Chapter 409: Recycling the Devil Power

The World Conference convened by the former World Government, held once every four years, summoned the monarchs of fifty member nations to gather at Mary Geoise,

to jointly discuss matters of world security and order.

In short.

The kings who have now arrived at the Sky City, the vast majority of whom had never participated in a World Conference before.

But what they have seen and heard at this World Conference...

The Red Line severed by Saint Saint Saint Saiwen's single sword strike, the various strange phenomena and divine miracles of the Holy Land Sky City, and the imminent public execution of the Five Elders.

Is enough to make them unforgettable for a lifetime.

A few months ago, the Five Elders were still the highest decision-makers of the World Government, holding dominion over this great sea.

A few months later, the Five Elders, as tumors of the old era, are about to be publicly executed at the Holy Land Sky City.

Such a vast difference between before and after, how can it not make one sigh with emotion.

Sky City, inside the Heavenly Prison.

Saint Saint Saiwen personally cooked, preparing some fish balls he loved most in his childhood, to see off the Five Elders.

Saint Saint Saiwen did not intend to mock the Five Elders with this; he simply offered the final farewell to the rulers of the old era in the most simple way.

"We were friends once; I have come to see you off."

In fact, the Five Elders possessed a very clear awareness of the sins they bore.

From the moment they were thrown into the Heavenly Prison, they understood.

Regardless of whether Saint Saint Saint Saiwen intended to spare them, in the face of the magnificent momentum of the new regime sweeping across the seas, they, the rulers of the old era, were destined to die without doubt.

As long as they did not die one day, the Marines could not rest easy, the Revolutionary Army could not rest easy, and those member nations that had defected and surrendered could not rest easy.

It was just unavoidable that they felt somewhat unwilling.

The World Government that ruled the world for eight hundred years vanished without a trace, and the former King of the World, Imu, was completely silent.

Inside the Heavenly Prison, steam slowly rose, and the aroma of warm bowls of fish balls spread faintly in the dim and cold Heavenly Prison.

The Five Elders each held a bowl, silent and speechless.

Having dealt with Saint Saint Saiwen for many years, the Five Elders naturally knew: Saint Saint Saiwen had once set up a stall selling fish balls to make a living in Housha Town, East Blue, during his childhood.

As for why he sold fish balls?

Perhaps it was because fish meat... was the only ingredient Saint Saint Saiwen could obtain as a child, and also the taste most familiar to Saint Saint Saiwen's childhood, fresh, fragrant, and bouncy, carrying the warmth of human life.

Yet the gentler this simple aroma became, the heavier the shadow beneath the Five Elders' feet appeared.

This was not a gift, nor forgiveness.

But the last trace of human breath for the rulers of the old era before walking to the execution ground.

The aroma lingered; life and death were inches apart.

"Eat while it's hot; once it cools, the fresh flavor will be gone."

Having spoken, Saint Saint Saiwen raised his hand and sat in the air; behind him, the thick, ink-like Devil Power churned continuously, and in the blink of an eye, a towering, pitch-black Wang Zuo solidified behind him.

Seeing this situation, the Five Elders' pupils contracted tightly.

"You... are you Saint Saint Saint Saiwen?"

"Or... are you my lord Imu?"

Although Imu had never displayed such methods, the Five Elders would not mistake Devil Power; that was an ability unique to Imu.

Could it be... could it be that Imu successfully occupied Saint Saint Saint Saiwen's body, and thus took the place of the rightful owner...

Otherwise, why would Imu be completely silent, while the Five Elders, who had formed a deep abyss contract with Imu, were completely unharmed?

The more the Five Elders thought, the more excited they became.

"What are you thinking?"

Saint Saint Saiwen played with the Devil Power at his fingertips: "Imu has been sent by me to seventeen years in the future; you should give up on that hope."

The reason he specifically came to the Heavenly Prison to see them off before the public execution of the Five Elders was that Saint Saint Saiwen intended to recover the Devil Power from the Five Elders and Garin.

Three months ago.

After forming the deep abyss contract with Imu, Saint Saint Saiwen's Human-Human Fruit, Mythical Zoan Type, Satan Form, successfully ascended to the Advanced Form.

Sufficient to recover the Devil Power from them without killing the Five Elders.

"Seventeen years in the future?" Satan understood clearly.

Saint Saint Saint Saiwen used the Age-Age Fruit ability to simulate the Time-Time Fruit ability, thereby sending Imu to seventeen years in the future.

Truly, it was a matter of timing and fate.

Because Saint Saint Saint Saiwen's Age-Age Fruit was precisely the one Satan had carefully selected years ago from the treasury of the Holy Land, and was personally delivered to Saint Saint Saint Saiwen by Kizaru...

Facing imminent death, Satan instead felt enlightened; perhaps being imprisoned for these three months had already prepared Satan mentally.

However, before dying, one must also drag someone down as a cushion.

"Where is Garin?"

"How does Saint Saint Saint Saiwen intend to deal with Garin?"

Satan had already seen: Garin's son, Shamu, the older brother of Red-Haired Shanks, was currently standing beside Saint Saint Saint Saiwen serving as a guard.

Therefore, Satan asked this question.

If Garin does not die, the Five Elders feel uncomfortable all over.

Why should everyone enjoy supreme power together, yet only the Five Elders are publicly executed, just because your Garin's son, Shanks, is Saint Saint Saint Saiwen's brother?

"Him?" Saint Saint Saiwen smiled: "Of course, he will be with all of you."

Hearing these words, the Five Elders breathed a sigh of relief.

That is good; with Garin accompanying them, even if they go to hell, the five of them will not feel lonely, and can even continue to bully Garin in hell.

The Five Elders suddenly felt their thoughts clear and unobstructed.

A man held a bowl of fish balls, savoring them slowly—the last trace of human warmth belonging to them.

Honestly, the fish balls tasted absolutely wonderful.

This was the best fish ball soup the Five Elders had ever eaten in their lives—no wonder he was Saint Saint Saint Saiwen, the man who conquered Roger with nothing but his cooking.

Only after the Five Elders finished eating did Saint Saint Saiwen sit upon the pitch-black Wang Zuo, lift a fingertip slightly, and gently beckon.

In an instant, the six—including the Five Elders and Garing—felt the demonic power entwined with their souls, the force granting them immortality, surge uncontrollably.

Not a violent plunder, but absolute dominion over the demonic power.

Like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, all streams flowing toward the ancestral source.

The demonic power within the Five Elders and Garing was forcibly ripped from their souls, transforming into streams of pitch-black light that surged continuously into Saint Saint Saiwen's body along the path of his beckoning fingertip.

Though they found it utterly unbelievable.

Yet the Five Elders had no room to struggle, not a shred of resistance possible— their ancient authority was now utterly reclaimed by Saint Saint Saint Saiwen.

Moments later, feeling his body utterly weakened, Satan weakly asked:

"Saint Saint Saint Saiwen, since we have lost our demonic power, why are we still alive?"

Satan had witnessed firsthand: the previous generation of Five Elders, upon angering Im, turned instantly into bleached bones the moment their authority was stripped away.

Saint Saint Saiwen rose slowly from the pitch-black Wang Zuo, and the throne behind him, forged from demonic power, vanished soundlessly.

"Naturally… the time has not yet come."

Even if the Five Elders must die, they must be drained of their final ounce of value.

Dying in the Heavenly Prison would be too cheap, meaningless.

Better to execute them publicly, broadcast live to the world, letting them die beneath the gaze of all monarchs, before the eyes of all humanity.

Having governed the World Government for years, the Five Elders understood at once.

Saint Saint Saint Saiwen intended to execute them—execute the supreme rulers of the old era—to utterly crush the old order and establish the absolute authority of the new regime.

Squeeze from them their last remaining value.

"No wonder it's you, Saint Saint Saint Saiwen."