Western Front Turmoil (I)

"So?"

Guk twisted around to look back at his own symbol, and the veins on his forehead throbbed again.

He had specially designed that head to match his own image, yet now it had an ugly red cylinder sticking through the left eye socket, like a dagger plunged into it.

That did not look like a good omen.

And the culprit behind all this was kneeling before him, trembling.

"Don't you lot have something to explain?"

Guk took a step forward, at least letting the two idiots see his iron boots.

Wazgub immediately shuddered violently.

"I... I was chasing that, that Shrimp."

"I know that, or you'd already be dead."

Though he was extremely, extremely angry, the moment Guk learned that Wazgub and his flying machine had come in pursuit of humans, he no longer wanted to kill them.

Because he knew that humans coming this deep into this place were definitely not here to congratulate him, or merely sightsee.

They must have had some purpose, and there was a ninety-nine percent chance it was a purpose harmful to Guk.

"Then... then..."

Wazgub instantly broke out in a cold sweat, completely at a loss.

"W-what does Boss want to hear?"

"Something I don't know."

"Huh? Uh..."

Wazgub had never been good at things like thinking, which massacred brain cells in bulk. Only when forced into a corner would he bother giving it a try.

"Who's your boss, and how did those things called planes get into the air?"

Guk finally lost his patience and gave him a hint.

Wazgub immediately turned his head toward Bucktooth beside him.

"Boss, Daifu Flight Squadron is under me now. As for how those flying Big Bang-Bangs work, I don't really get the details... Boss knows, I haven't done mechanic work in a long time."