Boer slowly turned toward the direction of the attack, an amused smile appearing on his face. "Oh? Are you planning to have the Navy join our little game of... 'friendly sparring' too? Has Fleet Admiral Sengoku finally grown restless?"
At the edge of the sky, a golden streak closed the distance at astonishing speed, coming clearly into view in just a few flashes. The light faded, revealing Borsalino's tall, thin figure. His hands were in his pockets, his trademark sunglasses reflecting the dazzling light high above the ground. The corners of his mouth drooped as usual, and his voice retained its lazy drawl:
"Oh~ How frightening. Fleet Admiral Sengoku saw all these thunderstorms and Demon Gods in the sky over here, like a fireworks show, and worried about the 'Holy Land's' safety. He insisted these old bones hurry over and take a look."
His gaze swept over the Five Elders floating in the air, their auras fluctuating and their clothes torn, particularly the lingering scorch marks and wounds that had yet to heal completely.
His eyes flickered almost imperceptibly behind his sunglasses. "It seems... I've come at a bad time? Have I interrupted your lordships' fun?"
Saint Saturn was just about to demand harshly why the Navy had sent only one Admiral