"Were you calling me?"
Yas slowly turned his head. His Ice Blue eyes, slightly unfocused from exhaustion, locked unerringly onto the fat pig standing on the flagship's deck, pointing at his nose and screaming abuse, like two blades of ice freshly dredged from a blood pool in hell.
His voice was quiet and hoarse.
Yet it instantly plunged the flagship's clamorous deck into deathly silence.
Aboard the flagship, the Marine guards and CP Agents who had just survived an apocalyptic battle turned deathly pale at Saint Charlos's utterly idiotic roar, feeling as though their hearts would leap out of their throats.
That idiot!
Hadn't he seen that world-shattering battle just now?!
Hadn't he seen how that man had single-handedly forced back a legendary Former Marine Admiral and two of Rocks's officers?!
Hadn't he seen how that man had reduced Silver Axe to ash with a single touch of his finger?!
Before a godlike, demonic monster like this, he still dared to put on that ridiculous Celestial Dragon act?
Had he lived long enough already?!
"That's right! I'm calling you! You backwater Marine!"
Saint Charlos clearly had no idea danger had descended upon him.
After waking up, all he had seen was his magnificent flagship in tatters, with countless precious treasures scattered everywhere. The Marines who should have protected him were sprawled about, looking utterly bedraggled.
To him, this was an unbearable humiliation!
These lowly inferiors had failed to fulfill their duties!
"You! And all of you!" Saint Charlos jabbed his fat finger at Yas and every Marine around him in turn, flinging snot everywhere in his agitation.
"Every last one of you will be executed! Your entire families will be exterminated!"
"Especially you! That so-called 'Tyrannosaurus'! I command you, right now, this instant! Fly over here and lick my shoes