Mohandas stood proudly, and Black could hear a kind of extremely powerful confidence emanating from the mouth of this old thing.
Opponents from the same star domain, at most, are just fodder.
So what has this old thing killed before… exactly what kind of stuff?
Following those words, a faint sense of fear suddenly emerged.
Black suddenly felt like it was nothing more than a weak chicken, shivering in the hands of a Hunter.
"Hey, old man, I'm not tasty, I'm just scrap metal, don't pay attention to me." Black said awkwardly, clearly speaking these words with a great deal of courage.
However, just as it looked at Mohandas in trepidation, a shadow suddenly appeared in the void, twisting.
Black's eyes widened abruptly.
[Familiar feeling...]
[Goddammit! Not again—]
Black's terrified voice stopped abruptly.
Bang!
A Dark Gold Short Stick hit Black's face fiercely.
In a huge clang of metal, Black was hit like a baseball and flew away.
