"Tch."
He shook his head slightly, the disdain in his expression now completely undisguised.
"Just a Five-star Earth Military Rank ant, and he dares declare war on my master..."
At this, the bald brute named Atlas's expression suddenly twisted into a hideous snarl. "Are you tired of living—?!" he roared.
Just then, a female humanoid lifeform standing beside him—one whose skin had been entirely replaced by silver metal and whose hair was a mass of cables connecting to her spine—let out a brutally cruel laugh.
"This Empire trash knows nothing of true power. Wasting breath on them is a waste of time. You deal with Reinhardt. I'm more than enough for the others."
After the female humanoid spoke, a man completely shrouded in a black cloak, his crow-skull staff emanating a bizarre aura, said in a low voice, "Nix, you're being too careless."
"From what I know, Warlord Nico died at Reinhardt's hands. We'd best be careful."
