"What the hell! Little Eight, can you handle this or not?"
"Do you think this master here is in his full form?" Gusha flicked its tongue.
If its true form were here, it naturally wouldn't fear anything. These ordinary Titans, no matter how many of them came, could all be turned to ash.
But now, it was merely an unremarkable avatar of its true self. Its actual strength wasn't even one percent of its full form. Facing individual opponents was manageable, but launching wide-scale attacks was impossible.
"What's more, there's even a Space God here on the scene... At most, I can ensure your safety," Gusha said gravely.
"Damn it, in a battle between two armies, what good is just protecting me? You have to kill the enemy!" the Watchman argued. After finally getting Gusha to show up, wouldn't it be a wasted risk not to use it for some enemy-killing action?
