"Is... is it 'Nika'?"
That childish whisper, filled with boundless hope, was like an invisible needle, gently yet unerringly piercing the frozen sea of Yas's consciousness, which was about to be utterly submerged in endless killing intent.
Nika?
Yas's movement paused in midair for less than a thousandth of a second.
He seemed to have heard that word somewhere, yet it felt utterly unfamiliar. Like a pebble dropped into a deep pool, it stirred an almost imperceptible ripple deep within his soul, wrapped in cold laws.
But in the next instant, that ripple was utterly swallowed by an even greater, purer surge of savage killing intent!
Who cared what it was!
These creatures before him, worth less than worms, had to be completely purged from this world today!
Yet that thousandth-of-a-second pause gave those "descendants of gods," whose throats had long been gripped by fear, a moment to breathe.
"You... you lowly... creature!"
Saint Charlos's corpulent body shook violently. The fear rising from the deepest reaches of his soul left his crotch warm and wet, foul-smelling liquid running down the inside of his spacesuit.
But close on the heels of fear came an even more boundless surge of utter humiliation and rage at being affronted by an ant!
He, a noble of the world, a Celestial Dragon, Saint Charlos! A lowly wretch who didn't even dare wear a helmet had actually frightened him into incontinence with a look?!
Unforgivable! Absolutely unforgivable!
"You useless trash! What are you standing around for?!" Saint Charlos whipped around and shrieked hysterically at the dozen or so CP guards behind him, whose faces were equally pale and whose bodies were trembling. "Kill him! Shoot him into pulp! I'll chop him up and feed him to the Sea Kings!!"
Despair was written all over the faces