Chapitre 69: Overwhelming Power

 "So you think killing our soldiers would make us tremble in fear?" Disaster frowned, her fingers trembling behind her back as she glared at the newcomers. Fergus stood beside her and she noticed he'd stopped breathing long ago, "Felicia, and King, you should pick on someone your own size."

 "Weren't you the one picking on my children first? Are they your size?" the man regarded as King, turned to his daughter, Felicia who'd devastated the entire army with a single strike, and the girl burst out laughing, "This demons have grown quite complacent on our turf."

 "Dammit, we are at a disadvantage." Disaster muttered to Fergus who spat out the breath he had been holding then turned to her with bloodshot eyes and she nodded, "We can try fighting a hopeless battle until he arrives, but at this rate we would not even be cannon fodder."