"So, you're the Old Immortal's real son, huh? Actually remembering to call him for a fight." Negris said sarcastically.
It did recall that the Old Immortal had once said to call him for a fight, but that was all the way back during the Chaos Plane days. Negris couldn't even remember which chapter that was in now, yet this Dead Skull actually remembered.
Ange scratched his head in frustration. "Fighting, not fun."
"If it's not fun, why would you call Old Immortal? Does that mean you'd never call him for farming?" Negris retorted.
Ange shook his head vigorously.
Boom! As they talked, a thunderous sound rang out. Looking up, they saw the Mourning Bone Dragon's crown get completely blown off—only half its skull remained, falling limply along with the skeleton toward the ground.
The Monarch leapt back with a few agile jumps and said with mild surprise, "Hey, this hammer works great. I'm taking it."
