#62. They'd Better Prepare a Very Generous Wedding Gift.

#62. They'd Better Prepare a Very Generous Wedding Gift.

Flashhhhh—!!

The artificial sun's light pierced through the wreckage of the barracks and plunged into Gorga's red eyes.

[Aaaaaaargh! My eyes!!]

Gorga covered his face with his hands and writhed in pain.

Kylan narrowed his eyes amid the swirling cloud of dust.

The enemy's vision had been blocked. There could be no better opening for a hunt.

"Begin."

No sooner had Kylan given the order than Galad shouted.

"You evil giant bastard! The ruler of the southern skies has descended!!"...