With a thunderous boom, a Magic Array disc Emperor Tattle had cast with a casual gesture blocked the Titan Colossus's final blow.
He looked at the Titan Colossus with a complicated expression. The soul inside it belonged to the last person he knew in this world.
After throwing that punch, the Titan Colossus's massive body froze in place. It, too, stared downward and let out a resentful roar. Then the golden light in its eyes dimmed and finally went out altogether...
"Albert!" Emperor Tattle murmured the guardian's name. He raised the Magic Array disc, using it to keep the Titan Colossus from falling. Then he looked toward Wengestair and opened his mouth to speak, only for his expression to change. Frowning, he pressed his right hand to his chest and abruptly unfurled a Magic Array like the one before, wrapping it around his body.
"Your Majesty Tattle, it seems waking early has taken quite a toll on you!" Wengestair said with a half smile. "After endless ages of punishment, your body can barely hold on, can it?"
Emperor Tattle ignored Wengestair's barbed remarks and turned his gaze to Green instead.
To him, Wengestair might have a sharp tongue and be the culprit who had woken him early, but he was too weak to pose a threat. The angel-shaped puppet that had not said a word from beginning to end, on the other hand, made him wary. Although the Death Angel had neither activated Divine Power Blessing nor brought out the Hundred Thousand Swords, leaving her strength at only the peak of High-Level Legendary, Emperor Tattle keenly sensed that Green posed a mortal threat to him.
"What do you intend to do?" Emperor Tattle asked coldly.
Green did not understand the ancient language, but Wengestair promptly took it upon himself to