Back to Present.
Near the Border of the Orc Empire.
"I only went away for a bit and so many rats started jumping up and down as if I were dead… what a mess…"
"Also, I just woke up a while ago… you are making me irritated with that ugly face of yours…"
*Crack* *Crack*
The pressure and aura radiating from Ashtel's body were so strong that the space-time fabric was cracking beside him, as it could not tolerate his anger.
Aside from Gradba, who was caught, the two SS-rankers looked at each other and decided to flee instantly!
They both knew that it was pointless to try and fight Ashtel; as long as they can make it out of the human empire's border, Ashtel will have no valid reason to pursue them.
He will be bound by international laws and won't be able to hunt them down if they somehow manage to run.
That was the final hope of their survival.
"Did I allow you lot to leave?"
