Gawain: I Say the Winged Dragon of Ra Is the Best God. Anyone Disagree?

Some of the weaker fairies even went limp and collapsed to the ground, trembling so hard they could barely keep hold of their weapons.

These fairies had no damn idea what the hell this thing was supposed to be.

"What the hell? Where did these humans find this thing?!"

Staring at the red dragon before them, spewing thunder, the fairies simply could not understand why something like this had appeared.

Weren't humans supposed to be weaklings? Could someone please tell them where this dragon had come from?

"Bullshit! There's no dragon like that! The color's wrong! The aura's wrong! This is absolutely fucking fake!" A burly-faced fairy suddenly leaped up, raising his spiked club and roaring, "Brothers, don't be scared! This has to be some illusion the humans cooked up! Trying to scare us? Not a chance!"

His words immediately struck a chord with quite a few fairies.

"Yeah! Humans are best at pulling tricks like this!"

"Charge in and expose them!"

"Let these two-legged wastes see what we're made of!"

For a moment, hundreds of riled-up fairies howled as they charged toward Slifer the Sky Dragon.

The scene was practically like a pack of Chihuahuas charging at a Tyrannosaurus rex.

Seated on the palanquin, Ozymandias curled his lip and lazily snapped his fingers. "How dull."

Slifer the Sky Dragon's enormous eye glanced down, as if looking at a swarm of annoying flies. It casually opened its mouth and, with a "pfft," spat out a mouthful of golden thunder.

It really was just a "pfft," light and casual, like spitting out a sunflower seed shell.

But with that one careless strike, everywhere the thunder swept, the several hundred fairies who had been so full of life a moment ago instantly turned into smoking charcoal, frozen on the desert in their