As Guina finished speaking, she lightly flicked her wrist, and the Wado Ichimonji sword drew a beautiful arc in the air.
As the sword moved, the blood on it seemed to be pulled by an unseen force, falling off the sword completely and dropping to the ground.
Then, Guina quickly put the sword back in its sheath, the whole thing smooth and without any hesitation.
At the same time, on Garling Saint's severed left arm, there was a disgusting wriggling of muscles, and a new arm grew out at a speed visible to the naked eye.
However, even though his body was quickly healing, Garling Saint's face was still very serious.
He stared at Guina, thinking about what she had said.
...she seemed to know the weakness of his regeneration ability.
He was very concerned about this important information.
While Garling Saint was still thinking, Guina suddenly turned around and walked out of the door without hesitation.
Surprisingly, the mysterious space that Garling Saint couldn't leave no matter how hard he tried yesterday, now had no effect on Guina.
She walked lightly and easily, and disappeared through the door in an instant.
Garling Saint didn't come back to his senses until Guina's figure had completely disappeared.
He finally realized that the thrilling battle with Guina was over.
And what awaited him next?
Thinking of this,
Garling Saint couldn't help but shiver.
As expected, almost as soon as Guina left, Ryuen's figure appeared like a ghost in the space where he was.
The moment Garling Saint's eyes met Ryuen's, his pupils shrank like a needle.
Because he knew very well that Ryuen had come to end his life.
But, the next moment, all the fear on his face disappeared, replaced by a very calm expression.
Although he knew he couldn't resist Ryuen's terrifying flames, as one of the Five Elders and the leader of the God's Knights.
He had his own pride!
Just then, Ryuen took out two bottles of alcohol from somewhere.
He lightly flicked his wrist, and one of the bottles flew in a beautiful arc straight towards Garling Saint.
Garling Saint reacted almost instinctively, reaching out and catching the flying bottle accurately.
"This is just ordinary rum, I wonder if you're used to drinking it?" Ryuen asked casually, then sat down cross-legged not far from Garling Saint with a flourish.
Garling Saint stared deeply at the mysterious Ryuen in front of him, and after a moment of silence, he slowly crossed his legs and sat on the ground in the same posture.
It should be noted that this kind of sitting posture was something Garling Saint, who was always proud and arrogant, had never done before.
"Humph, don't underestimate me! I'm not the same as those guys!" Garling Saint said sternly with a serious face.
After saying this, he opened the bottle of alcohol without hesitation, then tilted his head back and drank it in large gulps.
In the blink of an eye, half a bottle of alcohol had flowed into his stomach, making a gurgling sound.
Ryuen looked at this scene, and he felt that this old man was indeed a little different.
Slowly looking away, he also opened the bottle in his hand and drank it in large gulps.
"Ryuen," Garling Saint stared at the person in front of him with bright eyes and slowly said,
"It seems that we really underestimated you. Even Lord Imu probably didn't expect that you would have such ability."
He paused and continued, "The Navy, the Revolutionary Army, Vegapunk... it's really unexpected that these forces could be gathered together by you. Presumably, you have a big plan this time. And your purpose is obvious—that is to try to overthrow our World Government! Am I wrong?"
Ryuen's expression remained unchanged, meeting Garling Saint's gaze, and calmly replied:
"What you said is true. For eight hundred years, the World Government controlled by you Celestial Dragons has become rotten. To be honest, we didn't have much interest in how you govern this world. However, the mistake you made was that you shouldn't have attacked us, because you blocked the way forward for our Dream Exploration Team!"
For a time, the atmosphere became tense.
Garling Saint didn't respond to Ryuen's words immediately, but looked at him deeply, as if wanting to see through his eyes and understand the true thoughts in the depths of his heart.
Then, he picked up the bottle again and unhesitatingly tilted his head and drank the remaining half of the bottle in one gulp.
"Ha~ good alcohol!"
"I really didn't expect that this kind of inexpensive alcohol, which is regarded as an ordinary drink by many pirates, could have such a rich and mellow taste." Garling Saint said with some emotion with a slightly drunk look on his face.
Ryuen was also silent at this time, he stood there quietly, watching the person in front of him who was considered a hero in the hearts of the Celestial Dragons.
A low and slightly mocking laugh came from Garling Saint's mouth:
"Hehehe... Do you people naively think that as long as you successfully overthrow the World Government established by us Celestial Dragons, the whole world will develop as smoothly as you wish? Humph, I can say with certainty that it is absolutely impossible! All your efforts now are just paving the way for others. That man will come back sooner or later, and his so-called ideal will definitely not be more noble and grand than the great Lord Imu!"
Ryuen still did not respond to Garling Saint, he also picked up the bottle and drank the remaining alcohol in the bottle.
Then, he stood up and turned around to leave, but his steps suddenly stopped.
He slightly turned his head and said coldly:
"You're talking about Joy Boy, right? Maybe you're right, but you seem to have forgotten that he may not be able to come back. The deceased should rest in peace forever and should not return to the world!"
Hearing Ryuen mention Joy Boy, Garling Saint's eyes shook slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.
At this time, Ryuen had already walked out of this space.
The Setsuna Ryuen stepped out of the door, this space was instantly engulfed by platinum flames!
Garling Saint's figure stood still in the center of the flames.
The terrifying heat quickly burned Garling Saint to ashes, and Garling Saint did not say another word until his death.
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