"…"
"I don't talk to morons."
At these words, the Blood Marshal's face flushed red.
Meanwhile, the air grew even more oppressive.
With the arrival of the Strongest, the trajectory of this war was no longer that of a conventional one.
Conventional wars are decided by the size of one's army, but with the Strongest involved, the first thing to consider is the power gap between them.
After all, conventional firearms can't kill a Strongest.
"What a sharp-tongued little wildcat. Still daring to spout such lies after devouring a soul. Today is as good a day as any. The Human Race will bear witness as I capture you in the name of the Blood Race!" A red light flashed through the Blood Marshal's eyes as his aura surged violently.
However, the meaning behind his words was crystal clear.
