The Metal King Slime was gone, and far ahead, darting through the trees, was a lone figure clad in a black-gold mask.
"He must be the one behind the ambush… the one who ruined my plan and slaughtered my men."
Shinma's expression twisted uncontrollably like a man suffering from severe constipation as another realization sank its fangs into him.
"He stole it!"
Shinma was infamous throughout the northern region of the Leon Kingdom, for he had engineered the destruction of a town with a population of 75,000.
Such a ruthless and cunning figure—how could he lack the brains to connect the dots and realize what had transpired?
"He has stolen the King Slime I bled half my legion to bring down. Hah… HAHAHA! We, the Ash Legionaries, have been played like fools! Un-fucking-believable!"
Thoroughly humiliated, Shinma let out a roar so furious it shook the valley.
His teeth bared, his veins bulged, and his voice split the air like thunder as he cursed and threatened,
