"Which Divine's saints are you?"
Even when on the brink of death, with his life hanging by a thread, Goltai the High Duke still unwillingly asked the Forbidden Army who impaled him with a greatsword.
He wanted to know which Divine would exhaust so much divine power just to see him dead. He could not accept the fact that he was beaten to death by a group of Dragon Descendants not even reaching Extreme Intent.
His downfall was not due to these insects before him, but due to a Divine's malevolent targeting. It was the Divine who wanted him dead, which is why he so frustratingly perished here today, without even a chance to flee.
"We are the Forbidden Army loyal to the Holy Dragon Emperor!"
This was the last answer Goltai the High Duke heard before his confusion about which Dragon God the Holy Dragon referred to was cut short along with his head.
Rumble—
