"You dare to speak?"
The Ancient God revealed a disdainful gaze, his eyes looking more like he was observing livestock than divinity; to him, the God of Blood was nothing more than a slightly larger ant.
Respect? Communication? Negotiation?
How laughable! How could such concepts even exist!
The Ancient Divine Race was just so overbearing, so domineering, so high and mighty.
"...."
The God of Blood lowered his head, saying nothing.
"Search!"
Suddenly, another beam of pitch-black ray penetrated the God of Blood's arm and bat-like wings, causing them to instantly break off. The detached parts rapidly decayed, disintegrating into ashes and vanishing.
Accompanying this was the Ancient God's contemptuous voice.
"Oh, you're honestly not speaking? Not saying a word, how impolite, tsk tsk!"
"!"
